Aaah, it feels so nice to press SEND. The Reluctant Retiree is off to my editor and in the hands of a beta-reader. I always hand off my manuscripts thinking the worst, because my writing feels so immature to me. In this case, even if the story gets a thumbs down, I am now officially in love with my detectives, so Ill likely write about them anyway. :) In the meantime, instead of pacing back and forth, chewing my fingernails, and refreshing my email every ten minutes, Ill move right into the next book. What IS Marsais, Isiilde, and Oenghus up to? Where did I leave them... “Often times, one must start at the end to find a beginning.” —Galvier Longstride A shadow came with the wind, obscuring the moon. And an army of stalwart trees rustled with anticipation. Power gathered in darkness. The bristling, fanged hunters of the forest froze. And the world held its breath. In a far off corner, in an ancient land of overgrown ruins, the world exhaled, spewing a tall, rangy, man from its mouth. With a ripple of air, Marsais staggered from the deep dark into a colder one that was, at the very least, on solid ground. He tripped over a crumbling stone pillar, collided with a fern that was as tall as he, and together, vegetation and man fell over, landing on a forgiving cushion of moss. A long groan rose from his throat. Marsais tucked his crushed hands closer to his chest, struggling against a current of pain that threatened to drown him in unconsciousness. The air crackled, gathered, and burst, booming through the forest. A kilted giant emerged from the ripple like a monstrous beast rising out of inky depths, looking for its next victim. When none immediately became apparent, Oenghus Saevaldr hopped onto a fallen pillar and surveyed the dark with a hunter’s eye...
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 06:26:25 +0000
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