Tag: Writing
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NaNoWriMo – 2022
Well, Sethraun, we’ve come a long way together this month. A whole 50000 words together. That’s right. Today, I finished the first draft of ‘There’s an Orc in my Court’ at just over 50k words for NaNoWriMo. I am a 2022 winner! What does this mean? Well, I am now going to sit on this…
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An Update, of sorts.
Seeing as we’re nearing the middle of the month and I’ve not updated with anything substantial in over a week, I thought I’d better break my silence. Reading this month has really suffered due to the thing that is NaNoWriMo, for those not in the know, that’s National Novel Writing Month. Where writers the world…
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WWW+W Wednesday – 12th Oct
What are you reading? Courting Dragons – Jeri Westerson Acquired a digital copy of this book via NetGalley. So far it’s proving to be a bit of success. The story involves King Henry 8th’s Fool investigating the rumours of his King’s Court and the attempts to dethrone the Queen; all the while facing personal blackmail…
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[Parrvolis] Dream Catcher – Everard
The relief on his weary expression was palpable. Never before in his long years had the Templar felt so relieved to cast his eyes on the hard wooden door of his chambers. The long years of service to The Light had earned Everard the reward of his own room to rest in and right now…
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[Parrvolis] Love – Demios
Love. He’d never been in it. Never wanted to suffer it. It clouded perspective and made a nuisance of itself. He’d not climbed to the heralded leader of the Soundless Sea’s inner sanctum by falling in love. And yet, when he watched Nyathena and her submissive, he couldn’t help but feel an angry stab of…
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[Parrvolis] Eye Contact – Feracil
“You were too late,” came the symbiotic voice, echoing inside his mind; unheard by any else. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” The Werewolf Hunter, Feracil, stated as he picked his way carefully through the dense, forest clearing. He’d been tasked with hunting a particularly vicious pack of wolves. The sort that wasn’t afraid to prey on…
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[Parrvolis] Dancing – Thrazo & Elijah
Rain hammered down from the heavens. Unbeknown to those gathered within the warm, welcoming tavern. The wet weather had townsfolk and visitors alike huddled together, enjoying the roaring hearth and frothy mugs of ale. Infamous Witch Hunter, Elijah Lynton pushed the door open and took the hat from his head and shook the raindrops from…