WIPpet Wednesday. I love these days. I get to share a bit of my current WIP, and then make the rounds and get a peak at all the other ones as well. I’m learning from the other WIPpeteers and getting creative with the date. Since it is 5/8, I’m going to give you 13 paragraphs (because 8 didn’t end at a good spot) of the current episode of The First House.
*hums to self while gazing casually about the room waiting for someone to notice*
In case you missed it, I just officially tag-lined the nonWIP WIP, thus embracing it as my third WIP. I’ll wait while you alternately pick yourself up off the floor, and/or stop cheering.
*blinks at the ceiling* Hmmm . . . guess I’m the only one that fell over.
Continuing on: I’ve decided to try something new (thanks to Sage of the South, I owe ya one, pal.) I’m going to serialize The First House. I’m still working out the details in my head, but I believe I’ll be creating some illustrations for each installment as well. Just some pencil sketches to sweeten the pot, as it were.
(A quick question. How many here know the acronym KISS? Yeah. Well, obviously I have a little problem with that, don’t I?)
I’m still working on a title for this particular tale. The First House will encompass all the brothers’ antics. Yes, there are more planned. I even have scenes written for some. Yes, I’m hopeless. (See above.) This first exploit (which you’ve been seeing for several weeks now) serves as an introduction to the royal brothers and revolves around their quest to recover the missing stone — yes, still working out what exactly that is. I also need to decide how to pace the installments, how to offer them, and whether I’ll provide them as I write them, or finish the entire piece first. (It’s up to 15k at the moment.) Right now I’m leaning toward two per month, as I write them. There are plenty of other details I need to sort through first. I’m sure a visit to a shrink is in order; I’m just not sure I can find the time. I also harbor serious doubts said shrink could offer me any help.
So, without further ado, the last bit of The First House: ??? you’ll see until decisions are made. This picks up where last week’s left off.
Grady stood beside the horses, feet planted, one hand resting on the pommel of his long sword, one on the dagger at his other hip. Four riders had stopped several strides from him. Their leather armor had been tooled with an intricate pattern of swirls and what looked like stars. All were well-armed with an assortment of short swords and knives. One man, larger than Grady, and sprouting more facial hair than any man Quinn had ever seen, had an axe strapped across his back.
“Ah, the crown prince, is it?” One of the riders, the one with an edging of gold along the collar of his leather jerkin that screamed ‘leader’, nudged his horse a step or two in front of the others. He had a thin, pinched face with a nose like a hawk’s beak, and sharp eyes under bristling brows. A neatly trimmed beard and mustache encircled his thin lips.
“And you would be?” Grady asked, a growl in his voice. As soon as the rider had moved, he had shifted to the left to keep himself between the men and Quinn.
The rider flicked a glance his way, then back to Quinn. “You’re a long way from home, boy.”
Quinn smiled and stepped up next to his brother. “That we are, sir. But, then again, I like to think of all Shadonn as my home.”
“So you shit anywhere you please then?”
Grady looked over at Quinn. “I don’t much like this fella.”
“He does seem to have a burr under his saddle, doesn’t he?” Quinn said.
“Plus, I’ve actually never known you to run around shitting all over the house, and I’ve known you my entire life.”
“That is a fact, brother.” Quinn put more charm into his smile. “I sense a certain hostility from you, sir. I don’t believe we’ve ever met so I’m confused as to its nature. Have I wronged you in some way? Offended you?”
“Offended your sister?” Grady offered. Quinn glanced at him and Grady shrugged. “One never knows. We passed through quite a number of towns and there were a few women . . .”
Quinn sighed, and shook his head. “I swear, Grade, if you’ve gone and done something I’m going to have to fix again –”
“Me? It’s you he seems to have an issue with. He hasn’t spared me but a glance. The nervous one on the end is worried there’s someone behind him –” That rider jerked his head forward and glowered but then resumed twitching looks over his shoulder. “– the other one is staring at this guy’s back as though waiting for a signal of some sort. The only one paying any attention to me is that big fella with the axe. I think he’s waiting for me to draw on him. And I’m fairly certain, if his sister looks anything like him, I’ve never touched her.”
So there you have it. Check out the other WIPpeteers to see what adventures they’ve got cooking.
As for ROW80, I’m rather boring. No change since Sunday.