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#RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

Happy Saturday folks!

Well I finally had my first op on Wednesday – it all went smoothly and I should get the de-brief and biopsy results in 1 -3 weeks (actually it was such a lovely hospital and the staff were all so wonderful I felt like I’d had a little holiday rather than an operation! XD So feeling like a bit of a fraud really! Eep! XD I even got plenty of time before and after to knit some rainbow Joey Bags for UK Crafters For Australian Wildlife on FB while I was reading my lovely kindle stash! lol. )

If you’re new to this, Rainbow Snippets is a chance to read and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every Saturday. There’s a huge variety from Steampunk, like mine, to Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Comedy and everything in between. You can join the fun and read all the other fabulous snippets at the wonderfully friendly and supportive official facebook group here.

About 500 plus years after the events in the first book (The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry) a forgotten cult are still obliviously serving their long-dead leader, Wiz, and trying to find the secret of immortality. Sort of. Actually daily temple life revolves more around knitting circles, bridge nights and summer fetes… until two novices stumble upon the secret of undeath themselves and unleash a couple of very unlikely ‘gods’ upon the unprepared and erstwhile peaceful community.

 

If you missed the last part you can catch up here: #RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

Righty, this will be my last Necromancers snippet for a while because a) I promised to do some more Smith and Skarry snippets through January and b) Necromancers is now available in ebook form (format thoroughly checked before publication this time! XD) and will soon be available in Paperback too (it’s only a short story at around 17,000 words so the paperback will be only £2.99 I think – I’m just waiting for the proof to arrive)

I’ve moved away from Viv and Reynard for this last one, to give you a glimpse of Douglas and his fellow red robe acolytes as they wait uneasily for Vivienne to come and have a ‘little chat’ with them… (sorry it’s seven sentences but it is the last one for a while!)

 

Inside the red robes’ chamber, Douglas shifted his weight uneasily on the long wooden bench and cradled his goblet of blood as though it were a comforting mug of cocoa on a cold winter’s evening. Exactly how he had got himself into Cardinal Vivienne’s bad books, he had no idea – he always attended staff meetings, always volunteered to help out on the tombola, and his sticky toffee tray bakes were the talk of the temple.
“Drumstick?” Bex nudged him out of his pensive contemplation with a bony elbow and he took the leg she offered him with an absent smile, almost forgetting to remove the knitted woolen booty before taking a bite.
“What do you think he wants to talk to us about?” Simon asked nervously. “D… d… d… d’you think it’s the summer fete?”
Liz rolled her eyes. “I seriously hope not because I am not getting stuck on tombola again, it’s not like they even appreciated the prizes we arranged for it.”
Douglas frowned slightly as he remembered being grilled by Vivienne at the end of the celebration for the fact that several village children had had to have counseling.

 

 

Wishing you all an utterly fabulous weekend folks, and don’t forget to check out all the other fabulous snippets on the official fb page here: official facebook group here.

 

#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:

 

Victorian Steampunk Plague Doctor Assassin

And now we leave Trikashi again and head back to the caravan Mother and her digging offspring…

The Book Of End

 

Hebri, her brother Finis and the baby Marlin had been breaking sweat  since the sun had risen, pink and pale, in the watery pool of sky above the shoulders of the land, which wriggled in the morning’s cooling breath and shrugged off their coverlet of mist to show themselves, green and living and sulking in the soggy dew. 

The baby was not the baby anymore, of course, he was nearly five and would much rather have preferred it if they would call him Captain Mud, as he so often instructed them. But ‘The baby’ is a phrase full of glue, and it had stuck to Marlin as sticky things will, and he shouldered its grim burden like he shouldered his spade and all the other junk that life or his siblings handed him. 

The autumn hills were gold around them with shaggy manes of forest, white with the stubble of strange ravaged crops and velvet with thick pelts of dark green stems which had yet to be harvested, and perhaps now never would be

Into the dew slick grass their shovels tore, down into the fragrant richness of the black topsoil that gave up its sweet perfume of decay, promising the luscious pleasures of mudpies and faerie feasts. 

But the children were after bigger game today. Tempting though it was, they were putting the mudpies aside, with all their other childish occupations, because today they had a plan. To dig. 

To dig and dig until they reached the sky on the other side of the world. 

Hebri had written a poem about it:

We seek, we seek 

where the stars lie deep

Down we dare to delve

Where no spade has been

Where no mortal has seen

Down we dare to delve

We seek the stars in their kingdom of night

We seek the wisdom of their light

With heart in hand and faith in might

Down we dare to delve 

Finis had drawn a map, artistically decorated with obscure, but necessarily complicated, equational calculations, graphically depicting depths and substances and expenditure of energies and reclaims and fuel intakes and times and temperatures and tools, and his spidery writing danced over the back of the brown paper envelope on which he had drawn it, as dense and intricate as the veins on a dragonfly’s wing. 

And Marlin had done as they told him and packed three apples, a block of cheese, a bottle of rootbeer and the last of the homemade thing their mother called bread into a large red pillowcase he called a bag. 

 

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!

 

 

A Guest Post By Luke Eastwood: How we can really make a difference to the world

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My interest in the environment stems from my childhood, long before I became a Pagan – I grew up in the country and reluctantly helped my parents with the vegetable garden. I prefered to spend my time in the woods, the sand quarry (unknown to my parents) and messing about with my friends in the lanes, stealing apples or trying unsuccessfully (thank goodness) to blow-up the tiny local gas terminal or model aeroplanes.
I began to volunteer for Greenpeace as I lived close by them in London where I was a university student. I also returned to gardening as an adult after discovering a wild garden at the back of the large Georgian house I shared.
I’ve done my best to be green over the decades – good consumer choices, mainly vegetarian diet, recycling etc. However, I have watched with frustration as consumerism has become ever more powerful and the state of the world has got worse and worse. As Pagans we are supposed to love the earth, but I often see hypocrisy. I’ve visited the homes of Pagans with multiple TVs, games consoles galore and every consumer gadget imaginable. I’ve also noticed gardens with just grass and not even one plant, apart from a few sad weeds! I’m a hypocrite too, I don’t do everything that I know I should, I am no ‘saint’, however I do try my best.
How To Save The Planet is written with the ordinary person in mind, not the corporatist or government member, we’ve been waiting for them to do something postitive and useful for decades and they are still trying to avoid actually doing anything worth while. It’s up to us, the ordinary folk, to make a change, to force it to happen before political and corporate procrastination, corruption and denial ends up destroying the whole place.
We can all do more and this book shows simple things that we can all do – being conscious about where we spend our money, making real steps to help the earth recover, changing our diet to reflect our beliefs, getting involved in political movements (not party politics). The book is hopefully interesting, informative and a practical help for people to acutally make decisions to change their actions after reading it and pass on the ideas to others around them. This is not a spiritual book, but much of the inspiration behind it comes from my spirituality, hopefully anyone can gain something from this book regardless of the beliefs or even if they are complete atheists.
Luke Eastwood
You can buy How To Save The Planet at electricpublicatons.com, lukeeastwood.com or well-known online retailers. 50% of profits from this will book go to Greenpeace.

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All hands to the decks — Druid Life

The utterly ineffable Nimue Brown has done a bloomin’ amazing job of putting a tune to one of the songs from The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry – this is sung by Jack diamond aboard the Chronic Agro Landship when his mechanical heart is malfunctioning, delivering a lethal cocktail of madness and imminent death, as he rips the town of Pendle apart in search of his best friend / first mate Scarlet Skarry. I LOVE what Nimue has done with this – the harmonies are to die for – and her cosplay of Eightcups Max with Collin there as well is the most fabulous thing ever! …

 

 

This song is a collaboration with Penny Blake, who you can find on Patreon – https://www.patreon.com/blakeandwight or over here – https://blakeandwight.com/ The song lyrics come from Penny’s fabulous novel – The Curious Adventures of Smith and Skarry, Book 1, which you can find on Amazon. I reviewed it here – https://druidlife.wordpress.com/2019/09/29/the-curious-adventures-of-smith-and-skarry-a-review/ The whole thing is […]

via All hands to the decks — Druid Life

#RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

Happy Saturday! And if you’re not sick of hearing it by now ‘Happy New Year’! I hope 2020 brings the biggest blessings on all your writing endeavours!

I have now finished Necromancers, my wonderful editor has polished it up and soon it will be ready for print and ebook.

If anyone would like an Advance Review Copy in the form of a pdf, shout at me on here or on facebook and I will be happy to send you one 🙂

In the meantime, here’s a bit more from Viv and Reynard but just before I post their next snippet, I want to share with you this song by Victorious because it’s totally their song. I hadn’t heard it when I started writing this but when my daughter played it to me I immediately thought ‘this is them, this is utterly them.’ lol, maybe you know it already but I’m not very good with modern music!

 

And here’s my #RainbowSnippets post for this week, if you’re new to this, Rainbow Snippets is a chance to read and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every Saturday. There’s a huge variety from Steampunk, like mine, to Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Comedy and everything in between. You can join the fun and read all the other fabulous snippets at the wonderfully friendly and supportive official facebook group here.

About 500 plus years after the events in the first book (The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry) a forgotten cult are still obliviously serving their long-dead leader, Wiz, and trying to find the secret of immortality. Sort of. Actually daily temple life revolves more around knitting circles, bridge nights and summer fetes… until two novices stumble upon the secret of undeath themselves and unleash a couple of very unlikely ‘gods’ upon the unprepared and erstwhile peaceful community.

If you missed the last part you can catch up here: #RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

And here’s a sneak peek at some of the lovely interior chapter artwork by Jiewsurreal :

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This is 8 sentences but I wanted to squeeze Reynards reply in there at the end! To recap, Reynard has just asked Viv what his plan is for dealing with Reynard’s ‘rogue, baby-eating flock’ … Vivienne speaks first…

 

“Maybe I don’t want to have a plan this time, maybe I quit, maybe this is the straw that breaks my overburdened hump and I shuffle off down the valley to end my days selling home-made damson preserve and hand this one over to the Papess to deal with…”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I’m so incensed, I could do anything! Perhaps I’ll just hand you this little hot potato? Hm? I know how much you love to cook! You can be the one to stand in the… tsunami of excrement created, yet again, by the over indulgence of your surrogate demon-spawn with a… with a theraline square the size of a moth’s hanky… trying to mop up the… bloody… mess! Hm? Maybe then you’d stop bloody bosom suckling them on bloody moral laxatives!”
Reynard took a deep breath, stood up and crossed the room to the desk. “I can see you’re upset.”

 

Happy New Year everyone! And don’t forget to check out all the other fabulous snippets on the official fb page here: official facebook group here.

#IndieThursday: Hazbin Hotel

Ok, ok, it’s not a book but it’s too utterly and ineffably awesome not to have an #indiethursday slot all to itself! It’s my new abs. obsession and I can’t gush enough about the quality, the characters and the overall fabulousness of the thing… totally choked up over it tbh… a-hem…

Blurb:

Follow Charlie, the princess of Hell, as she pursues her seemingly impossible goal of rehabilitating demons to peacefully reduce overpopulation in her kingdom. After a yearly extermination imposed by angels, She opens a hotel in hopes that patients will be “checking out” into Heaven. While most of Hell mocks her goal, her devoted partner Vaggie, and their first test subject, adult film-star Angel Dust, stick by her side. When a powerful entity known as the “Radio Demon” reaches out to Charlie to assist in her endeavors, her crazy dream is given a chance to become a reality.

check out the pilot episode here…

 

Angel Dust and Radio Demon are my faves but I love them all to bits!

You can support creator Vivienne Medrano on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/VivienneMedrano

 

Big Ol’ Blessings on all your indie endeavours in 2020 – I already got a feeling it’s gonna be FABULOUS! 😀 xxx (I may even learn to spell this year! 😉  … )

#WritingWednesday: In The Cities Of Cloaks And Daggers

Happy Wednesday! And Happy New Year! I hope it’s an utterly fabulous one for you all!

 

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 BOOK OF END

“What are you three doing out there?”

“Digging.”

The children’s mother sighed. They were always digging. Not much else to do when you lived in a field. The hose she called a tap spat and sputtered a sporadic vomit of clean-ish water into the tin bucket she called a sink. 

An hour passed.

“Are you alright out there?”

“Yes. Still digging.”

She began to pull various items of clothing off the piece of string which ran from one end of the caravan ceiling to the other and folded them neatly, placing each one into the large cardboard boxes she called wardrobes. 

Another hour passed. 

“Where are you digging to? Mars?”

“Just digging.”

It was getting colder. Summer had slipped away from the party unnoticed beneath a cloak of shale coloured cloud and was now mocking them from the opposite side of reality. The day was golden, the sky clear and blue but the wind danced with icy toes and wicked fingers across the hilltop and tonight its consort Frost would join the revels, she was sure.

She reached up on tiptoe to a piece of driftwood, which she called a shelf and had nailed onto the wall of the caravan at an impractical height, and brought down a stack of knitted polygons which she called blankets.

She neatly laid a blanket over the eiderdowns of the two bunk-beds, a third she folded into a wad and tucked into the large drawer she called a cot-bed and the last she laid over the piece of plywood she sometimes called a sofa and at other times a bed.

She poured boiling water into an empty bean tin she called a mug, dropped in three teabags, seated herself on the multifunctional piece of plywood and opened a bundle of paper bound in leather she called a book. 

Three hours passed and then there was a knock at the door.

 

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!

 

#RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

Happy Saturday! I hope you’ve all survived Christmas and are looking forward to the new year!

Here’s my #RainbowSnippets post for this week (a wee bit over 6 sentences, sorry, but some of them are only one or two words!) – if you’re new to this, Rainbow Snippets is a chance to read and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every Saturday. There’s a huge variety from Steampunk, like mine, to Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Comedy and everything in between. You can join the fun and read all the other fabulous snippets at the wonderfully friendly and supportive official facebook group here.

About 500 plus years after the events in the first book (The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry) a forgotten cult are still obliviously serving their long-dead leader, Wiz, and trying to find the secret of immortality. Sort of. Actually daily temple life revolves more around knitting circles, bridge nights and summer fetes… until two novices stumble upon the secret of undeath themselves and unleash a couple of very unlikely ‘gods’ upon the unprepared and erstwhile peaceful community.

If you missed the last part you can catch up here:

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To refresh the scene, Reynard may have finally realised the gravity of the fact that his clerics are eating babies, but he’s still trying to dance daintily around the issue of having to deal with it – which is still driving his husband Vivienne crazy… This snip follows straight after the last one and Reynard speaks first:

 

“But to get back to your original point, the red robe order is as sacred and holy as any other that Wiz ordained – it cannot be disbanded simply because one of its members…”

“All of its members.”

“A few of its members, have accidentally strayed from the approved spiritual path.”

“They’re eating babies, Reynard…”

“Will you stop saying that?” Reynard pressed a hand to his mouth as if he was going to be sick, “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

“…and they’re exchanging the blood of the temple virgins for packets of liquorice all sorts.”

Reynard let his forehead rest wearily on his palms for a moment before looking up again, “so what is your plan?”

 

 

Happy New Year everyone! And don’t forget to check out all the other fabulous snippets on the official fb page here: official facebook group here.

#RainbowSnippets: Necromancers

Happy almost Crimbo! Yay! – If all has gone to plan I’m having my op right now so this is a scheduled post but I shall be here in the flesh soon enough 😀 Wishing you all a most awesome and fabulous Christmas and New Year and hugest blessings on all your festivities! Thankyou all so so much for a wonderful 2019, for all your support, kind comments and encouragement it has really kept me going!  😀

Right – on with the show!

Here’s my #RainbowSnippets post for this week (a wee bit over 6 sentences, sorry, but some of them are only one or two words!) – if you’re new to this, Rainbow Snippets is a chance to read and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every Saturday. There’s a huge variety from Steampunk, like mine, to Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Comedy and everything in between. You can join the fun and read all the other fabulous snippets at the wonderfully friendly and supportive official facebook group here.

About 500 plus years after the events in the first book (The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry) a forgotten cult are still obliviously serving their long-dead leader, Wiz, and trying to find the secret of immortality. Sort of. Actually daily temple life revolves more around knitting circles, bridge nights and summer fetes… until two novices stumble upon the secret of undeath themselves and unleash a couple of very unlikely ‘gods’ upon the unprepared and erstwhile peaceful community.

If you missed the last part you can catch up here:

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To recap, we’ve just had Reynard bemoaning ( sound-of-music-style! ) ‘How do we solve a problem like Sheridan?’  XD … so Vivienne is going to reply…

 

“YOU COULD HAVE DEMOTED HIM FOR A START! I mean, I struggle daily to fathom why you even had him initiated, never mind promoting him to Arch Cleric..”
“What can I say? The red robes are an esoteric order, Vivienne, as such our number of applicants is minute in comparison to the other orders. We do not all have the luxury, enjoyed by you black robes, of being able to be overly selective. And Sheridan does have his strengths…”
“I shudder to think.”

 

Have a fabulous Christmas and New Year folks 😀 And don’t forget to check in at the #rainbowsnippets facebook group for more fabulous snippets of LGBTQIA+ fiction

#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:

Victorian Steampunk Plague Doctor Assassin

 

 

There were many puzzles to occupy an inquisitive mind in the Heart but inquisitiveness was not a trait that was valued or encouraged amongst the Nail-Bound of the Garnet Caste and so it was only a matter of steps until Trikashi found themselves sitting in a small dark space which smelled of all those comfortingly familiar things that are either red or brown or yellow or somewhere in between intensified to an almost choking fume in a haze of heat and damp and decay. 

“This is where questions get you in The Heart,” the priest had sneered and although Trikashi didn’t much favour their mode of transport ( being beaten, collar-hauled and flung onto a filthy flagstone floor left a lot to be desired in their humble opinion ) still they peered into the darkness with wide, optimistic eyes half expecting the answers to manifest tangibly from the miasma. 

Metal clunked from across the shrouded distance of a few short feet and somewhere a single drop of liquid dripped into something deep and echoing.

The priest barked a short whip crack of a laugh and shut the door.

Something large shifted its weight in the shadows but remained unseen.

“Hello? Well this isn’t exactly stimulatin’ is it? I mean, when they said answers…” Trikashi hesitated and reflected for a moment. “…hm, I guess they didn’t actually say answers now did they? No. They said ‘this is where questions get you.’ But it must mean the same thing, of course, because where can questions possibly get anyone except to answers?”

More questions?”

The voice was parchment old and leather soft, like the skeleton leaves of the Forest Of Aeon which the Honey Caste could, allegedly, view behind veils of polished sea glass in the Hall Of Triumph. 

“Yes, I suppose so, questions could lead to more questions, but there must be answers in between. Mustn’t there? There must be answers somewhere, of course. I’m guessing you have them then.” The child finally paused for breath and peered bright anthracite eyes into the greenish dark. “So there is someone here then, I knew they wouldn’t just throw me in here alone. That wouldn’t be an answer now would it?”

More questions?”

Trikashi cocked their head on one side and took two polite and non-intrusive steps forward. Best not to surprise old folk in the dark, they thought sagely, and certainly this person sounded very, very old, perhaps too old to step any longer? 

“Is this what happens then?” Trikashi asked, sliding a bare foot an inch or two closer through the muck. The dripping something dripped again, sounding deep, “when we get too old to step any more we get moved down here to answer questions?”

There was a long, weary sigh and Trikashi smelled… felt… hot fetid breath suddenly and surprisingly wet upon their cheek. “No, little one, that is not how this works. I have never stepped the Great Wheel. I am not Nail Bound, not of the Garnet Caste, not… anything you could possibly imagine.”

Trikashi wiped their cheek, absently, and cocked their head on one side. They reached up a long clawed finger and scratched an itch. “I can imagine quite a lot of things…”

You cannot imagine me.”

“I could try…”

“It would not be to your benefit.”

“Maybe you could describe yourself? You could start with your name. My name is Trikashi, I chose it myself, do you like the sound of it? I really rather love the way it sounds…”

There was a long, grating groan, almost ending in a whimper, and again the liquid dripped. “You may ask me one question.”

“One?!” Trikashi frowned. One? That hardly seemed fair… 

“One question. And then I will show you where questions lead in The Heart, and you will not need to ask any more, ever again.”

 

 

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!

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