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Sunday Snippet, February 16, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“We also hear that there are dangers here that are worse than anything in the Wilds,”

“For one such as you, answering a Call, most likely,” he replied. “But don’t worry.  When you go into the city I’ll come along.” She started to protest but he shook his head and held up a hand. “No arguments. You’ll need someone to guide you.”

He could see her accept the fact that she was not going to win this argument. “Thank you. You’re probably right.”  

“Of course he is,” a new voice said. “Veren is as knowledgeable in the ways of the city as you are in the ways of the Wilds.”

Veren turned and smiled, feeling his heart swell. “You are too kind,” he murmured, then glanced at Kestra to see her reaction.

 

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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Sunday Snippet, February 9, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“…No one wants a repeat of the Uprisings.”

Kestra nodded, understanding. After the Awakening, and after the Mutants had been driven away, there had been a war between the two factions.  Neither side had completely won, but an uneasy truce had been created.  

Veren was relieved that she knew the history. Since meeting Gundrin he was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the prejudice against Mutants and their segregation from Humans. This sanctuary was probably the last place in the city where Mutants were safe, and as he thought about what his Masters had planned for it he felt ill. 

“We also hear that there are dangers here that are worse than anything in the Wilds,” she said, changing the subject back to safer ground much to Veren’s relief.

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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Sunday Snippet, February 2, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“We have stories too, you know. One of them is that humans don’t interact with the other races.”

“Not much,” he admitted, then lowered his voice. “I don’t think it’s right. Gundrin…” He stopped, unwilling to reveal how much the Gnome’s kindness had come to mean to him in the brief time that he’d known him. He watched her intently, and was relieved when she didn’t pursue his comment.

She tilted her head curiously. “You wear a sword.  Aren’t there other weapons here, guns?”

“There are. They aren’t allowed, though, and when found they are destroyed, and the owners are executed. No one wants a repeat of the Uprisings.”

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 26, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

He wasn’t quite sure how to phrase this next question. “And… mutants?” he asked hesitantly. “We’ve heard that you all live together out there.” He flushed; that hadn’t come out as he’d intended. “I mean, that you don’t separate yourselves, that you… that you are equals.” He half held his breath, hoping she wasn’t offended by the question or didn’t think that he was prejudiced. 

She tilted her head slightly, thinking over what he’d just said, looking for the real question behind the words. “Yes,” she said finally. “We live and work together in the same villages. We’ve learned to judge people by actions, not looks.”

He relaxed visibly and she smiled. “I think that answers at least one of my questions about the city,” she said and he raised an eyebrow. “We have stories too, you know. One of them is that humans don’t interact with the other races.”

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 19, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“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.

He shrugged, embarrassed. “They say that there are all sorts of wild animals out there that are dangerous killers and will rip a man to pieces, even an armed man. And poisonous plants. And that even the water is poisonous.”

Kestra smiled. “There are wild animals, but most are afraid of people. Attacks are rare, and usually caused by something the person did. As for plants, there are some that will make your skin blister and itch if you touch them, and some that will make you ill if you eat their fruit. There are a few – very few – that are deadly. And as for water, we hear the same things about the water in the city. Some of it isn’t safe to drink, but mostly it just makes you sick and won’t kill you, although you may wish you were dead until it gets out of your system.

 

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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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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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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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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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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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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