Special Edition WIPpet Wednesday
This is a long post today folks, so get comfy. Or skip around, your choice.
First, did everyone see Monday’s Fall Into Fantasy post? This week features Bound by our very own Kate Sparkes. There’s a giveaway. You should go enter it. Go read Bound. Seriously. I mean, not right at this moment, of course. You can finish here first, but then you really should go. It’s a great book, by an excellent author, and she’s a fellow WIPpeteer. So there’s that, too.
Secondly, today is a Special Edition because I have coerced Rachel O’Laughlin into sharing an excerpt from Rise of Orion, book three in her epic fantasy Serengard Series. I love this series and can’t wait to thoroughly devour Rise of Orion, even though I suspect Rachel is going to rip my heart out. She is an excellent evil author. So, first a bit about the book:
After the Border Wars, Mikel Orion flees Serengard and seeks haven in the Desert of Aldad. Although he and his sister, Kierstaz, must become slaves in order to set foot inside its borders, the hot sands hold a bitter kind of peace—one he hopes to keep. But he risks destroying their newfound stability when he becomes entangled with an Aldadi girl. Aura has tragic secrets of her own, but she gives Mikel a purpose beyond his birthright, and when he leaves the Desert he carries scars that run deeper than skin.
Twelve years later, trouble brews in Serengard that threatens to pull in the Aldadi and the Drei alike. Trapped in a dungeon as the prize prisoner of Trzl—an orchestrator of the rebellion that killed his parents—Mikel is out of maneuvers. Even while Kierstaz gathers a force to attempt his rescue, Trzl transforms more and more into the hypnotic ruler she claims to loathe…and Mikel becomes convinced that peace has never been within his reach at all.
And now, Rachel’s guest WIPpet. There is no math. I’m going on the premise that it’s Thanksgiving for us in the states tomorrow, and Rise of Orion on my kindle is something to be thankful for.
He glanced back once to see how far he’d gone out into the blanket of night. Behind the last row of tents, a few torches bobbed. They moved slowly, as if the men who carried them were half-drunk. Maybe they were. Maybe they weren’t even looking for him yet. He started at the closest tent, one made of something rough-spun and hung with tapestries of colors he couldn’t see in the dark. There was no breeze to mask his voice, only the raucous laughter of some heavily wine-laden groups of women by the closest campfire.
“Tev,” he said softly. It sounded loud. Too loud. He used the name she’d taken for herself as a knight since Kierstaz was as uncommon as mammoth skin. He waited a moment, then moved on to the next, crept right up against the wall, and whispered, “Tev.”
A few seconds, and he moved on.
Then she was there, skidding softly into the sand beside him, whispering in Seren. “Mikel, you’ve the whole west end of camp in a scramble.”
He breathed better than he had all day. “You’re here?”
“What do they have you doing?”
She wore a robe that looked crimson in the dark. It flowed about her like silk or muslin. Almost queenly. Poor, dear queen.
“They’re still deciding what I’m good for. Mikel, you shouldn’t have come over here. The woman who owns me is as sour as a goblin’s tooth and she—”
“Does she beat you?”
“Tev, we can leave.”
“No! I want to stay.”
“If you are in any kind of trouble, light something on fire. Something that will catch and burn fast. Or anything violent that will attract attention. I’ll come find you.”
“Mikel, I have to go.” She stood and disappeared into the night.
Oooohhh, so much awesomeness! Please stop by Rachel’s website to get more details about her books.
Okay, moving on, my WIPpet from The Adorned. Today I give you 26 sentences (+ 1 extra because it made for a better ending, and it is the holiday season, time for giving and all that). No Fader this week–oh, pipe down, Fader-lovers. I’ll think about making it up to you next week. This scene takes place before last week’s because I’m jumping around. Yup. I can do that. In this scene Roe finds herself on the wrong side of her boss. We can probably all relate to that in one form or another; however I’ll lay odds none of our bosses handle things like Roe’s boss does.
And, to head off any confusion due to out-of-context reading, Roe is a member of a thieves’ guild. Tuter Lighton is her guild master–or as they’re known amongst the criminal factions, a Prince. Though I might change that because after I started using it I realized it’s been used before. However, it is a term in the Thieves Cant dictionary so I might keep it. But for now, when you see Prince used, it doesn’t mean royalty. At least not the approved of form of royalty. 😉
Roe’s head snapped to the side, ears ringing, eyes watering. Damn but Tuter had a quick hand.
“What’s the rule?” he asked, his nasally voice at odds with his bulbous build.
Roe rubbed her cheek. They were alone in what Tuter liked to refer to as his Throne Room; the hour being too early or too late for anyone else, depending on what job they were working. “I don’t know wha–“
He caught her other cheek with a backhanded blow. That one drew a yelp from Roe, and she skipped away from him. A warm trickle of blood oozed toward her jaw. A quick, bejeweled hand, damn his hide.
“The rule,” he said, advancing on her.
Roe took another step back, brow furrowed. ” ‘All treasure to the trove.’ And you’ve got all I have. You think I’m holding out?”
“What did you find this morning, my gilded one?”
“This morning? I honestly–“
Hands gripped her arms from behind and Roe swallowed past a growing lump. Tuter’s Lads, Ham and Fist, twin brutes he’d raised up from boys after stealing them out from under Bingham Cole’s nose. Prince of Arms Bingham Cole. No one stole from the Arms if they wanted to live. No one except Tuter, apparently. The Arms were enforcers. Bingham Cole the meanest and deadliest of the lot. People that crossed Prince Cole were ended very publicly and messily no matter their rank or station.
When Tuter brought out his Lads, it meant trouble.
“Tuter, I think you’ve been misinformed,” Roe said.
Poor Roe. Life is not easy in the Unheld City.
Last but not least, my ROW80 update. I missed Sunday’s for no other reason than lack of ambition. We had some outdoor chores to take care of in the morning, followed by grocery shopping, which got us back in the house just in time for the Packer game. After which it was time for chores, dinner, and relaxing. I do that on Sunday evenings. My prep for the upcoming work week. Veg out.
Anyhow, I do believe I hit another 10k mark on EoD but forgot to give Shan my word. For those who don’t know, as incentive to keep pounding out the words, the lovely Shan Jeniah Burton offered me a reward. For every 10 thousand words I add, I get to give her a word to use in her TnT WIPpets (for those who don’t know what that is, seriously, go check it out. Star Trek fan-fic with Trip and T’pol that will heat you up on a cold day. Pass the ice water!)
I haven’t had a good run of days, however, I do continue to add words every day.
I have reminded myself numerous times that first drafts are allowed to suck. They should suck. It is their fate and density…er…destiny. Yes. They are the skeleton upon which we build.
I’ve participated in some sprints and have come to this conclusion: I am no Gimli.
In fact, I suck at sprinting. Partly because my Rewriteritess flares up something terrible. I will rework a sentence numerous times to get it just perfect instead of plowing blissfully ahead like Dory. “Just keep writing. Just keep writing.” But sprinting does force me to sit and ignore distractions for 20 minutes or more. And a couple hundred words in 20 minutes is far better than none all day.
I have realized I will have to adjust my deadline because, as Writeometer shows me:
And that is most assuredly outside the realm of possibility. I’ve decided not to set a new deadline, but to make every effort to limit the number of days I go past the one I’m not going to meet.
To those who are awaiting the arrival of Book Three and the conclusion (?) of the Darkness & Light series, I apologize for the delay. But I’d rather give you the best book I can, rather than rush through and disappoint you.
Happy Thanksgiving to all those partaking!
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