CampNaNo: Silk and Steel

Ahoi! I hope this finds you still safe and well and enjoying life as best you can! I am trying to do Camp NaNo so I thought I would start sharing snips of what I’m writing for that 🙂 It’s not that organised into chapters yet so I hope the ‘parts’ will make sense! XD And still very much in the drafting stage so all criticisms welcome! 😉

This is a Mythpunk, dystopian, LGBTQIA+, monster-friendship novella based around a combination of Hungarian, Rromani, Hindu and Polish Mythology so I will try and get organised and post some more about the background myths on Mondays.

Premise:

“The world ended, the angels and the devils took who they wanted, but some of us were left behind… so we opened an antiques shop…”

Soundtrack / Playlist:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVwm8ToS8lYqeirlFPVVrMDeB_0mIBAnB

PART 1:

“That was fun.” Vraxi panted as he landed lightly on his feet, one hand on the cobbles, steadying his slight frame, and rose to lean back against the damp wall of the dark snicket, catching his breath. The Yag shot a sly grin at his companion, knowing that he could see it, despite the complete darkness which enveloped them.

Xander considered telling the little cock not to crow until the sun came up, but instead he ignored him and pulled out his Dark Lens. A quick scry told him the main street ahead was clear; unsurprising at this hour, and without a word to the Yag he pushed off from the wall and swung silently out of the alleyway, turning right and keeping to the shadows.

Vraxi chuckled, knowing his flippant assessment of their near disastrous house-break had irritated his companion heartily, and for a brief second his translucent skin flared with the warm glow of orange flame, illuminating his usually black almond eyes.

The Yag waited a few moments and then exited the alleyway to the left, ducked down another snicket and swung himself nimbly up and over an outhouse wall, taking to the rooftops. True that wasn’t quite the plan they’d agreed to he relented, as he skittered silently across the slates and down another drainpipe, but Vraxanthrin Bane had never been the type to stick to one plan when another would serve him better.