The last half of Chapter 4 – speculation about where things are sent from the old world
Larry went through that with both of us. He was made of stronger fibre than I. I took it out on the cop in the lobby at the hospital. Larry had to handle me, Fawn, and when Zhira was born, his daughter and keep a sane head on his shoulders. How he managed it I’ll never know. Now here we were with a very cryptic threat hanging over us, and one that could affect the whole of his family. So I swallowed my … [READ MORE]
Back on proper numbering and hopefully back on track with posting pieces. Things get a little shaky here. Fern’s talk with Rynun did not go well and the hint of a war that her niece might be central to has her very much out of sorts.
Once we arrived and parked, Sinera quickly hurried up to her desk and began sorting through mail and messages. I went to sulk in my office. I hadn’t worked off my mad completely, so it was a good idea to waste some time in a snit, then pull myself back together. The … [READ MORE]
Here the heroes begin to try and figure out how best to dispose of the new acquisition.
“These are reports and notes of your case with the Nephilim. In truth, this was also a large part of why I desired employment with you. To survive such a creature is amazing by itself. To actually defeat one is nearly unprecedented. It is part of why most Elves know of you, and why some such as …” she thought for a moment “… Cobb tried to use and destroy you. You are a threat to their hopes of isolating humanity from … [READ MORE]
WE get deeper into the situation.
After Judge Caddus left, and thoughtfully left the bottle under my coffee cup, I called Sinera in to ask her take on the conversation.
“He is truly disturbed by finding the item. It is not his only concern however. I do not have a notion of what his other concern might be. He is very careful with speech and mannerisms.”
“So asking him directly is not going to be an option.”
Sinera shrugged, then sat down in the guest chair. “I do not believe so. If he would … [READ MORE]
Here’s part 4, and Fern’s involvement becomes much more personal.
In truth, I never had a job I wanted to turn down so badly as this one. But one thing had changed my mind. The Troll. I saw Zhirk, who Zhira was named after in my head. His face dissolving in the shotgun blast. I shut my eyes again and went through my office again mentally, remembering where each item of my office was. It helped divert my mind from the horror of those vivid memories and let me release them instead of replaying each one again and again in … [READ MORE]
This is going to be longer as I’ve missed some days adding in here. I have been surprised by all the recapping going on and wonder why in this book I have so much compared to the others. Perhaps it’s because I saw this as the last, but now am not sure if it will be. Regardless, here’s part 3.
Larry waved us over to their pine picnic table. He had thoughtfully set out corn on the cob, American style french fries, water, and a salad bowl for a snack. He and Fawn had learned how … [READ MORE]
Here’s the second part comprising the end of Chapter one. It’s a lot of exposition and talking to oneself/scribe. There’s also some explanation of the last book and what happened to Fern and Fawn at the compound.
Fire, water, earth, air. The four classical alchemical elements. I could lift and toss rocks up to the size of a bulldozer over two kilometers, create heat that could melt brick and cause the earth to glaze. I could form shapes from my imagination, just like the earlier ramp to divert Fawn’s attack away from me.
That brings me to the … [READ MORE]
National Novel writing month got off with a literal bang for me. I got in 3500 words which is a new record for any output that I can remember. I’ll be posting 2-3 pages of the new novel here in the following days fore two reasons. First is to let those interested see the progress of the fourth book of the Glass Bottles series which is tentatively titled ‘Brandished Destiny’. THe second is a spur for myself to keep up the pace and not fall into overthinking the story, which had clobbered my writing before. So now that you’ve made … [READ MORE]
It’s been a long time and finally I get a chance to come up for air and post the next piece of World’s Eye View.
Man that’s thin. How do you keep people thinking about survival and not about home? Answer:Keep them too busy to have time. Eugeni did keep us hopping like fleas on a hotplate. He was putting in twice the hours we were. Yeah I think he was trying to figure out the bombs when he died. So how do we figure them out? “I want to put a change of operations to a vote”, Thompson … [READ MORE]
Here is the start of ‘Possession is 9/10’. It was a fun little story to write.
The day invaded my personal space with a gradual lightening of the comforting darkness. Next came the tortuous ringing of the bells on the alarm clock. That vicious little thing has it in for me. I tried to burrow deeper into the warm coverings and ignore the cutesy venomous ringing that threatened to drive a spike in my ears. Ten agonizing seconds later I finally started my day –- by bringing my clenched fist down on the offending noisemaker. Irritated strength … [READ MORE]