Wednesday, April 28, 2010

What's Happening Now?

Well, it's that time again – time for our midweek update – a chance for characters to reveal their current whereabouts. In this way, authors can share what's happening within their stories by speaking through their characters' unique voices.

So, let's hear it, characters. It's time to share your pleasures, your pitfalls, your ambitions, or whatever else is on your mind – and hopefully, by revealing where you are in your story, you'll help inspire your authors to keep moving forward with theirs.

Remember, this is for characters only!

28 comments:

Marenya said...

Chalmeth stood by the fireplace and propped his elbow against the mantle. He looked more wolfish than ever, scowling at her down his long nose as if trying to determine her weaknesses, his lips slightly parted to show his teeth. She remained seated and kept her expression neutral, for as Lady Pelwyn and the future Queen, she thought she should betray neither fear nor irritation. She simply waited for him to address her, hands folded in her lap, back straight...

His words were low and deliberate. “I find it curious that Faldur never came after you. Why is that? Doesn’t he care what happens to the Prince’s bride?”

She tried to keep the horror out of her face, and quickly dropped her gaze. If he realized the truth, then she had no idea what would happen. Pelwyn was far enough away by now to be safe, but Harth’s life was certainly in the balance, and possibly her own.

There was a note of triumph in his voice as he said, “You came voluntarily, according to Lieutenant Harth, because he told you the Captain’s life was in danger. Faldur is not known to give up easily, but you came anyway. To save him.” A thin smile played around his mouth again. “So, what I am wondering is: since when does the Captain need saving?”

She looked up then, and their eyes met. It was over; he had guessed the truth. She never should have imagined she could deceive him. A malicious grin spread across his face as he lowered himself into the chair opposite hers. “He was wounded, wasn’t he? You and Harth went to such extraordinary measures to save him, because he can’t save himself.” He slapped the arms of his chair triumphantly. “He’s holed up somewhere, nursing his injuries. There’s no other explanation.”

Marenya said nothing, but dropped her gaze again so that he wouldn’t see her relief.

Aidan said...

Kaelin sat on our sofa, his long legs drawn up, knees too high on our terminally sagging sofa. He smoked, long streamers dribbling from his mouth. One surefire way to confirm a demidemon is sinking smoke. I didn’t watch him, not outright. He hated me staring at him. So I looked at Dad's door instead.
We put him on his bed, wrapped in a sheet. He bled out all over the rug, but it didn't matter. The house was going to burn anyway.
I'd crushed my half-smoked cigarette under my heel out in the yard. Dad didn't like us smoking in the house.
"Dad could give a shit now."
I gave him a sidelong glance. "Kae? You all right?"
He didn't answer and I pushed out a little jet of Sight, trying to See—
He tipped his head at me, jaw clenched, and took a drink of Jack from the bottle. "No voodoo or I'll kick your ass."
I pushed up from my chair and paced to a window. Nothing out in the black tumbleweeded yard. "We have to go."
He just smoked and took another drink.
"Kaelin. We have to go. Your smoke doesn't cover it. I can smell it as bad as you can."
Rotten eggs, old blood, burnt flesh. Demonstink.
It repelled the human in me, but a little tiny place in my gut shivered with anticipation. I buried it pretty deep though. Dad had gotten his belt out when I was a kid a few times when I'd gone chasing demonstink in the woods around the lake, one of those parent beating/crying gigs where they love you so much they hit you. I never really got that.
"It's coming after you," he said.
Same flat, dead tone.
I twitched and then cursed under my breath. My stomach felt sick. We have to go to Sentinel, I 'pathed.
"Fuck them."
Kae--
"Where the hell were they two hours ago when they came for Dad? It's their fucking enemy, not ours."
Dad defected, true. Out of the war. Trying to spare me all he went through as Lord Seer. Stuck us in this dinky mountain town working at the sled shop and trying to find a girlfriend with all her teeth. We should have been at college, but he made us drop out at sixteen.
I rubbed my aching temples and sighed.
Kaelin looked up. "Head hurt?"
I shrugged.
"You're right. Let's get out—"
The house started rattling. Pictures slipped. A lamp danced across the end table. Silverware rattled in the sink. I looked out the window where the floodlight shone on the trees ringing our dead yard. Not a twitch.
Kaelin put the Jack down and reached between his legs, came up with a shotgun hidden under the couch. He stretched out, dug shells out of his pocket, and broke the gun to insert them.
Smoking the whole time. Casual. Like the shotgun could actually kill the demon paying us a visit.

Ginger said...

I really have to read that book, Aidan. Your author writes so well.

I mean, that is to say, you are such compelling characters!

sex scenes at starbucks said...

Thanks, Ginger. :) I see a lot of issues with it, but I jotted it this morning before I had an appointment. 10 minutes of freewriting... it gets the gist across though.

Aidan and Kaelin are not my current project, but they keep interrupting me...

Aidan said...

Hey Marenya,
That Chalmeth seems like an asshole. Want me to take care of it for you?

Marc said...

Isn't he just the cutest thing when he's threatening characters from other books?

Aidan said...

Well, I was going to have Kae do it...

Kaelin said...

You're not dragging me into this one, bro. You're on your own.

Nutmeg Cross said...

I feel that way about both books, Ginger. Marenya's story is equally compelling... and the demon boys are quite... uh... entertaining.

Aidan said...

Thanks, Nutmeg.

I think.

Nara Malone said...

Our first kiss wasn’t the press of lips to lips, the warm glide of tongue over teeth.

You lifted my hand, bowing slightly, like some courtier of old, turned it palm up and then gazed into my eyes, watching desire smolder in response to a dry jute tongue lapping at my wrist. Thin coils forged a bond– easily cut but impossible to break.

You fanned the flame, ignited something secret, spurred the departure from the woman I prtended I was and started the journey toward the woman I am. You captured the parts of me I try hardest to hide and hauled them into the light. Why don’t my secret shames look as rotten when I see them through your eyes?

First kisses should make my knees buckle, weaken me with desire. Your kiss made me stronger. Love should veil my flaws. You rip the veils away. Your love isn’t in spite of my flaws, but because of them.

~ Bond’s sarai

Nara Malone said...

@Marenya Clever. Sounds like that was a close call.

Nara Malone said...

@Aiden You have me curious about that shotgun.

Aidan said...

Yeah, I'm curious too. Like I said, shotguns don't kill fullbloods. They just piss 'em off.

Ginger said...

What does kill "fullbloods?"

Marenya said...

No, thank you, Aidan. Chalmeth can live. There's been enough bloodshed already. I'm actually enjoying myself deceiving him.

It's surprisingly simple. People see what they want to see, don't they?
(smirk)

Marenya said...
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Ginger said...

Nara, you made Marenya blush. Actually, you made *me* blush.

Time to go read my Bible.

Ginger said...

SSAS - I can see why! (interruptions) Quite a lot of fun, aren't they?

Aidan said...

Blushing? From a kiss? I mean, it sounds really nice and everything, but I don't get it. I've heard the Bible is a good book, but I can't actually touch it. Consecrated, you know. Can't go in churches, either.

Um, this is kind of gross to humans for some reason, but actually my blood kills the fullbloods. So I'm always drawing blood to coat my arrowheads and stuff. But at least I always have some handy as long as I have a knife. And Kaelin's blood can slow them down pretty well.

We're working on shot coated in my blood. It just makes the shot all sticky, so it doesn't make as reliable a pattern. And sometimes the shells leak and the guns jam.

Give us a bow over a gun any day, huh, Faldur?

Aidan said...

Marenya, I like this side to you. All right. He lives.

Ginger said...

It's not the kissing, Aidan. It's the whole "smoldering desire, igniting something secret, departing from the woman I was, ripping away the veils" thing.

That was a very sacred moment for me, when I married Scott and gave myself to him. It was the thing I held onto, later. And the thing that makes me miss him sometimes, even now. Sometimes I wonder if that was it - my only chance. I suppose it's more than many women ever have, so I should be grateful.

Ginger said...

P.S. But, once you've had it, it's hard to do without it, you know? I envy Marenya in the sense that she doesn't know what she's missing.

The Bible does help:
"Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature."

I am persevering.

Marenya said...

Aidan, I'm not human, remember?

What you said about your blood killing demons interests me. I had to drink lion's blood as an antidote once. Perhaps it has similar properties.

Aidan said...

Oh. Huh.

I'm glad it was, um, good for you, Ginger.

I don't think I've had it.

Jason said...

Obviously not.

It was a beautiful description, Ginger. What is marriage but learning to love the faults as pieces of beauty?

Aidan said...

Yeah, I remember you're not human. But I didn't want to offend you.

I should have known you're stronger than that. Sorry. I won't make that mistake again.

Did the blood make you feel sick to your stomach? I thought it would me, but I've had a little sometimes and it's no big deal. But it's mine, and I'm half-demon.

Kaelin said...

You know, bro, you don't have to keep telling them you're half-demon all the time. I think they've got it.

And I'd rather they get to forget sometimes, though for some odd reason they like us anyway.