Tag Archives: Fantasy

Weekend Writing Warriors, 17 February 2012 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Something I miss: well, I could say that I miss my father, only because his going his disappearance spelled out for me so plainly what sort of world I lived in.  My mother missed him, and I was terrified. I … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors, 10 February 2012 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

It is right that the gods be worshipped outside of any sort of enclosure. Temples and churches are idolatrous architecture: we are best with the original cathedral of the forest, with its irregular aisles and its roof crowned with the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 3 February 2013 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Elsa Felix… I turn the name over and over in my name. Elsa the Lucky, if I read that name aright. Well there’s luck and there’s luck. If her blood opens the door to the world as it should be… … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 27 January 2013 (Necromancer and Barbarian character interview)

I don’t have those moments when I’m about the work but in odd times between, when something rears up from the depths to remind me of my secret life: a pulse of fear, and then I remind myself that it’s … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 13 January 2013 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

I reminded Trevor how he had kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders back to something like calm, that first night that I arrived. He said, yes, he’d thought of doing that for a living, and Emma had suggested … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 6 January 2013 (The Lost Pissarro)

New York in the summer time. New York under a blazing sun that seemed to have transported itself from the New Mexico desert. New York broiled in a heat wave that reminded her of a glassmaker’s kiln. Waves of heat … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 December 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: A Love Story)

There was silence from Little Bird, though she still felt his listening presence. There was too much to explain there: how many wars, alone, stood between his time and hers? The Roman legions were as yet the echo-shock of rumor, … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: the long look back (five-year retrospective)

On one of the National Novel Writing Month boards (can’t find it now) there’s a thread about what you learned from NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, but more in terms of what I’ve learned each … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 7 October 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

No one was quite so enthusiastic about that sort of sin as the sinners themselves, grown weary; in one breath they’d be talking about how drunk they got in college and what pranks they’d gotten up to (generally involving property … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

At the drop-in center, Erika beamed at Max across the table, as he applied himself without complaint to the practice trigonometry exam that they had drawn up together during study hall.  He couldn’t draw the triangles without thinking about the … Continue reading

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