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Sunday Snippet, May 24, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“What were those things that were attacking him? And what happened to them?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what they were; I’ve never encountered them before. As to what happened to them, I sent them away. Hopefully back to their home realm where they’ll be much happier.”

The boy rejoined them as she finished speaking, a small bundle clasped tightly in his arms. “Ready?” she asked, and he nodded, bringing a smile to her lips at the first real communication from him.

“A better question,” she said as they started back toward the street, “is why they were attacking him.”

“You said it yourself,” Veren said. “He’s a Shaman. He has power. The Temples don’t like what they can’t control.”

“So why didn’t they just come after him directly?”

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-23-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

“My place is down this alley. I’ll just be a minute.”

“Are you sure? It’s narrow, but I’m pretty sure we can get through it.”

“It dead ends. I have no idea who planned the streets here but whoever it was didn’t do a very good job thinking things through.”

James laughed. “That’s politicians for you. Not a drop of common sense among them.”

Now that was something I couldn’t argue with.

My good spirits dissipated when I reached the end of the alley and saw my shanty. The storm the night before had torn off part of the roof and my spirits sank as I opened the door and took a look inside. The fire in my stove had gone out, the coal was wet, and everything I owned was soaked: bed, linens, clothes…

I consoled myself with the thought that at least my tools were dry and safe, and locked the door again. I’d get some dry coal on my way home and hopefully get my clothes dried out before morning, although it looked to be a wet and uncomfortable night waiting for me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 17, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Then we should go.” She turned back to look at the young ogre who had joined them silently, still hanging back a bit, but close enough to hear them. “Do you live far from here? We need you to gather your things so we can leave before more trouble comes.”

He studied her for a moment then turned and darted into the alley, disappearing behind a pile of rubble. 

Veren shook his head. “I doubt he has ‘things.’ Most here have only what they’re wearing.”

 Kestra smiled. “He’s a shaman. He’ll have ‘things.’ We all do.”

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-16-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

…James had to shake me to get my attention.

“Sorry,” I said. “My mind was elsewhere.”

“Must have been a good holiday it went on. At first I thought you’d fallen asleep, then I was worried you’d passed out, and then I was afraid you’d died.”

“Nothing so drastic as that,” I assured him.

“Good. Then could you give me directions? I’ve no idea where to go now that we’re in your neighborhood.”

I blinked to reorient myself. I’d been so lost in thought I hadn’t realized we’d reached The Old Nichol so it took a moment to get my bearings. A couple of turns later and we were there, more or less.

“Stop here,” I told James as we reached an intersection. “My place is down this alley. I’ll just be a minute.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 10, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

She joined Veren at the entrance to the alley, and looked up at him questioningly. 

“What you did to those… things… it’s bound to have gotten the attention of the Temple Priests. We should be on our way before they come to investigate.”

“Do you really think they will come here at night?” she asked worriedly. “You and Gundrin both warned me against it.”

Veren shrugged. “I don’t know. Depends on how strong they are at the moment. If they have enough militia in-house, they’ll come.” He tried to remember how many troops were at the Temple he had come from, but he was just a Temple Guard – and not freely at that – and not part of their organization. He shook his head. “I don’t know,” he repeated, suddenly feeling worthless.

 

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-9-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

 

Did we come this way last night?” I asked, puzzled.

James shook his head. “We’re not going directly to the warehouse,” he said. “Miss Victoria wanted to get you home so you could change first.”

“I could have walked,” I protested. “She didn’t need to put you or herself to such bother.”

“It’s no bother. Truth be told, I don’t have much to do most days so it’s good to have an excuse to get out and about. Mr. Madison the Elder doesn’t go out at all anymore, so unless I’m sent on an errand I don’t do much but take Miss Victoria back and forth to the warehouse.”

I nodded. Truth be told, I was grateful for the lift but a bit embarrassed for anyone to see where I lived, which was an objection I couldn’t really give voice to. Not that it mattered, I supposed; I’d already told her what neighborhood I lived in so I’m sure she knew it wasn’t anything remotely on a par with her home. But still, I was pretty sure it was going to be a shock to her.

And besides that, I didn’t want her to think less of me, not that it should have mattered; I was just someone she’d hired to help her with her air ship. Still, I had a strange mix of feelings about her. Nothing romantic: even though she wasn’t a Classist she was still way out of my league, but… strange. I wanted to protect her and I wanted her to like me, to think well of me. I frowned to myself. I almost felt like I wanted her to just be my friend. That was an odd concept and I turned it over in my mind, so lost in the thought of it that James had to shake me to get my attention.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, May3, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Here.” Veren appeared at her side and handed her a round hard cake. “Give him this. It’s a travel ration.”

She broke off a small piece and ate it, showing the boy that it was safe. As she chewed, she handed the rest of it to the boy who hesitated for a moment and then snatched it from her hand, huddling away from her protectively. She smiled. “It’s all right,” she assured him. “It’s yours.” He took a bite then stuffed the rest into a pocket. “Eat,” she urged him. “You must be starving. We’ll take you to get more food.”

She stood up and took a step backward, offering her hand again. This time he climbed warily to his feet, towering over her even as he cowered away from her.

He was still eyeing them warily but she could feel him wanting to trust, and she relaxed; he would come around on his own, it was best not to push him.

She joined Veren at the entrance to the alley, and looked up at him questioningly. 

 

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-2-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

For all that I was in a strange place, I slept well that night. It was warmer than my shack, and the bed far softer than my own. Still, I woke early, not wanting to appear to be a lay-about, and, if truth be told, eager to start my new job.

Breakfast was warm porridge, sausages, and toast with jam, with Miss Madison joining us in the servants’ hall.

Afterward, James brought the coach around and I joined him in the driver’s box as Miss Madison entered the carriage and we were off.

The day was cold but bright and the horse trotted smartly through the streets. I hadn’t been able to see much the night before but it felt like we were heading in a different direction.

“Did we come this way last night?” I asked, puzzled.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 26, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“We need to move.”

“A moment,” Kestra replied, turning and kneeling next to the young ogre. “My name is Kestra,” she told him. “I’ve come to help you.”

He looked at her, his body stiff with fear. “What’s your name?” she asked gently. He didn’t reply and she felt a stab of worry that the terrors that had been assaulting him had destroyed his reason.

Veren shifted uneasily, dark eyes watchful. They were trapped here with nowhere to run, and it went against all his training, all his experience.

Kestra glanced at him, then looked back at the boy, rising slowly and extending her hand to him. “It’s not safe here,” she said. “We need to leave. Come with us – we’ll take you some place safe, some place where they can’t hurt you.” She could see the hesitation in his eyes, the indecision, and was at a loss as to how to get through to him.

“Here.” Veren appeared at her side and handed her a round hard cake. “Give him this. It’s a travel ration.”

 

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

Find more great reading
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Rainbow Snippet for 4-25-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

Dinner was a lively affair. I felt a bit out of place at first but the Madison’s servants were friendly and not a bit snobbish and I soon relaxed but kept reminding myself to mind my place.

As for my employer and her grandfather, they’d barely finished dessert before he rang for assistance to return to his room. I could see him through the crack in the door and he looked frail and worn, and I was sure the dinner had taken a toll on him.

Miss Victoria gave him a kiss on the cheek and waited until he had been assisted from the room then came into the dining room we were in.

“Are you settling in well, Mr. McKelvy?”

“Very well, thank you. “

“If you’d like I’ll have a room set up for you for tonight in the servants’ quarters, then you can ride along to the warehouse with me in the morning, leave your tools, and go home to change.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“No bother,” she replied lightly. “It’s a foul night out there and I wouldn’t turn my worst enemy out in it.” For a moment she looked as if she might make an exception to that sentiment but thought the better of it.

“In that case, I’d be glad of a place for the night.” As I spoke a gust of wind slammed what sounded like sleet against the window behind me. “Very grateful indeed,” I added.

 

 

 

 

 

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