Another Friday, another behind-the-scenes look at a chapter of Changelings: Into the Mist, this time, Chapter 6. If you’re new, you can start with Chapter One, and if you haven’t yet, be sure to pick up your copy of Changelings so you can follow along! Six The sounds and smells of Carrickahowley Castle met them a good half-mile before theyContinue reading “First Fridays: Chapter Six”
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On with the show
A: No, D. Don’t do it. D: What? A: Don’t make me choose between you. D: A? A: I mean it, D. This is work. D: But I— A: No, I mean, they pay me. I have to. D: But– A: It’s the Show, D. I have to go; I’m scheduled. D: A, you canContinue reading “On with the show”
The history lesson
. . . Although she had been a captive, she had been safe – protected from a superstitious crew by a near-crazed nobleman. Grania and Sean had risked everything in the attempt to rescue her, and the reward was Bingham’s increased campaign to destroy native Irish power in the west. Word had already arrived ofContinue reading “The history lesson”
A picture is worth. . .
D: Who is that in the bubble? A: Not telling. D: It’s supposed to be me, isn’t it? A: Maybe. D: I’m not sure how I feel about this. Hey, wait, why do you look so. . . I don’t know. . . A: Unhinged, crazed, ready to tear out my hair? D: No, thatContinue reading “A picture is worth. . .”
Bring out your dead
“. . . Good evening to you,” Maureen began, her voice ringing out in the stone church, cool and authoritative. Grania had taught her well. “I trust you are well. Was that you in the graveyard?” It took a few seconds for the newcomer – his dim outline all that they could see of himContinue reading “Bring out your dead”
It’s all in your head
“. . .You’re sure it’s tonight?” “Aye. I’ve counted the nights, Maureen. It’s tonight.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re in port, then.” Maureen looked at Sean and mustered a grin. She didn’t feel really glad. In fact, she had argued with the Dubh in the letter on countless occasions, citing this reasonContinue reading “It’s all in your head”
The bunnies made me do it
A: I think I should go outside and write. D: No. Bad idea. I think you should stay inside. A: But it’s spring, D. The flowers are blooming, despite the fact that it was snowing just the other day, and the birds are chirping, and the bunnies . . . D: Which is precisely whyContinue reading “The bunnies made me do it”
The importance of blending in
“. . . My lady,” Dubhal intoned. Sean could hear the respect for their captain in his voice. “Master Dubhal,” Grania returned. She turned her attention to Sean. “I’m sorry, Sean, Maureen was not on either ship. Both had been abandoned by the time we reached them, anyway – all vital crew had been evacuatedContinue reading “The importance of blending in”
Lost in translation
A: I’ve thought of another one! Flibbertigibbet! D: Pardon? A: Words, D – inspiring words. D: Oh, I thought you were describing yourself again. . . A: Nice– D: Speaking of words, what does “Éadaí Baintrí” mean? A: You don’t know? D: I’ve been in your head for over 13 years; I’m rusty. Humor me.Continue reading “Lost in translation”
Is that all you care about?
“. . . I don’t know what you will face on that ship, but you must be prepared to either fight your way out of there or sacrifice your lives.” Grania said this directly to Sean and he looked down at his feet. He knew she was right. . . In the end, if MaureenContinue reading “Is that all you care about?”
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