Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts

Friday, April 1, 2022

Fantasy Friday: Quest - Chapter Fourteen


Seconds after leaving Ziliena’s, Aria spotted Aerodar circling overhead. What now?

I’ve found something you should see. Follow me.

The falcon angled his drift toward the quadrant of forest they would hunt in next week. C’mon Hunter, let’s check it out. 

Within a few yards of crossing the treeline, Aria felt a sense of uneasiness - a presence of Malorian darkness she’d never experienced before. Do you feel it too, Hunter?

There are an unusually high number of them somewhere near. And, they’re angry.

Aerodar landed just ahead of them. The source is a cave. Stay this course until you reach a cliff, then follow it to your right. 

Thanks, Dar. You’ll keep watch?

Always. With two beats of his wings, he took his post in the air.

Aria and Hunter continued on, treading lightly and alternating which of them was in the lead. 

The dog came upon the cliff first, and paused to wait for his human. Aria peered over the edge, and looked over to the right. I think I see it.

Do you feel it, though?

She closed her eyes, and listened with all of her other senses. The dark presence was stronger, closer than before. It’s like there are hundreds of them together, and close.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Aria turned and started walking along the cliff, to the right. I’m sure it’s not. But, we’ve come this far-

A sound froze them both in their tracks. Human footfall approaching. Hunter, go lead him away, but don’t be seen, and circle back to me. She climbed up a tree, and used her powers to camouflage herself among the branches. 

The man who appeared was among the higher ranking hunters from the night before. What is he doing out here? Aria wondered to herself.

Hunter made some noise in the brush ahead, and the man drew an arrow, hurrying in his direction. 

Moments later, Hunter was back sitting at the base of her tree. He’s gone, you can change back now.

Oh, right. Aria willed her pigments back to their natural state as she climbed back down. Shall we?

They continued, sensing the Malorians even closer as they approached the entrance to the cave. They could hear and smell what must have been dozens of Malough’s subjects. Aria sensed they were somehow contained. What do you think this is?

This is where he went to get his kills last night. And where he’ll be again tonight. And-

Next week. Right. Let’s get out of here before he comes back.

***

At the end of the trials, only eleven of twenty tributes were still standing. Though for ten of them, it was only just barely. The eleventh still held her head high, seemingly unscathed by the ordeal.

With a nod, the High Shadoar gave the order to release them from their bonds. The male servants unshackled them, as the crowds erupted in cheers, then chants of praise to Malough. 

The servants each picked up one of the tributes, to carry them back inside the temple for healing. Except for the eleventh. She led the procession 


***

Wake up! Hunter nudged Aria’s head with his snout, again. And, again. Malorians. Hunt. Kill. Win. 

“Ummmph,” she groaned. “Not yet.”

We need to see Taura and Ziliena so you can tell them what the bird found. We need to eat, too.

She sat up. “Ah, ha! Your true motive is revealed.”

I’ve never concealed it. He sniffed the air, then cocked his head to the left. Oh, they’re coming up right now.

“Then, you’ll have your dinner that much sooner, I suppose,” she teased.

Taura and Ziliena came through the door, surprised to see Aria already up. She told them about the cave.

“Are you sure you’d recognize the man you saw?” Ziliena asked.

“Of course.” Aria replied.

I can confirm by scent, Hunter offered.

Aria translated, “Hunter also knows his scent.” She added, “We can avoid him tonight, see what he turns in, then decide how to proceed.”

“What if he recognizes Hunter at the gathering?” Taura worried.

“He never actually saw you, did he?”

I don’t think so?

Aria sighed. “Well, even if he caught a glimpse, what’s he going to think? The dog tattled on him? I really don’t think it matters.”

"Still, let's have Hunter show us who he is before you go out there tonight."

"Right. Why don't you three head there now? I'll get ready and meet you."


***


Greetings, Dear Reader! For the last couple of weeks, I've been basically living on Isiterra again, and this time it's paying off. Somehow, in this most recent whirlwind of work on Quest, I finally managed to get through the "new" chapters I needed to add, and weave the ends of those chapters into the next existing chapters in a way that actually works! I think? I also chopped up the way too bulky remaining chapters into more chapters of a manageable size - the original was 20 chapters, it's now 54. It's still a mess, but the rest is all clean up.....

Thank you for stopping by, and reading! Wishing you a beautiful day, night, or some time in the between....

∞ Roari

Friday, March 25, 2022

Fantasy Friday: Quest - Chapter Thirteen

Twelve Shadoaresses filed out of the temple at the midpoint, six coming from each side. They met in the middle and proceeded down the steps, two by two.  

The first ten each held a basket in each hand, each basket full of fire stones havested from The Pit; they would burn twice as long and twice as hot as the same stones found anywhere else on Isiterra. The last two Shadoaresses each carried a rake. 

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

2021: Day Six

*Update: 1/2/22 -This post was originally written and scheduled late night on Jan. 4th 2021 to publish on this blog on Jan. 6th 2021, without any prior knowledge of what was to occur. 

Friday, September 4, 2020

Fantasy Friday: Quest - Chapter Twelve


Happy Friday! I've kept you waiting long enough, so I'll skip the intro. Here's the next chapter of Quest of No Return....


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Chapter 12


The second round of horns sounded. Taura still saw no sign of her sister. "I expected her to be back before now. I hope she didn't go out too far."

"Na ahana, Taura. She'll be here." Ziliena reassured her. "She's fine."

"I'd like to think I would know if she weren't."

Friday, July 24, 2020

Fantasy Friday: Quest - Chapter Eleven


Happy Friday, Dear Reader! I do hope this week finds you well. I'm back with another chapter of Quest of No Return help distract you (I hope)  from this crazy time in our world. 

Just a forewarning, this draft is rough. I will update it at a later time, but to keep the story moving, I need to move on to the next chapter for now. Does that make sense? I think it does, but, then again, it's 3 am  as I put this post together. Yeah..

So without anymore nonsensical babble, I give you Chapter 11.... 


*****


A horn blared, and the first group of hunters were released into the forest. The second group took their places on the lawn to wait for the second horn. Aria waited at the table with the others.

Did you manage to learn anything else today? Aria asked Taura and Ziliena.

Yes, Taura replied. They believed her family was killed by our father's brother.

Friday, July 10, 2020

Fantasy Friday: Quest - Chapter Nine

Happy Friday! I hope you've been well since your last visit. This week, I present Chapter Nine of Quest of No Return.... (If you need to catch up on the previous chapters, you can find them here.)

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Already familiar with the lands to the west of Iselos, Aria decided to wander south. The terrain was steeper,
rockier, and gave way to sudden drop offs at the edge of narrow ravine. A faded, but familiar scent of Malorian blood was ever present. So this is where they thrive.

Friday, June 26, 2020

Fantasy Friday - Quest: Chapter Six

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Chapter Six


Upon entering the open air tavern, which was just inside the entrance to the marketplace, Aria got a sense things weren’t as much the same in Iselos as they seemed.


Several small groups of men were gathered at the tables, with steins of foark in hand, as to be expected. But, instead of sloshing their drinks around and slapping their knees while throwing their heads back in laughter, they sat with their heads drawn together, speaking in muted tones.


I can’t hear them.

I thought you didn’t want to,
 Taura smiled.


I don’t. I’m just surprised I can’t.


Taura laughed, giving herself away.


Fantasy Friday: Quest: Chapter Five

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Chapter Five



Taura rose before dawn the next morning, and set out for the stable. Ziliena's plan better work, she thought to herself as she saddled Illiz. "All set, girl?" Illiz nodded in response. Taura mounted the horse and took the reins. "Let's go home and get Aria. You know the way!"



***


Aria was surprised when Aerodar announced Taura was spotted on her way home. "That was fast," she muttered.

She would have sent word if anything was wrong, he rationalized.

"Yes, she probably would. Unless she couldn't."

Friday, June 29, 2018

#FantasyFriday - Quest: Chapter Three



It's Friday! And (long past) time for another chapter in Quest! (If you haven't read the first two, you can start here.)

Some time has passed since Chapter Two, and the orphaned sisters have settled into their new normal. Until a visitor comes to Aria in her dreams....

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Continuing the Quest


When I set out to revise Quest last year, my original intent was to post a new chapter each week. Then, the reality of what needed (and needs) to be done set in, and I fell behind. And now, as I get back to it again, I remember what still needs to be fixed. So I'm still behind. In the mean time, the working draft is up on Writing.com. I'm still considering uploading it to Wattpad - if I ever get them posted here!

Monday, May 1, 2017

Where April Went...




April was a busy month for me again, mostly in all areas of life other than writing. Though, I'm making some progress there, too....

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Getting back to Isiterra....

I've been scattered all over the place except the internet lately, but, somewhere, elsewhere, I did mention something would be coming last Friday.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Character Spotlight: Gairynzvl - The Fierce One


For today's Character Spotlight, please join me in welcoming Author Cynthia A. Morgan, here to grant us a peek at the enchanting, hauntingly beautiful world she's created within "The Dark Fey Trilogy," which begins with The Reviled and continues with Standing in Shadows. 





Cynthia sends us Jaeryn, a TruthSayer, as her emissary. He's traveled long and far to shine the Spotlight on Gairynzvl, The Fierce One - one who is rumored to have suffered through and escaped from unspeakable horror, only to return, that he might spare others the same fate. (This is a first look at new Dark Fey material, Dear Reader!) Would you care to pour a pint of honeyed-ale, as Jaeryn prepares to take the stage and share his tale? Oh, but we must hurry, the show is about to start....





   Please allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Jaeryn; I am a TruthSayer - one who journeys from village to village, gathering information to prove or dispel the rumors and hearsay, which travel on the wind. I went to the village Hwyndarin in order to learn about one of The Reviled; about whom, supposedly, the Ancient prophecies foretell, and upon my arrival in that picturesque little village, I was immediately sent towards a tavern in search of a beautiful, young shefey named Ayla Yna. When I found her, I told her the same and this is the conversation that followed.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Happy Groundhog Day! (Thank you, Phil. We'll take an early Spring, happily....)

It's been quiet in my little corner of the webiverse lately. Okay, more like silent. Except for the choir of crickets singing. Do you hear them? Oh, and the wind from this last storm system howling like a rabid pack of wolves for the last three days - that was exciting.

Snow blew in with the pack for about forty-five minutes Sunday. It wasn't cold enough to stick, but just enough to run around in and have fun with the kids. It also brought a mountain of tumbleweeds to our backyard, which was not as much fun. (Picture this multiplied by ten.)

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Spring Ballet Season - Beauty and the Beast


It is time to start getting excited! "Beauty and the Beast" will be coming to 4 beautiful theaters near you, April...
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Sunday, March 29, 2015

More Midnight Ramblings

It's actually almost one a.m. here in California, as I start this post, and my mind is wandering away from me again....

Fifteen years ago, somewhere around this time, I would be coming home - either from work or LOML's apartment - and sit up until four or five writing my first (as of yet unpublished) novel/series. It's technically high fantasy, I suppose, and I'm torn between the YA version it currently is, or the Adult version I envision it to be. Now, I really can't focus on much at this hour - but I'm still awake, so I'll blog.

One of my goals for 2015 is to get back to Isiterra. I shared The Tale of the Orbs here several months ago. It was written as part of the back story for what became what I call my Middle Earth. It's actually another planet, in another galaxy far, far away ... (Just kidding ... sort of.) The picture below reminds me of a bad place there....



The orbs, or moons, are the gods of this world - believed to have created life on the shell of another of their kind. No space travel involved, and the inhabitants closely resemble those of Earth, with some slight variations. The different races of "man" are Keepers (human), Siyens (have various powers) and Underdwellers (adapted to live underground but not dwarves, rarely surface, some may have powers resembling a Siyen.) Animals (or crennas) are for the most part the same, but there are some additions, such as the dreaded Kraorack. The "common tongue" spoken by all is English, but there are separate languages I've been creating along the way for each, and dialogue throughout is sprinkled with them. Several words, such as "crenna" are used even in common tongue, because that's what they're called in that world.

The characters live and breathe in my head just as they did then - maybe more so now because I know so much more about them. The map of the world is clearly drawn out in my head - but I've never been able to get it on paper. I'm out of practice with the languages, which I blame in part on the kids for looking at Mommy funny when they walk in on her speaking in Siyen or Northern Underdwellish.  But really, I have to blame Sam and The Shadow Watcher for talking in my ear. Their story didn't require my invention of religions and languages, etc., they're here on Earth.

I did start practicing some Siyen a few weeks ago;"Onae mara ceren senen" - I can save them. I haven't touched the original draft in years - I don't even know what the title is anymore. But, when I last visited it, I decided the beginning needed more character/world building chapters. (Oh, but they're fun, they involve an annual hunting competition, and the heroine nearly gets killed before the real story even begins!) I started them, but still need two more. I think my first NaNoWriMo attempt was the second book, but that is still completely unedited. (I'm actually scared to look at it.) Somewhere, there are outlines for the third and fouth books on paper, but they're in my head too. The most vivid scenes to come to me I've written and tagged for which book and where they belong. They just feel far away right now...

But, A Shadow in Doubt is first. I will have updated release information in the coming weeks. And with that, I'm going to turn in....

I hope you're having a beautiful day, or night, wherever you may be!

Until next time,
Roari



Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Character Interview: Samantha Marquet

Today, I share an interview with Sam, catching up with her on what's happened since The Shadow Watcher, before A Shadow in Doubt....


Q: When we left you at the end of The Shadow Watcher, you were in kind of a strange place, wouldn't you say?

Sam: My apartment?

Q: No, I mean, emotionally.

Sam: Strange is a nice way of putting it. (smiles) Honestly, if not for Artemis keeping me connected to reality, I might convince myself it was all a dream. She's helped me keep my sanity.

Q: Some people might consider your relationship with your cat crazy....

Sam: You mean some people think I'm a crazy cat lady?

Monday, December 8, 2014

So, how did your NaNoWriMo go?

Now that I'm caught up on sleep, and my fingers are rested, I'm ready to talk about November....

This was my sixth year participating in NaNoWriMo, and my second win (barely).  Each year, time is the biggest factor working against me. Last year, I realized time is always working against us, so I needed to stop making excuses. It was still a struggle, but in a desperate burst of defiant and insistent typing, I pulled out 9600 something words from mid afternoon on the 28th to five am on the 29th.  I don't recommend it, but I was determined to finish, and finish I did.

When I sat down with my candy stash just after midnight November 1st this year, I didn't know what I was writing.  I wrote something, scrapped it a day later, wrote something else, scrapped that too.  In a panic, I started surfing the net, and came across something that make me think of an old idea, so I turned it into something new and ran with it.

Catching up and staying just ahead of the daily goal into the second week, I thought this year would be a breeze.  Then, somewhere I lost it. I sat and stared at the screen. My goal of finishing before turkey day was a joke by the 20th. And then it was midnight on the 28th, and I still had over 20,000 words to go....

Once again, the love of my life came through in my hour(s) of desperation, and after my Black Friday trips to Home Depot to supply him with projects for the weekend, he and the kids hung out in the yard while I sequestered myself to do something I didn't think would be possible. And yet it was.

It still doesn't have a name, and it's a rough, ugly draft, but it's just over fifty thousand words, so it counts. And I'm excited about it! It's a stand-alone YA fantasy novel involving a young woman who is tormented through nightmares controlled by a dark elf seeking revenge against her grandfather for stealing the source of his power.  Her grandfather sent the elf away when she was young, and her nightmares ended, leaving her to believe his stories were just that - nothing more than fairy tales.  Now, with her grandfather gone, the elf has found a way to return. A mysterious, flirtatious boy starts working with her at the restaurant just as others at school begin having nightmares, too. As students start disappearing, she realizes there is much more to the fairy tales of her childhood than she ever imagined.

(And no, I'm not talking about Santa's little helpers here, or Elrond's kin, these elves are different....)

I think part of my mid-month writing slump was due to all of the fantastic stories I was finding in my research - I kept getting off topic. It's not one of my better habits. In the end, I wrote something closer to seventy thousand words for the month, counting my first scrapped ideas - the scraps I may or may not save for later ;)

With that said.... I'm back to the final polish on last year's novel - A Shadow in Doubt. I hope you're having a beautiful day!

Roari


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