Thursday, April 27, 2017

W is for William

Really, I don’t see why I should have to summoned away from my Keep to this Cauldron! I’m a busy man! Yes, I’m Lord William Caerac, hence ‘W for William’. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to share some of the troubles I’m having at Caerac Keep. In fact, this is why the story I’m in is called ‘Trouble at Caerac Keep’. It’s a Work In Progress, which means my troubles are far from over. Go on. See what I have to deal with in the snippet below. It’s from Rhodry’s perspective, not mine. Not that the child can truly appreciate what I go through every night in this walled city, but go ahead and see. 

 The earl twitched a corner of his mouth. Things weren’t as simple as they’d once been. Monsters used to be monsters. A noble could hire a party of adventurers to hunt them down and kill them. Alas, adventurers tended to hunt and kill anything in their path to acquire weapons, treasure, etc. Not to mention they smashed up the local tavern every time they visited. 

“Instead, you’re sending some tender young things to lure out the hungry undead.” Ansel arched his own eyebrow at the earl. His was thin, golden, and lacked the winged flourish of Lord William’s. “I’m not fool enough not to recognize this strategy.”


“I’m counting on you not being one,” Lord William retorted. He began to pace up and down his study’s floor. “Not everyone believes in the undead, my dears.”

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

V is for Varwyth

A lovely evening to you all. Varywyth here, just enjoying another beautiful night. No, I fear they’re not always beautiful. Especially if you don’t have the right person to share them with. I can get quite lonely, which is why I joined up with some bright young things to try and figure out who’s making people disappear at Caerac Keep. Certain residents are saying this is the work of the Vampire Corwyth. 

How very, very interesting. Which is why I’ve joined my delectable Rhodry and his new companions in investigating these disappearances. Someone is invoking the name of the undead. The undead are a special interest of mine. 

“Rhodry.”

The name sent a cold shiver, gliding straight down my spine. Faith stiffened and made a fist. Both of us turned to face the speaker. 


Varwyth sat with his face covered by a dark hood. It didn’t hide his pale, beardless chin or his close lipped smile. “It’s been entirely too long.”

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

U is for Undine

Too much of my tale was revealed last year in ‘Blogging From AZ’. My story has not changed, although I can only reveal so much to Faith in ‘Trouble at Caerac Keep’. I’m reaching out to her, hoping she’ll realize I’m trapped, but I can only touch her dreams.

Picture the water running in rivulets down the walls of a cave, slowly eroding the rock. If only I was in such a cavern. The truth is too horrible to accept, so help me reinforce this image, weeping inside my prison…

Faith opened her eyes with difficulty. Her eyelashes were sticky with tears.

“I get those dreams, too.” Ariadne regarded her, resting her head against her palm. “My sister is trapped somewhere, crying for me.” She lowered her eyes to stare at the expanse of the pallet between them. “I awaken before I glean the faintest clue as to where she is.”

“This wasn’t Charity,” Faith shivered in the darkness. “At least I hope it wasn’t.”

“Who was it?” Ariadne lifted her head to fix her dark, gleaming eyes on the other woman. “Another prisoner of whatever is taking people?”


“Worse.” Faith thought of the water trickling down the rock, trying to escape. “A slave.”

Monday, April 24, 2017

T is for Thomas

What are you staring at, you freak? You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t one. Well, guess what? I’m not one of you. I never will be. I’m just going to stay where I am. I don’t care what my stupid writer tries to make me do. I’m Thomas and I’m human. I’m staying right here, not going anywhere. Like I’ve got anywhere to go. Do you think I’d be in ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ if I had someplace better to be? Look at where I am!

“No rest for wicked children!” the teacher chittered. “Not after all the naughty things you did when you were alive!”

How Thomas longed to pick up a rock and throw it at the stupid instructor! He would have done it, if he could. How many squirrels’ head had he smashed in with a rock?

Danyell swallowed his own sickness at the pitiless vision of small, smashed bodies, their innards leaking out like jam. If he’d been awake, he would have thrown up. 


If he’d been awake, he wouldn’t be in Thomas’s dream. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

S is for Seraphix

Why, hello there. Do you have a wish you’d like granted? Perhaps you’ll find a coin resting in your hand. It’s me, manifesting as your desire. Shall I give you an example of this? Here’s a little example from ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’

“You don’t have to accept this.” Seraphix’s whisper caressed Thomas’s decayed ear, seeping into what was left of him. “You don’t have to accept any of this.”

Ah, but Seraphix sounded like Oleander, the Oleander who should have been! Sweet and gentle, laced with a delicate poison, even as he killed you. Had Oleander ever been real?


“You can make him real.” Seraphix’s words slid into his hand, like a small, metal coin. “You can become everything you wish to be.”

Friday, April 21, 2017

R is for Rhane

Oh, are you really here? I sometimes can’t tell what’s real and what’s imaginary. No, I’m just kidding! Of course I can! I’m just usually thinking about Amberwyne and the game. It’s always there at the back of my mind. When I don’t want to deal with Beatrix, Mona, or I need to escape from this world, it’s there. Only I think my character is getting all too real. She’s starting to wonder why I let Beatrix treat me the way I do, why I don’t stand up for myself. I always play Amber standing up for herself. She doesn’t understand why I don’t do the same. This is the premise of my author’s Work In Progress, ‘The Players Are the Thing’. A group of characters in a roleplaying game become entirely too real. Only they want to try to play their players, help them work out some of the messes in their lives. After all, their players have always done their best by them, investing their heart and soul in them. Where did that crazy idea come from? Our characters are just characters, no matter how much we might love them. Still, Amber might have a point about my life. I really don’t like dwelling on it too much and I’m the one living it. Here’s a little bit about me. 

“I don’t have all day!” Rhane tried not to flinch at the whip crack in Beatrix’s voice. “I have work tonight, so I have to finish up this scenario.”

“I’ll be there in a moment,” Rhane said, surprised at her own assertiveness. No, not her own. Amberwyne’s. 

Only you created me. My strength exists in you. You just need to find it and claim it. 


“I can’t,” Rhane murmured, unaware that she was speaking out loud. “You’re what I wish I could be, not what I am.”

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Q is for Quartz

Quartz here. Yes, I’m back for all of my author’s attempts to lock me up in a crystal coffin and forget me. Let’s this be a lesson to all you characters. If your author ignores you, if she pushes you aside for other projects, deadlines, blah, blah, don’t stop pounding on her imagination! Keep at her, until she spends time with you! I never let up on my fool of a writer and look here! She gave in, for all that she was ‘busy’! She started writing me a story!

Here’s a little teaser from my triumph, my personal WIP, ‘The Cottage and the Cuckoo’. Eh? What kind of a fool title is that?!

“Now!” I snapped. “Tell me what you want, plain and simple! I’ve already guessed what you are, a singing sprite, some sort of kin to the gremlins!”

“Oh, very clever dwarf!” The little man cackled, but his beady eyes narrowed with anger. “Here I was, willing to offer you a home, but you’ve taken my book!”

“You took my brothers’ will!” I growled. “You were forcing them to march and sing!”

“A little song does all living creatures good.” He stared at the book in my hands. “Return my People of Interest to me at once, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Oh, no,” I said. I held the book tight against your chest. “You see, I know how it works with your kind. The only way to make a bargain with you is to have something you want.”

“You know nothing of what I want!” the creature hissed. “However, yes, I will be willing to bargain with you.” He tapped a finger against his lips. “What do you want, dwarf?”