The Book – Page 5 – The D/A Dialogues

Birthdays, Beads, Boys and … Books?

D: What is that? A: What? D: *That!* A: Oh, that was my badge for the Bead Show. D: And that-that sparkly thing? A: That’s the badge holder and lanyard. Gotta have bling on the show floor, D. Gotta represent. D: You are ridiculous. Do you even know what you’re saying? A: No, not really.Continue reading “Birthdays, Beads, Boys and … Books?”

An Exercise in Prose: Lives Entwine

Warning: Prose ahead! The Daily Post’s challenge-of-the-week was to write a post in prose. Now, I know quite a few excellent poets, and I know I am not of their number. However, as my brain steadfastly refuses to leave D’s world, I thought a bit of prose introducing the players in Book 2 might be inContinue reading “An Exercise in Prose: Lives Entwine”

Hunted

I heard this wild cry of terror, as though hounds howled against the night. The plain, Mag Mell, was empty – stripped of all lore, all magic and life – and Niamh Golden Hair’s curses rang in my ears. I would rue the day I had turned from her cause, she had said. As theContinue reading “Hunted”

Beta Readers, get ready: Changelings is in your hands!

D: Also known as “In Which A Falls Asleep Mid Spell-Check” A: I did not. D: You did so. I saw it. A: I had something in my eye. I had to close them. D: Uh huh. A: Okay, maybe I did nod off, but then this song came on and I perked right upContinue reading “Beta Readers, get ready: Changelings is in your hands!”

Tomorrow

We’re at the Community Storyboard today with a (late-ish) submission for the Tomorrow prompt! Enjoy! And PS: Ignore that earlier post we did – that was a mistake that’s not supposed to go out for another two hours – Sorry!

Six Geese A-Laying

On the sixth day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me Six books a-writing, Five Syllables! Four pumpkin cakes Three cough drops Two cuddly cats And a family that’s dear to me. *** D: Really, A? A: What? I am writing six books in the Changelings compendium . . . or four. Depends onContinue reading “Six Geese A-Laying”

The Man Behind the Curtain

D: Who is behind the curtain? A: You. D: But – are you accusing me of being a hack who subs sawdust for brains? A: You’re rather attached to that reference, aren’t you? D: It comes in so well with you. A: Cheers, D. And while that was part of the allusion, I was moreContinue reading “The Man Behind the Curtain”

Broken

I am a collector of broken things. Usually I’m the one who did the breaking – butterfingers is a kind term for what happens when breakable objects come within reach of my hands. And broken things linger; I have a spot for them – a home – to wait until I get around to applyingContinue reading “Broken”

Song of the Lonely Maiden

D: Really A? A: Best. Song. Ever. (not sure what assasin’s creed has to do with this, but it was the best version… go with it!) D: You know just how to turn my anguish into a joke. I’m not ready for this A. A: What’s the matter, D? It’s just a poem. And notContinue reading “Song of the Lonely Maiden”

Lamenting Warrior seeks lyrically-minded storyteller, details within

D: A . . . A, I don’t quite know what to say. A: Oh boy, here we go – D: It’s just that you complained so bitterly. And really you just don’t have a poetic soul. How I ever landed in your mind is a mystery. I mean, sure you’re Irish, but you’re notContinue reading “Lamenting Warrior seeks lyrically-minded storyteller, details within”