Wednesday, May 19, 2010

What's Happening Now?

Well, folks, 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. What have you been up to lately? Seen any interesting places? Encountered any intriguing people? Fought any maleficent creatures? Found yourself in a spot of trouble, supernatural or otherwise?

Feel free to spill any and all of your latest adventures, 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:

Faldur said...

I'm in yet another new opening scene...

Moonlight cast blue shadows on the snow, turning the great drifts across the expanse of the park into waves in a sculpted sea. Faldur’s breath puffed in front of his face as he perched like an incongruous bird in the boughs of a large fir tree. He had chosen this position in order to observe the guests arriving at Crikhaven for the Midwinter feast. The branch on which he sat dug uncomfortably into his person, but he daren’t shift himself lest the movement send down a shower of snow, drawing the notice of the sentries on the castle wall.

Faldur said...

No one ever said Rangering was dignified.

Marenya said...

So that's what you were doing so long, while I was waiting and wondering. I thought perhaps you had found a better party to attend.

The Heroes said...

Ryan/Blue Bow: What? Huh? Who's there? Oh, hi. We're all just hanging out, waiting on him. He's been gone since last summer.

Chelsey/Flutterby: He poked his head in here recently though, told us to be ready for some action soon. I sure hope it's good.

Paul/Peace Keeper: I know he's been gone so long, there's going to be some organizational time, so who knows when we'll actually get called out.

Aidan said...

Who ya waiting to see, Faldur? Heh, bet I know.

Aidan said...

Who's "he?" guys?

Aidan said...

All right, here goes...

Smoke billowed from our house, pouring like lifeblood from the broken window and open door. I twisted in Asmodai's grip, felt the sting of giant claws on my ribcage, and stopped struggling. I concentrated on my ken instead, narrowing my focus to Kaelin, killing more trees in the already struggling forest. I didn't care.

I screamed Kaelin's name through the stream of ken. The wind whipped it from me. He didn't answer, but I could feel him. He lay in an agonized heap at the bottom of the basement steps, not moving.

Silence.

Ten seconds.

Twenty.

Asmodai adjusted his grip on me, squeezing my ribs in his giant bird claws until I could barely breathe. I struggled. No good. I shoved more ken at Kaelin and killed another mountainside of trees.

It was enough. I felt Kaelin's mind moving and realized he was assessing his injuries. Bloody, busted leg, dislocated shoulder, nails ripped out from grabbing the floor. Conclusion: don't move. He drew in a breath. Demonstink, but worse now. The kind that only came from fullblood fires. His body threw itself into futile spasms of protest.

Kaelin.

He couldn't hear me. His pain disrupted my ken from reaching him, and him underground, too. Dirt plays havoc on ken. But I could hear him.
Fuckshitdamnfuckhell. The bastard took Aidan and now it's going to burn me alive. "Fuck you, too, Asmodai. I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" His shout grated like sandpaper against my ken.

Kaelin stretched his head up and rolled, grimacing and cursing, trying to get his battered body up the steps without worsening the torque in his bad shoulder. His bloody leg scraped on the gritty basement floor. With his good arm he caught a step and heaved himself up.

And slid right back as pain seared through his resolve. His dislocated shoulder bumped into the wall. He swallowed hard, gagging on the smoke slithering down the basement steps.

Think, Kaelin.

Think.

Crap. I'm an idiot.

Aidan!

Kae.
He couldn't hear me before so I tried not to waste time. He stiffened as he caught my answer.

...twenty feet up, flying...the Park.

Aid--Fight it, bro...


He didn't so much as break off as fade away into little telepathic burps and crackles. Too far to hear me, and him already dug into his grave. I twisted in the claws gripping me, the wind chilling fresh scrapes on my skin, and I thrust out the last of my ken. Another big swath of trees crackled into brown skeletons on a mountainside, masses of dead leaves swept up in our wake. Asmodai was moving faster, if anything, his giant wings pumping.

Kae!

No answer, but I could still feel his faint shadow. Kaelin threw his battered body into action again, hauled himself up two steps headlong into a thick wall of smoke. It slipped over his head like a plastic bag. He coughed and gagged, slipping back to the dirty concrete floor. He rested his cheek on the splintery wooden step and stared at the smoke gliding closer and closer. It glowed faintly grey in the darkness, like liquid death. I heard three words before the smoke swallowed him.

Get free, bro.

Nick (Virgil Ante) said...

Whoo, Aiden!! THAT's what I'm talking about! Let's see some action around here! I'm tired of sitting around on a loading screen, dancing empty footsteps across a blank page. Yeah, boy! Get it in gear, Author!!

Christine H said...

Very impressive, SSAS. And you're not published WHY???? :D

David Jace said...

SSAS?

Olivia Harper said...

Why, David, that means Sex Scenes at Starbucks, of course. At least, I think it does...

David Jace said...

Ah, of course, that makes sense. Thank you for the clarification. :)

sex scenes at starbucks said...

I am actually published.

But thanks, I guess that means you like it. :) You guys are a testing ground for the idea.

Christine H said...

Ah, my mistake. I saw on your webpage that you were looking for an agent so I thought that you were still unpublished. Sorry!

But, I can't wait until this story gets finished and pubbed. I really hope it does!

sex scenes at starbucks said...

I'm not currently repped, yeah. Bleh. But I'm hoping to have two books out this year and also sell another. Working on getting it out there right now.

Uhoh, we're hijacking the characters... :) Maybe we need an author's day without their input.

Nick (Virgil Ante) said...

*Strolls in and sets up guard at the door, to keep those pesky authors out. He crosses his arms over his armored chest and lets the visor slide down into place.*

Marenya said...

I was nowhere near Crikahven that night, Aidan. He certainly wasn't looking for me!

Are you and Kaelin all right?

Aden fath, Ryan, Chelsea and Paul! Welcome, Nick!

Ginger said...

Really incredible writing deserves to be recognized.

Ryan, Chelsea and Paul ~ I haven't seen my author for about two years. But life is so peaceful here on the back burner, I'm quite enjoying myself.

Ryan (Blue Bow) said...

Thanks, Marenya. What's 'Aden Fath' mean?

Marenya said...

I'm sorry, I forget sometimes that not everyone knows our customs.

It means "Hold onto faith."

Faldur said...

My author finally finished this scene she's been working on all day:

They followed the tracks across the fields and up a wooded ridge, stopping where the trail plunged into the neck of a shallow, thickly overgrown ravine. Harth circled the edge to see where the tracks came out. Faldur stared down into the bushes, trying to discern a dark silhouette or the reflective gleam of feline eyes.

He looked up just as a black shape bounded towards Harth, snow splaying from beneath its wide paws as it ran. He yelled and Harth dove sideways just as it pounced. Faldur surged forward, cursing the impeding snow. Harth loosed an arrow which lodged in the nightstalker’s shoulder as it overshot him. It staggered, then gathered itself to attack again. Harth struggled to regain his feet and reached for another arrow. Faldur ran between them, slicing the lion’s leg as it stretched out to claw him, crippling it. The lion let out a scream that shivered on the cold air and recoiled. Faldur heard a noise from the ravine, but couldn’t turn to look. Instead he leapt forward and plunged his blade through the beast’s throat, then drew it out again. The lion stumbled forward a few steps, making a horrible rattling noise, swayed and collapsed against Harth, kocking him down.

Faldur whirled to see a second lion emerge from the ravine. It was a monster, with old scars all around its ears and shoulders. A true nightstalker. Faldur yelled and waved his blade, trying to intimidate it, but the lion leaped forward without hesitation. Faldur braced, thinking that if he timed it just right he could use the beast’s own weight to impale it on his sword. He would have to risk the claws, however, to reach the heart.

Suddenly, he heard the sharp snick of a bowstring, and the thump of an arrow finding its target. Harth had shot the nightstalker while his legs were still pinned. Hot blood sprayed Faldur’s face, then he fell backwards into the enveloping snow. The lion landed on top of him, knocking the wind from his body.

As Faldur strained for breath, he heard Harth say, “I hope there aren’t any more. Ejasz, we should’ve brought someone along to haul these great bloody carcases off!” Then he began to laugh: a hearty, joyful sound that echoed among the trees.

Pain filling his chest as his lungs expanded again, Faldur began to laugh, too.

Marenya said...
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Laura Martone said...

Not to hijack the characters again... sorry, guys... but I heard your suggestion, SSAS. An author's day we shall have!

Marc said...

Ah, a hunt. We love hunting. Of course, our prey flies and is about ten times bigger than us and can bring down the doom of the earth, but hunting is hunting. Well done, lads.

Marenya said...

Hello, Ryan. I'm sorry, I forget at times that not everyone knows our customs. Aden fath is our way of saying hello, but it really means "hold onto faith."

Faldur said...

Thanks, Marc.

Another uniform ruined. And my dress greens, too.

Aidan said...

Marenya, it's kind of touch and go but this is just the start of the book so I'm assuming the author won't kill us right off...

But then, maybe it's a short story... {{shudder}}

The Heroes said...

He did it!! The author has updated the website! Things are rolling again! Let's go check it out! Climb in, I'll drive over.

http://davidjace.blogspot.com/2010/05/website-relaunch.html