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Word Counts and Part Reflection

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Almost done part one… I know I said that last time but my Gods it is taking longer than I planned. Still, I am proud to announce that I’m at 19k… which is 9k more than my last update.

I also got an amazing image drawn of the new Six – Gornard Stoneborn (AKA: Red) – who you will get to meet in the new book. He’s interesting and I can’t wait to explore his character further once I get to the part he enters. That… will likely be in a few more weeks. Here is the image of him:
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He was drawn by the very talents Masha (here information found HERE). Masha has been my go to artist for all my other Six concepts (Liora and Emery). I have nothing but praise for her talents and can’t wait to have her draw my other three members once I get working on their books.

Oh! I also reached 130 followers on Instagram. Fun… since I have only started regularly posting on that. It has taken me a while to get an grasp on what I should be sharing and I still have little ways to go before I’m at my personal goal. I also need to find ways to boost my book exposure on Amazon, so if any of you have suggestions leave them in the comments below.

I think that’s about it for now…

Weekly update out!

Until next time – toodles!

Expanding the world of Gaitan one story at a time

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So, I’ve realized that I write a lot that doesn’t make it into the books I publish. These could be scenes that I’ve cut out, or scenes I’ve created that just never make it to the final draft. I have even written small stories about the adventures of characters that will never be granted the pleasure of being part of the Prophecy Six Series asides from being briefly mentioned in one of Liora’s books of choice in some random chapter.

That changed today.

As I was working on book three – SoLK – I came up with an idea for a short story that followed Liora and her interactions with the Southern King’s dragon. For those that know, Liora is an animal person. She fell for the feathery bird-lions of the north and grew up with the scale wing snakes of the south. No creature can escape Liora’s desire to show them love, no matter how hard they may try. That is why I had to write this short story… which had now led me to a rabbit hole that I cannot escape from.

I know I should be working on SoLK, and I’m almost done Part One, (super psyched about that), but these short stories are opening my mind to the world I created in a whole new way. I’m learning the history of the world and how certain cultures were shaped. I’m taking key figures mentioned in the books, (Evrin, Berk, Kanrow, and of course Har), and turning them into stand alone adventures away from the P6 Series. I’m exploring personalities and places that I never would have imagined, all because of the idea of writing short stories.

I don’t know where this is going to go, but I’m having too much fun to stop.

Anyways, back down the rabbit hole I go! XD

Until next time – toodles! ^.^

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Dialogue Prompt: Sacrifice Happiness

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He leaned against the windowsill, looking out towards the city below. The cool breeze chilled his arms while he gripped the stone railing, contemplating what he had done earlier that morning. He had expected her to come by or at least say something to him about what he had done, but there he was alone like he had been every day since the Northern Prince’s arrival.

There came a knock on the door as his heart fluttered in hopes of seeing the woman appear. As it opened, and his God-brother walked in, all his excitement faded away back to the solemn numbness he had been feeling. The large man lumbered over, kicking the pile of clothes that littered the middle of the bedroom floor before settling on the edge of Revris’s bed. He said nothing, all the large man did was sit in silence and stare.

“What?” Revris growled, watching his God-brother roll his eyes and sigh. What did he do to deserve that reaction.

“If yah think yar actions this mornin’ impressed ‘er, yah’re more of an idiot than I thought.” Gornard grumbled, picking something out of his teeth before leaning back on the bed. “I just came from ‘er room. She ain’t happy wit’ yah.”

“Well… this is my fault. She’ll be happy once I go through with it. Her happiness is all that’s important to me right now.” Revris spat, turning his back to his God-brother.

“Yah’re willin’ to sacrifice yar happiness for her happiness?” Gornard stood, making his way to stand beside the man near the railing. He watched Revris’s shoulder sink, before hearing him chuckle.

“When you say it like that, it does sound silly…” He sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Have yah thought that yar happiness is what makes her happy?” Gornard noticed the man look up with knotted brows. It appeared that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Revris was searching Gornard’s face, as if to try and find the seriousness in the answer.

“Well… hell… I didn’t think of that…”

Dialogue Prompt: Turn Tail

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She halted in her steps just before the door, her body still like a wooden board. She turned to set her glare upon him like a challenged dog. Those eyes had been the first thing he had seen in the darkness the night before. The unnatural ice blue glow that no longer struct fear into him when he saw them glistening behind her long black hair.

“Why do you want to help? Most humans turn tail and run at this point.” She hissed, taking slow steps back to where he stood. Her hands tucked away in her baggy sweatshirt pockets, as the heel of her left combat boot dragged over the Persian rug.

“I…” he swallowed, unsure of the right answer to her question, “I… I don’t know why… I… I just feel like I need to…”

Dialogue Prompt: Three Years

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“I’ve waited three years to see her… what’s a few more hours.” Revris slid down the wall, pressing his back into the cool stone. He tightened the grip on his hands, wringing them in hopes to still his impatience.

Yes, he could wait for a few more hours but the fact was he didn’t want to. He had escaped the clutches of that mad man and found his way to his friend’s city in hopes of seeing her upon his arrival. Now, all the excitement he had gotten under control and nerves that were eroding his stoic expression were fading away with the passing minutes. He wanted to see her but time wasn’t on his side.

Dialogue Prompt: Liar & Thief

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He charged into the room, fist balled at his side, teeth grinding so hard that they could shatter. How could Argo have done that to him? How could he have told the King everything after requesting for the Shadow not to speak a word?

“How dare you!?” Revris grabbed the man by the collar of his cape, pushing him against the stone wall of the tiny office. “She told me I could trust you!”

With a quick flick of the lack to the neck of his cape, Argo slipped free of the large man’s grasp. He scurried under Revris’s arm and across the room, lifting his hands in a form of surrender in hope to lower the tension of the situation.

“Then you’re the fool for trusting a known liar and a thief,” Argo stated, hearing the angered Commander growl before charging again. With another quick dodge of a swinging fist, and a scattered scurry pinning his back to the closed door it was clear his original plan didn’t work. “He was concerned… he’s your father. I told no one else of what we spoke of – I swear!”

 

Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People

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He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on┬ápeople,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?

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