I am writing - I promise. Here's a snippet of Prince of the Furies:
Once the meal was over, many of the dignitaries went on their own venturing – as if the keep were their own possession. Most had lodgings in the Equinox and were free to inspect and roam, even walk the steep grounds about its stone foundation. The beacon was a source of wonder for those who chose to stand near, if that were possible at all. The peak of the mount was a solid rock, steep, slick, and rounded. If not for several skilled workers who affixed it in place, the beacon would have surely tumbled off in the wind. Instead, the light burned fiercely, and from the porch the Alliance and Turran gazed upon its flames.
“It will look even more marvelous in the night,” said Brenn, leaning against the parapet.
“It shall bring hope always,” added Turran. “My father had it commissioned, and I never knew. He has been full of surprises of late.”
“He seems certain of…well, everything,” replied Fauglir who turned back. Within the chamber the three lords remained in conversation, albeit, full of drink in Borgan’s instance.
Turran smiled, happy to see his father living instead of dying. “He is certain, Fauglir, certain we have won.”
“Does that mean it is over?” asked Andro.
“Far from it,” replied Turran, “it is coming. And after so long a wait, my father sees the end – the final part. Peace after so long a life of curses…”