( Slightly Long )

I've been sick again so I haven't had a chance to continue with Ben and Ren.  Here is something else from the same world on the Nef side of things.  Everything is different in The Land of Light.

This occurs shortly after the excerpt about the change storm.

Tularean followed the heavy stuck feeling through the slave pens underneath ( Read more... )

At the Hands of the Bandit Chief

Noe spat blood on the ground and said in utter revulsion, “Nef.”  He strained against the ropes that kept him tide to the cross and looked as if he would bite his way through.

Karik smirked at him through eyes gone black.  An evil chuckle spread around the circle of dark men.  Belts and weapons shifted.  He lifted ( Read more... )

Here is a very rough snippet.  I'm still in the process of writing this scene.

A girl’s voice, angry and loud, came to them out of the dark.  “That’s Claire,” said Ben.  A man yelled back at her. They set off at a run roughly in the direction of Reia’s house; their footsteps echoing hollowly off the sleeping houses. They rounded the corner ( Read more... )

“Come on.” Ben got quietly out of his seat, and with the others closely grouped, slunk away from their table.  Once outside, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are they all mad?” Claire asked.

“Does it matter?  They’re mercenaries.  They’ll fight for any kingdom; they’re not even from Orin.  The Citadel is in Airadi,” Ben answered.

“I don’t think ( Read more... )

Today I made myself start writing again. I set a small goal of 500 words just to get the ole brain cells working. I have 100 so far and I may just call that good. My main writing place is at work and darn if we are not busy today ( Read more... )

Jaek sat down hard in the snow, all the breath gone from his body.

Shapechanger.  Nef.  He stared in horror.  My sister is Nef.  That can't be right!  She can't be.  How is that possible?  It must be a trick, but the wolves accepted her as one of their own.

Jaek shivered, unable to move, watching the last of the wolves run ( Read more... )

I posted some world building background at the Winter Write-a-Thon community if anyone feels like reading it.

http://community.livejournal.com/wwathon/1292.html

Clinging green fog rolled through the city streets.  Low-lying, it blended with the dirt and grime of the road.  A tall, well-dressed man pulled a foot back, gasped, and flung his arm across the door barring another from stepping out.  They backed a pace as the fog licked over the lintel careful not to let it touch them.

“How far does it go,” ( Read more... )

The tavern was as its name, the front covered in barbed climbing roses.  White washed walls peeked through thick canes green with new growth and pink buds.  A wooden porch wrapped around the building.  Tall open windows leaked smoke and voices. The Thorny Rose, known for its food, company, and music, gathered a varied and frequent crowd.  The beer ( Read more... )