Alpenglow in Huork, Nordhiem (or a facsimile of...)
My goal prior to 2012 was a modest one, and that was to reach my goal of 50k words. That is -- half a book, and half to go. I can safely say, as of this writing, "Prince of the Furies", is at 50,200 words and climbing. Nowhere to go but up from here. Things are getting thick for my crew and trouble is brewing on the horizon. Nothing like a horrible creature to make a troubled year complete.
The timeline for getting book four done before the new year is on track. One edit is finished. The second edit is also complete thanks to some very helpful writing software (Grammarly, if you're curious). Now comes the final edit, and I am currently several chapters in....give or take a few pages. Needless to say, I am happy how everything is coming along; and more importantly, how the story is progressing.
Now a bigger announcement: I've changed the name. I have my reasons, but I wanted something a bit more accessible and curious. Drum roll please -- The Lords of Wintertide. So now the fourth installment of the Outcast Alliance series is coming close to fruition. I even have the cover ready to go so it will be an easy transition.
Ok, so now I have some writing software to push me along -- the previously noted Grammarly and organizer extraordinaire, Scrivener. These will certainly help me in the future. But what about the past? I have decided on somethi…
Pope John Paul II, in his Letter to Artists, quotes the following verse from a Polish poet, Cyprian Norwid: “Beauty is to enthuse us for work, and work is to raise us up”. And later he adds: “In so far as it seeks the beautiful, fruit of an imagination which rises above the everyday, art is by its nature a kind of appeal to the mystery. Even when they explore the darkest depths of the soul or the most unsettling aspects of evil, the artist gives voice in a way to the universal desire for redemption”
As the Lords of Nordhiem takes shape, currently at 75k words, I realized it's time for a snippet. An older chapter, here we revisit Andro and his infatuation with a certain Randa (not to worry, folks -- it's still a fantasy). Enjoy:
Frost hung thick
and the night deepened. Those about the fire had no complaints, tossing logs into
the heady blaze. Ashes soared into the sky swiftly snuffed out by an autumn
wind. Folks came and went – the heartiest not ready to call it a night. But
Randa had enough and stood to depart some time before midnight. Andro was quick
to offer escort. She shrugged her shoulders in her usual impassive manner. He
took it as ‘yes’.
where are you headed?” hollered Rogan. He could not resist but laugh at the
poor display of Andro chasing at her heel. “The road is the other direction!”
“I know my
way, Rogan. I wasn’t drinking tonight…not as much as you, at least!”
“Then where are you going?” wondered Andro at her
back as they left the others behind.