F – Fallhollow


Hi all, welcome to the A-Z challenge.  I thought I had this little ditty planned to go live yesterday, but when I checked my blog this morning, it was still sitting in  time out in my ‘edit’ box.  It’s all good, though.  This way I can post and do my Sunday Snippet Blog hop all at one time!

The A-Z challenge letter for yesterday was the letter “F”.  Since I’m focusing on my novel, The Eye of Kedge, let’s take a little trip to the magical and dangerous world of Fallhollow.  I think I’ll let Sir Trogsdill  Domnall tell you about it. (BTW, this scene is currently in edit mode.  Feedback and comments would be very helpful).

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Trog leaned against a tree and peeled the skin from an apple.  “Einar seized the kingdom and made Berg Castle his lair.  That’s when he started growing his army of shadowmorths.”

“Why didn’t the mages do something to stop him?” David asked, popping a handful of berries in his mouth.

“They tried, but everything they did failed.  Jared got involved and sent his daughters and an apprentice magician by the name of Seyekrad to Fallhollow.  Together, they confined the beast below Lake Sturtle.”

David sputtered his food.

“That’s stupid.”  Charlotte tossed David the boda bag.  “Why not just kill him?”

“His scales ward off white magic.”  Trog cut a slice of apple and ate it.  “All they could do was imprison him.”

Charlotte stood and tacked up her hair.  “Well, they didn’t do a great job did they.”

“How long ago did all this happen?” David asked, his brain trying to envision a dragon beneath Lake Sturtle.

“Oh, about a hundred years ago, give or take a few years.”  Trog wiped the blade and sheathed it.  “Of course Einar, being the self-centered miscreant he is, decided to go after Hirth, but he was beaten  by a fifteen-year old lad and an arrow tipped in heem.”    

“Heem?” Charlotte threw her satchel over her shoulder.

“The saliva from an estreal, a rare bird found in the jungles of the floating isles of Ansilar.  Dragon hunters use it to kill their prey.  Sadly, it didn’t kill the beast but it did incapacitate him, until about eighteen years ago.”

“I take it he attacked Hirth again?” David said. 

“Tried,” Trog said.  He pulled on his boots and gathered his bag.  “This time the mages were able to spin a powerful sleeping spell around him, which held until two days ago.”  

David’s stomach fell into a hollow emptiness under the weight of Trog’s words.  He knew all too well what happened two days ago.  Now if he could only figure out how to fix it.  Thing was, he didn’t have a clue.

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It’s an “A-Z challenge” and “If you could” Friday! Whoo Hoo!


Hey everyone!  I was going to forego “If you could” Friday because I’m doing the A-Z challenge, but I thought about it and said, why not to both, so here goes:

If you could /date/marry/have an affair with your favorite fictional character, who would it be and why?

Now on to day 5 of the A-Z challenge.  Today we bring you the letter E.  As in keeping with my theme, I bring to you Eric, another protag from my novel, The Eye of Kedge.  Eric, take it away.

As squire to Sir Trogsdill Domnall, Eric makes it his personal mission to find and offer his services to a mysterious paladin summoned by the mages to protect the realm of Fallhollow.  Fearless in his pursuit, he defies danger in his search for this magical being.  What he finds is nothing like what he imagined, but that’s okay.  Even head-strong, fearless squires have to make unlikely alliances to find what they want, even if it’s hidden in plain sight.

Excerpt:

Eric nodded and shuffled his feet under the weight of Trog’s stare.  He waited for Sestian and Farnsworth to get far enough away before lifting his head and meeting Trog’s gaze.  The knight raised a brow.

“Are you going to tell me where you really were, or are you going to hold to your story that you were listening to a lecture that ended this time yesterday?”

“Which one will get me in the least amount of trouble?”

Trog placed his hand on Eric’s back and edged him down the stone steps to the lower courtyard.  “The truth, Eric.  Always the truth.”

“What if I promised not to tell?”

“Secrets are grave burdens to bear.”

“I can’t betray his confidence, Sir.  I promised.”

Trog nodded.  “Then you’ll sleep in the stables tonight as punishment.”

“But, how is that fair?”

“You know the rules as my squire and you still choose to withhold the truth.  Therefore, you shall be punished accordingly.”

“But the rules of knighthood require I not reveal confidences or secrets under any circumstance to anyone at anytime, even under pain of death.”

“Nice try, lad, but that rule only applies if you’re a knight and have been captured.  Last time I looked, neither of those apply to you.”  Trog placed a heavy hand on Eric’s shoulder.  “I’m going to give you one more chance.  What will it be?”

Eric clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides.  “With all due respect, Sir, I cannot and will not betray my friend.”

Trog removed his hand.  “Then you have made your choice and will suffer the consequences of it.  Now go on and get busy with your chores.  I want each of those blades in your hand sharpened and polished by morning—”

“But, Sir—”

“And for protesting when you should not, you will also sharpen and polish Sir Farnsworth’s blades. I’ll see to it they are dropped off this evening.”  Eric opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind at Trog’s lifted brow.  “Would you like me to add Sir Gowran’s and Sir Crohn’s weapons to your load?”

Eric bit his lip, his guilt boiling below the surface.  “No, Sir.”

“Very well.  Bring the blades to the farrier’s stall in the morning around eight.  It will be a dual-fold meeting as you can visit your father at the same time.”

Trog paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, then turned and strolled across the courtyard.  The beast of a man hoisted a young page from a game of marbles and lectured him on the pitfalls of wasting time. Eric snorted at the boy’s bewildered expression and the speed at which he ran once set down upon his feet.  Been there, boy.  He cursed beneath his breath.  What am I talking about?  I’m seventeen and I’m still at his mercy.

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For a glimpse into my vision of Eric, click the guy below:

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D – David Heiland


Good day everyone, and welcome to day 4 of the A-Z Challenge.  Thanks for stopping by and reading my contribution to this fun blogging event.  Please feel free to stay as long as you like, then jump on over to see what the other participants are blogging about.

Now on to the letter D.  From my YA novel, The Eye of Kedge, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to David Alwyn Heiland, one of three main protagonists.  Charlotte you met yesterday, David is today, and Eric follows tomorrow.   Anyone interested to see how I envision David?  Click on the little guy below to find out.

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David was born March 31 and is almost 18 years old, extremely wealthy and lives with his godmother, Lily, in an 1860’s mansion in Havendale, Tennessee.  His father died 3 months before David was born.  His mother died from complications after David’s birth. His car:  a steel-blue 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500.

He is a champion archer, great at shooting paper targets, but his love for living creatures makes it impossible to shoot and kill.  He’s secretly in love with his best friend, Charlotte, and his OCD tends to get him in sticky spots.  He takes pride in his appearance, is always stylish.  He can be  short-tempered, stubborn, and quick to judge, but those traits are quickly squelched when thrust into the care of Sir Trogsdill Domnall, a highly respected and lethal knight of the kingdom of Hirth.  David may not be fond of Trog’s methods of teaching, but when he comes face to face with two enemies determined to kill him, David  realizes Trog may not be such a bad teacher after all.

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David woke upon a straw mattress in a moon-lit room cluttered with strange items.  Braided vines hung from the rafters, piles of river rocks and unusual stones, talons, teeth and amulets perched on weather-beaten shelves.  Sloughed reptilian skins hung like party streamers from the ceiling while red and black ink blot paintings clung to the walls at a tilt. A high-backed rocking chair sat in the corner like a lone, forgotten figure, its seat in bad need of repair.  Soft moonlight reflected off the water in the basin, casting ripples of glimmering brilliance upon the planked walls.

A knock on the door broke his concentration.  He flung his long legs over the edge and sat up as the gangling, paper-thin stranger entered carrying a wooden bowl and mug, both with knots, branches and leaves protruding from their sides.  He set them on a nearby round table, along with a lit candle, its yellow wax dripping like lemon tears down its tapered form.

“I have brought you nourishment.”  His voice was soothing, lyrical, like the gurgle of a babbling brook on a Spring day.  “I figured you could do with some stickies on your insides.  I have drawn you a warm bath. It awaits you at the end of the hall.  Fresh clothes are on the chest at the foot of the bed.  Take your time.  When you are done, come downstairs.  We have much to discuss.”  The stranger turned to leave.

“Wait.”  David stood and swept aside fringes of dark hair clumped together by briars. “Who are you?  What are you?”

The stranger flashed a mouth of paper-flat teeth.  “My name is Finnegan.  Finnegan Aginagin and I am a sestra, an emissary of the mages.  You may call me Finn.”

C – Charlotte Stine


Good day, everyone, and welcome to day 3 of the A-Z Challenge.  Thank you all for stopping by and reading my contribution to this fun blogging event.  You can find the link to all the participants here, so after leaving my site, don’t forget to bop around to read the other offerings from almost two thousand other bloggers.  Now onward to the letter C.  From my YA novel, The Eye of Kedge, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Charlotte Stine.  You can see my vision of her by clicking the girl below.

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Charlotte Stine was born on April Fool’s Day, but there is nothing foolish about her.  She is an energetic, inquisitive teenager who speaks her mind, loathes war, and passes out at the sight of blood.  Her core beliefs are put to the test after she and her best friend, David Heiland, are kidnapped, and thrust into a world of chaos and magic.  Together, they embark on a perilous journey across a magical land, and discover strange allies in odd places, courage they didn’t know they had, and a hidden destiny that changes everything.

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David slipped downstairs, careful not to make a sound, and unlocked the front doors.     Ten tortuous minutes passed before the door opened and Charlotte stepped inside.  She removed her white puffy coat and crocheted cap, spilling coffee-brown hair over her shoulders to her waist. David’s heart fluttered as she flicked him a smile.

“Hey, Firefox,” she said, using the nickname she’d given him as kids.  “What’s got your boxers in a bunch?”

 

B – Bainesworth von Stuegler


Happy April 2 and welcome to day two of the A-Z Challenge.  Today, I bring to you from my YA novel, The Eye of Kedge, the one, the only, Bainesworth von Stuegler

Bainesworth is an arrogant, devious knight and commander, serving the kingdom of Faucher, an ally kingdom to the kingdom of Hirth. His allegiance, however, doesn’t lie with Faucher’s ailing king, but with himself.  He’s also made himself the arch enemy of Sir Trogsdill Domnall, a revered knight of Hirth.  Trust me, there is no love lost there.

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Trog tore the shirt from Eric’s hand, slipped it over his head and stormed through the doors.  The murmurs hushed, the room fell silent except for the click of boots across the tiles.

“Well, well, well.  Sir Trogsdill.” Bainesworth’s voice echoed in the hall.  “How nice of you to join us.  Are you well?  You seem ill.”

Trog set his gaze on Bainesworth and grunted.  “You have no idea how sick I feel at this moment.” He scratched his chair across the floor and sat down.

“Yes, well, as usual, you’ve kept us waiting for quite some time.  Then again, that doesn’t surprise me.  You’ve always been a bit ostentatious when an audience is involved.”  He paused for a moment, as if waiting for a rebuttal.  Bainesworth continued, a snide grin pinned to his square face.  “Funny thing is, despite your grand entrance, I’m short of feeling honored by your disheveled presence.  You know how I hate to wait – especially on the likes of you.”

As if I give a damn about what you hate,” Trog said, his expression contemptuous.

“You should.  You top my list.”

“I’m honored, considering I don’t give you a second thought.”

Bainesworth’s lip twitched at the corner.  “I’d watch your arrogance, Sir Trogsdill.  You never know where I’ll be lurking.”

“Lurk all you want.  It makes no difference to me since your fate waits for you on the tip of my sword.  Of this I swear to you.”

Bainesworth chuckled.  “I look forward to your feeble attempt.”

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Nice guy, huh?

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A for Amethyst Dragon


Hi everyone.  It’s April which means it’s time for the A-Z challenge!  This is my second year to participate and I’m really excited.  Last year was fun, but I didn’t really have a theme.  This year, I’m dedicating the A-Z challenge to my novel, temporarily titled, THE EYE OF KEDGE (formerly known as In the Shadow of the Dragon King). It is  a YA fantasy that’s been in the works way too long.   This year, I’ve decided to quit trying to make it perfect (because there is no such thing as a “perfect” novel), edit it the best I can, and move on to the second book in the trilogy.  With that said, let the fun of the A-Z challenge begin!

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A – Amethyst Dragon

We all have antagonists in our stories. Mine just happens to be a self-centered amethyst dragon by the name of Einar, and what a beast he is to behold:  

“Dark purple and black scales covered his muscular body from snout to tail.  Leathery wings twitched against his side.  He measured no less than sixty feet in length, and stood half as tall. A stench of rotten eggs clung to him.  The beast shifted.  Shattered rock tumbled in clinks to the ground.  His amber eyes, set wide in his horned head, blinked vertically.”

Steeped in black magic, Einar is impervious to death by humans and white magic.  Most amethyst dragons are not confrontational, but Einar is not like most dragons.  Over-confident and armed with a vendetta, he is determined to kill everyone who has caused him harm.  He’s never been closer to fulfilling his lust for vengeance…until he comes face to face with the very thing that can take his life.  Staring down his own mortality, Einar must make a choice and make it fast – fight or flight?  His choice might just be his last.

Look! Look at what I got in the mail today!!


Okay, I said I wasn’t going to post anything this week but…

Look what I got today in the mail!!!!!

Bookmarks!  Aren’t they pretty!!!  Something I can actually sign my name to and give away to awesome people like you!  Squeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Who’s ready for December 3?  Who’s ready for “MAKE BELIEVE”?

Look for bookmark giveaways soon.  Maybe within the next 6 months or so I can match it with bookmarks for IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING.  That would be IN-CRED-I-BLE!!!.  *SMILE*

Okay, back to editing.  Catch you guys on the flip side.  *hugs*