Howza-zowza, another Wednesday and I’m here for the celebration. What celebration, you ask? Why, WIPpet Wednesday of course! What? Were you born under a rock?!!?
Before I get on with my own rambling, I want to throw another huge shout out to author Devin O’Branagan who released the final book in her Legend of Glory trilogy yesterday. Missed the news? Look HERE.
And now for my rambling… I think I’ve made mention in the past about how much music is a requirement in my life. And I’m not choosy as to genre, so long as it moves me somehow. The lyrics, the melody, the overall feel. If it speaks to me, I listen. We all know how searching for one thing on the www can lead you to finding other things. Such was the case when I stumbled across the site for Karliene. If you’ve never heard of her, never visited her site, and never listened to any of her music, I suggest you do so. One song (Become the Beast which you can listen to here) reminded me very much of two much-beloved characters from Kate Sparkes’ Bound trilogy. Two other songs have been on repeat since I downloaded them. Can’t get enough. My favorite is this one The Rains of Castamere ~ The Darker Cut (imagine me liking the ‘darker’ version). Give it a listen if you’re so inclined.
I’ve been pounding away on Edge of Darkness. You know, the infamous Book Three of my Darkness & Light trilogy. As such, I’ve not spent any time with Roe and Fader — I know, big HUGE sad face — but I’ll get back to them as soon as I put ~Finis~ at the end of the first draft of EoD, so never fear. And that is… going. I finally had to break out each POV in its very own file, creating hyperlinks anyplace two characters overlap. I just couldn’t keep track, otherwise. Once I did that I found it started going much easier. Or at least I no longer feel the need to run screaming into traffic.
So, there you have it. And here you have it, from page 5 of Berk’s POV, 27 sentences, no context, first drafty.
The breeze hit him with more force once on the southern wall, gusting through the crenels as he passed. He kept his hood down and lifted a hand in greeting as he approached the wall guard. He knew the man well enough to be recognized, but thankfully not well enough to engage in a long conversation.
“Brisk night,” Berk said by way of greeting.
Halvin nodded. “Aye.” He fished under his cloak and drew out a flask. “Care for a dram t’warm you?”
Berk sniffed the contents before drinking. Taste being subjective, the night guard — especially those who drew wall duty on cold nights — often got creative with their choice of beverages to ward off the chill.
Halvin chuckled. “Jest Mol’s best spice brandy. I don’t have Will’s cast iron gut. I swear, that boy could put the fires of hell themselves in there and not feel any ill effects.” He took a pull from the flask himself when Berk handed it back, before tucking it away again. “What brings you out? Didn’t twist the lieutenant’s ear and earn yourself a turn up here with us grunts, did ya?”
“Not this time,” Berk said. “Just out for a bit of air.”
“Ah. Well then, I’ll leave you to’t.”
Berk nodded his thanks, twitched the cowl of his cloak higher around his neck, and strode off in the opposite direction. High clouds scuttled in front of the stars, and the scent of rain hung heavy. Berk drew it in through his nose, filling his lungs and his senses as though it could scrub them clean. Leaning against one of the crenels, he watched his breath ghosting from him.
“Here and now.” He whispered Sully’s favorite line, trying to feel it as deeply as he usually did.
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