DEAR INTERNETI am alive and well and in Germany.
Yes, I started the Children of the Night sequel. I have a notebook and a word document full of random scenes that just need to be stitched together. I have so many ideas, most of them depressing and/or violent.
I have found my muse, and it is Guinness. Or something. I wrote this chapter with the help of three bottles and with absolutely no help from that bastard spell-check. We haven't been speaking. I had to write this whole thing in Word Pad because Microsoft Word and I aren't speaking either. UNRELATED.
I think everyone should live in Europe. That is all.
So, long story short, if work and Europe allow, I'll keep plugging away at this. I'm sort of busy defending Amurica and stuff. Also seeing castles. Also drinking. And seeing Avengers. Also seeing castles. But Amurica, yes.
SO. Long story short, fire bad, tree pretty, the sequel is happening, and Europe is great.
NEXT UP: Official plot synopsis, and Chapter 2!
CotN Ch. 1: En Medias ResVoices echoed dimly in the black void, tugging at the edges of her awareness, urging her to wake, to move. She resisted their pull, blinking at the hazy light.CotN Ch. 1: En Medias Res5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When she finally awoke completely, she knew nothing at all. Her mind was blank.
Everything in her head was fuzzy and strange. Thoughts, images, and sounds all flashed though her brain at light speed, but she couldn't grasp any of them and make them hold still long enough to look at. She tried to think of something, anything, even her name, but there was nothing there.
She looked around, her vision slowly starting to clear, and tried to bring some semblance of sense back into the world.
The alleyway she found herself in was dark and litter-strewn, and smelled like the overflowing dumpster beside her. Graffiti was sprayed onto the walls, refuse littered the ground, and water from a recent rainfall had gathered in dirty puddles in sunken places on the concrete.
She looked up, and saw towering skyscrapers and an iron gray sky choked
CotN Ch. 3: Phone CallBram Walker, or Abraham to people who didn't know him well enough to not risk pissing him off by using his full name, paced back and forth in the torn-up bathroom, holding his mobile phone above his head and praying to the Signal Gods that the little bars in the corner would start going up soon so that he could make arrangements.CotN Ch. 3: Phone Call5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Martin wasn't going to appreciate this one bit. He and Bram went back quite a ways, and yet Bram never knew when or if Martin would be willing to talk to him. He also suspected that this was his fault, even though he hadn't meant any of it. He wasn't a bad person, he just forgot things sometimes. Things like laws of ownership.
There were things in this world called accidents, things that Martin Gale and a few other notable people didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept of. A guy could accidentally crash his buddy's car, and if his buddy were a reasonable person, he'd let it slide, especially if the car was a worthless piece of crap. Well, that's how things
CotN Ch. 2: SafehouseShe spun around to face him, bracing herself with one hand on the dashboard to avoid flying through the windshield. The truck had no seatbelt on the passenger side. "How the hell do you know my name?" If that even was her name. Still Gwen was as good a name as any, and she needed one. It might as well be hers, for the time being, at least.CotN Ch. 2: Safehouse5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bram held up his hands in a gesture that was obviously meant to be reassuring, but all it really accomplished was to make his already horrible driving that much worse. With a grimace, he clutched the wheel and spun it as far to the right as it would go, sending them screeching around the corner.
"Could you not do that again?" Gwen panted when her breath had finally come back and her heart was no longer beating a mile a minute. "Just keep your hands on the wheel and tell me what's going on!"
"Sorry, sorry " Bram muttered. "Anyway, like I was saying, I know about you 'cause they want you. The vampires."
Gwen's mind went just a litt
CotN Ch. 9: Guardian AngelGwen woke up to the sound of someone in the kitchen rattling dishes. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, frowning at the disturbance. Martin was nowhere to be seen, and Bram was in the kitchen hunting for something reasonably clean to put his toast on.CotN Ch. 9: Guardian Angel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning," Gwen muttered with a yawn, pushing her tangled hair out of her face.
Bram scowled back at her, squinting at the pile of dishes through bloodshot eyes. "Shh," He groaned, pressing a hand to the side of his head. "Hangover. Please, no noise." He promptly broke his own rule, and added, "Thanks for leaving me passed out in the middle of the fucking hallway too, by the way."
Gwen flinched. "Sorry I got a little distracted " she said lamely, looking around the apartment. The remnants of the door were mostly upright in the doorway, propped up by a chair. "And then I fell asleep."
Bram gave up looking for a plate and sat down in the sagging chair across from her, toast in hand. "Yeah, I can see how you would've been. Martin fil
Cult of the BeastCult of the BeastCult of the Beast8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There were three quick, yet small, taps at his door.
He looked up from his paperwork and glanced at the figure behind the frosted glass, seeing if it was someone he knew. He didn't know the person, so he decided to stay behind his desk.
"Come in." he said
A short-ish man, with a faded blue shirt, denim jeans entered the room. His first impressions of the man were interesting. He seemed a little on edge and jittery, and yet he could tell that this was only because something was obviously wrong. He seemed to have an air of slight authority. Nothing intimidating, but it said 'here I am, don't ignore me and I won't ignore you'. He respected that.
He stood up from is chair and extended his hand. The man reached forward and shook it.
Nice firm grip too.
"Nice to meet you Mrů?"
"Nice to meet you Mr New. Please, sit down." He said, sitting down himself.
The man sat and almost immediately started to shuffle around.
"So, how can I he
CotN Ch. 4: Martin GaleOut on the street, Gwen stopped in front of the battered tan pickup truck that had been their ride to the Safehouse, but Bram shook his head and kept walking.CotN Ch. 4: Martin Gale5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How come we aren't driving?" Gwen asked, looking at the truck with longing. He couldn't be serious about walking, but maybe he had other transportation somewhere. "You said your friend's place was all the way on the East Side that's a long way to walk!"
"Yeah, well. It isn't my truck." He tossed the keys up onto the vehicle's dented hood, giving the smashed front bumper a kick for good measure. It fell off into the street with a clatter, and he backed away quickly, continuing down the sidewalk as though nothing had happened.
" Aren't you gonna return it to whoever you borrowed it from?" Gwen asked slowly. Yes, she was sure of it now. She'd been rescued from two crazy people by yet another crazy person, who was now telling her even more crazy things.
Bram thought about this for a moment. "I didn't borrow it," he said fi