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Sunday Snippet, January 12, 2020

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

Anyhow…

This follows from last week’s snippet.

She looked up when he [Veren] opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen and he smiled, taking his first good look at her: large dark eyes, brown hair escaping from her braid to frame her face, a slight figure, almost fragile looking. “Gundrin will be joining us shortly. He’s very eager to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think that I was that exciting.” She seemed a bit uneasy and he wondered if anyone else had come in while he was gone.

“We don’t get many visitors here, especially not from the Wilds.” He crossed the room and sat down across from her. “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“The Wilds. We hear tales, but I don’t think I believe most of them.”

“What sort of tales?” She was curious about what the city dwellers knew about the Wilds.

 

I thought maybe I should post a bit of an explanation/blurb in progress for you to give you some sort of idea about the world I’m playing in for this:

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 1-11-2020

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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.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“Are you free to start tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Just tell me what time you want me to be here.”

“I’m not a stickler for time, Mr. McKelvy, just for quality. I’m usually here so come in any time and just call out and I’ll show you what needs to be done. I’ll get you a key to the office and once you know what to work on, just come in and start.”

I frowned slightly and she cocked her head. “Is something wrong?”

“No, ma’am, just…” I took a deep breath, wondering how it was that I felt so protective of her, having just met her and all. “The docks aren’t necessarily the safest place for a woman, especially after dark. Aren’t you worried about working here all alone?”

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 5, 2020

The good news is I found a cable for my external hard drive. (Or, rather, a friend of mine did. I told him what I needed and asked what to use as a search term to find it; he had me take a picture of the port on the hard drive and told me what it was. Before I could type “You’re awesome!” he’d sent me the link to it on Amazon.

The bad news is that there was nothing of note on there at all so I’m back to square one (or maybe zero) regarding the rest of what I have written. But I’ll keep looking. I know it’s somewhere!

Anyhow…

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Please, can you help her?”

Gundrin nodded. “Go back to her and stay with her. I will join you in a few minutes.” Veren hesitated and he smiled. “It will be all right. For both of you.”

Veren let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you.” He turned and made his way back to the kitchen, relieved. And scared by what he was doing. If they found out it meant death, or worse.

For all of them

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-4-2020

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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.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“Might I borrow your pen, Mrs. Madison?”

“Miss,” she corrected, handing it to me.

I nodded as I took it, not quite sure what to make of this information. She was certainly of marrying age – about twenty three, I’d guess – and more than pretty enough. And her bearing and speech gave her away as being of high class. I supposed she had suitors enough that there might be some difficulty deciding between them. Or maybe the big blue airship in the next room consumed all her time.

But that wasn’t something for me to worry about. My only concern was the job I was being hired for, so I signed my full name – Daniel Matthew McKelvy – and handed the pen and paper back to her.

“Are you free to start tomorrow morning?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 29, 2019

Looks like I’ll be posting from this for a while yet, maybe even long enough to find a cable for my external hard drive, or the hand written part of the story that I know I’ve seen somewhere.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Would you like to start from the beginning?” his host asked. “Perhaps with a cup of tea?”

Veren shook his head. “There’s no time.” Fear gripped him as he said it. He shouldn’t have left her alone. What if one of them…

“What is it, my son?”

Veren swallowed the lump in his throat. “Someone came into the courtyard. A woman from the Wilds. She’s answering a Call. I think it’s probably from the one they’ve been looking for. I know I should tell them, but I can’t… I can’t turn her over to them.” 

“Where is she now?”

“I left her in the kitchen with a bowl of stew.” Brown eyes pleaded with the man in front of him. “Please, can you help her?”

 

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 12-28-2019

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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.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

She chuckled. “You’ll be up close and personal with them soon enough, and may well wish you’d never heard of them by the time we’re through.”

She slid the paper across the desk to me. “Employment contract. Take some time to look over it and if there’s anything you’d like to discuss or change, feel free to ask me about it.”

I glanced at the paper, not quite sure what to do or say. I’d never had a job that was much more than day work, certainly not anything long term enough to require a contract, and all I could do was hope to not make myself look a fool. The pay rate was spelled out at the top of the paper, and I relaxed a bit; at least I knew what that was. But below it was a confidentiality notice and I paused to read it; never having seen one before I had no way of knowing if it was something normal or not, but it seemed pretty straightforward. Basically I was not to talk about any of the things I saw or worked on with the airship. That made sense, I supposed; I’d done enough reading about them to know that inventors could be quite secretive about their creations. At the bottom were two lines. She’d already signed on one of them.

“Might I borrow your pen, Mrs. Madison?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 22, 2019

Looks like I’ll be posting from this for a while yet, maybe even long enough to find a cable for my external hard drive, or the hand written part of the story that I know I’ve seen somewhere.

This follows from last week’s snippet, which ended with Veren knocking on a door.

Light spilled into the hallway and the small wizened man looked up at him. “Yes?” His eyes and voice were gentle and wise, and Veren suddenly knew that he was doing the right thing.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “May I come in?”

The Gnome said nothing, merely opened the door wider and beckoned him to enter.

Veren stepped inside the room, taking a deep breath. Gundrin had treated him with nothing but kindness since he had arrived here with the Priests, the first person who had ever done so. He hoped he wasn’t reading him wrong and that he would be able to help him – help her. “I’ve never done this before,” he said. “But I can’t… I just can’t do what I know I should.”

“Would you like to start from the beginning?” his host asked. “Perhaps with a cup of tea?”

 

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 12-21-2019

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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.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“Have a seat,” she said, indicating the chair I’d left my gear next to as she took the one behind the desk. “We’ll get the particulars squared away.”

I nodded and sat down, slightly nervous and ill at ease, not sure what she was going on about.

She pulled a paper, fountain pen, and bottle of ink out of a desk drawer.

“I believe the ad said the pay is ten shillings per week. Is that agreeable?”

“Yes, ma’am.” It was more than agreeable to be honest; it was about four shillings more than the average and for a job I’d’ve taken for half that – and still been ahead on how much I was making doing odd jobs here and there as I could find them.

She started to write on the paper, then paused and looked up at me. “Mrs. Cooper says that you have a great interest in flying ships. Do you know much about how they work?”

“I’ve read everything what I could find about them ever since I was a lad,” I said. “I’ve never had the fortune to be up close to one, though,” I added, my gaze drifting toward the room we had just left. So close and yet so far…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 15, 2019

Looks like I’ll be posting from this for a while yet, maybe even long enough to find a cable for my external hard drive, or the hand written part of the story that I know I’ve seen somewhere.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

Veren closed the kitchen door behind him and paused, taking a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew his duty, of course, but tonight it didn’t seem right. He smiled to himself. He could delay it, he supposed, using the excuse of her Call. After all, two Talents were better than one…

His mind made up, he turned and made his way into an older part of the building.  He didn’t need to tell his Masters about her just yet – or maybe ever, he added, surprising himself. He had never disobeyed before, had never stepped outside of the bounds of his duties. Not disobeying. He was not under any direct orders concerning this woman. In fact, they didn’t even know she was here. He was, of course, duty-bound to tell them, but…

But he found himself knocking quietly on a door and stepping back, waiting for it to be opened. 

 

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 12-14-2019

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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.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“So, do you have any questions about the position?”

I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head. The only questions I had seemed a bit presumptuous, even to me.

She chuckled. “You’re wondering how a woman came to be building a flying ship.”

I shrugged. That wasn’t really my main concern, but if it made her happy to think that it was, well, then, so be it.

She straightened and motioned for me to follow her as she started toward the front office. “That’s a long story and perhaps I’ll tell you one day.”

As I started following her I faltered for a moment as her words sank in: perhaps I’ll tell you one day. “Does that mean I have the job?”

“If you truly want it and aren’t just here because Mrs. Cooper sent you with a letter of reference.”

“I do,” I said quickly – maybe a touch too quickly but I wanted this job with all that I was. I held the door as she stepped through it, hoping she couldn’t hear my heart hammering as I nearly shook with excitement, thinking that this was too good to be true.

 

 

 

 

 

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