Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 28 September 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

In the cult of the Goddess of the Ancient Sea, and the shadow cult of Martis-Mortis, one meditated on the divine twins, Midnight and Noonday, shadow and sun. Shadow vanished at Noonday, without having gone away, and Midnight was all shadow.

Martisset opened the Gate of Hours between her palms, and its colors lit the mirrored walls, reflected faintly in the night-darkened glass, as she took measured breaths, matching the Ship’s Chronometer on the wall, feeling the beats of her heart. Sixty beats a Minute, that was normal and healthy.

There were black lines between the bands of color marking the five-Minute and five-Hour intervals, hair-fine, to adjust for individual differences in color perception. Martisset’s own vision reached into the near ultraviolet, her father had told her. 

Not so far that she could see the colors of the stars as Ships saw them, or Captains who shared vision with the Ships. Those more-than-human eyes saw the spectrum unfolding in its full glory, from the frequencies of earthquakes up to those of high-energy sources in the utmost heavens.

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6 Responses to Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 28 September 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

  1. Christina Ochs says:

    I probably say this every week, but your descriptions are just so gorgeous. There’s something else, too- maybe the cadence of your writing. it flows very nicely- everything just unfolds as you read.

  2. This is beautiful writing, EP. Poetic. The rich descriptions paint a stunning image. Nicely done!

  3. daezarkian says:

    I enjoy your prose so much. You have such a command of detail, verse and cadence. Beautiful, beautiful craftmanship to your work.

  4. I’m sure you get tired of me saying how beautiful your writing is, week after week, but I am always left in awe of the sheer poetry of your excerpts. Another gorgeous example today!

  5. Reminds me of The Place Where You Go To Listen at the UAF Museum.

  6. epbeaumont says:

    Thank you all for the comments! This novel is going so much more slowly than any of its siblings; I’ve finally resigned myself to writing a very nineteenth-century coming-of-age novel, only in a future-world setting. “Tolstoy in Space” my buddy Devin Harnois called Inside the Jump, but this one really earns the title.

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