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#WritingWednesday: In The Cities Of Cloaks And Daggers

Happy Wednesday! I’m using Wednesdays to share some short bursts of the stories I’m working on… because that way, I figure, I’ll be motivated to keep working on them

Right now (besides the Smith and Skarry adventures, which get quite enough attention in my other posts) I’m working on an LGBTQIA+ Mythpunk standalone novel called In The Cities Of Cloaks And Daggers whose central themes are identity, voice and power.

It’s based in a world where Time grows like grass and is harvested, where people of the four cities – Gnarl, Ash, Slain and Caligari – wear their whole lives on their backs in the form of patchwork story Cloaks. Those who don’t have a Cloak, have no clue as to who they are. Those who have Cloaks guard them jealously for fear of the desperate Daggers who would steal them for themselves.

The novel is divided into four books – The Book Of Bujo (which btw is a complicated word whose closest meaning would be heist/ joke/ prank/ trick), The Book Of Scales, The Book of Feathers and The Book Of End – but in the opening the reader finds themselves in a burned down library where the pages of all these books have been scattered, charred and disarrayed across the floor so the narrative has to be pieced together in fragments and the time line dawns slowly rather than being obvious from the start.

It’s ambitious, I’m scared about failing at the vision I’m aiming for, but I love pushing the boundaries of what I can do and I’ve done similar things with short stories so I really hope I can make it work, let’s see… This is the next extract, you can find the previous part here:#WritingWednesday: In The Cities Of Cloaks And Daggers

Victorian Steampunk Plague Doctor Assassin
The Keslili were using every ounce of their will not to separate or disappear. This was the final push into Gnarl, the very last chance they would have to steal more Voice for the long and treacherous journey along The Dream Roads to Caligari. It was also the last chance to recover the cloak of The Grass Temple and the last chance for The Duchess to find… well, anything at all really.

The Kesili strained harder than they’d ever done before, they wanted desperately to be a part of this last mission, couldn’t bare the idea of the others going in without them… how would they cope? What if something went wrong?

True, each crew member had their personal strengths and none of their ventures to date would have succeeded without all of them… perhaps with the exception of The Dragpie who The Kesili considered a liability more than an asset at times… but The Navigator never left The Kite and The Kesili felt that the group looked to them as leaders in her absence…no, it would not stand, they would never forgive themselves if anything went wrong and they had not been present to prevent it… but the air out here was too dry by far to hold their form, they could feel themselves being torn away from eachother into a thousand separate spores that would not condense again until the moisture returned.
Looking around for shelter, The Kesili saw The Grass Temple struggling with a similar predicament ; chivalrous to a fault, they crossed the space between them unsteadily, fighting the wind and the pressure with every step until they were able to cradle her in against their body and allow themselves to separate just enough to cover her like a cloak. No Voice was needed as the Kite bucked and rocketed towards its goal and The Kesili fought with all their strength not to fall apart completely.

 

There you go, I hope you enjoyed reading the next little extract and thankyou so so much for taking the time to read along and for all your kind ‘likes’ and words of support and encouragement- they keep me going! 🙂 What are you writing at the moment? Feel free to share links to your own works in progress or Writing Wednesday posts in the comments 🙂

Blessings on all your writing endeavours!

6 responses

  1. Thank you for the snippet, it’s such powerful, evocative writing. 🥰You’ve crafted such a vivid sense of striving and captured their resolute purpose with such richness. The sheer exertion of their endeavour is tangible, it bleeds off the screen…as does the steely determination of their teamwork.

    The Kesili saw The Grass Temple struggling with a similar predicament ; chivalrous to a fault, they crossed the space between them unsteadily, fighting the wind and the pressure with every step until they were able to cradle her in against their body and allow themselves to separate just enough to cover her like a cloak.

    Oh this is gorgeous…I love the contrast of their gritty struggle against the pressure with the tender moment they cradle The Grass Temple so protectively. It’s luscious.🥰

    Liked by 1 person

    November 27, 2019 at 5:36 pm

    • smithandskarry1

      Thankyou so so much for your gorgeous and supportive words I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your support! It’s such a boost – thankyou! 🥰 I love your adjectives for The Kesili, summing them up just how imagine them and have tried to convey them 🙂 And I’m so happy too that you like the contrast there between the strength and struggle and the tenderness… I find it a difficult balance to strike so that means a lot, thankyou! 🥰

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      November 28, 2019 at 2:53 pm

      • Aw…you’re very welcome 🌼You struck the perfect balance – you always do – when conveying a sense of something; emotion, tension, tone, intent, character, setting.❤️ You capture them so tangibly, with such beauty, I’d be a dunderhead to read them wrong, but I’m still chuffed t’bits if/when I don’t.🥰

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        November 28, 2019 at 5:44 pm

      • smithandskarry1

        Aw thankyou sweetie, your lovely words always make my day! 🤗

        Liked by 1 person

        November 29, 2019 at 12:45 pm

      • ❤️😽❤️

        Liked by 1 person

        November 29, 2019 at 4:42 pm

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