Still going...
November 25th 2008 08:08
So I'm at 265K and still going. I did finish Jihad and ended up starting a sequel, Fallen, because it didn't end like it was supposed to and there were a lot of loose threads as a result. I get the feeling this is going to turn into three or four books. A bit of a commitment but hey...
This is an excerpt from Jihad:
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I had watched the world through several centuries, nurturing and building the city of my people
and the civilization of Fidolius. Now it was almost time... almost time to strike at our enemies, at those
who had destroyed and betrayed us all those centuries ago. I was ready, and so was Fidolius. The King
was very carefully trained for this moment, and he would do his duty well...
The man stood before me. He was tall with broad shoulders and a short black beard, his hair
black and tidy. He looked like a man you would not want to fight; but he was much weaker than he
appeared to be. I smiled at him and he knelt. Oh yes, it was a magnificent relationship between the two
of us. He in his dark obedience and me in my dark rule. Me the owner, him the slave. As it was meant
to be. I had spent generations keeping his family like this, chained to me and bound of their own free
will.
But today he would show the signs of disobedience-and I would have to correct him, make him
obedient again. I sat on my throne made of ebony in the hall that was almost like that of an old temple,
the arched ceiling that went on for an eternity. Beside me, on a pedestal, sat a two-foot tall, fairly thick
crystal. It was covered by a cloth at the moment, however; it was not meant for his eyes.
“We go to war,” I said, “we must fight them, and we must fight them now. They are rising to fight us
and so we must launch our invasion. This has been planned for centuries. And now it is time to act.”
“Why can we not just make peace? This fight is ridiculous. A grudge for centuries, why do we still
hold it, keeping it so carefully in tact?”
“They are rising to fight us, do you understand? Their Gods will stop at nothing in order to destroy us;
it is that simple. They cannot be left there.”
“But I do not want another war.”
I sighed and pulled the cloth from over the crystal. It was black, pure black and shaped like any
other crystal. He looked at it, wide-eyed with shock that I had actually revealed it. And then an eye
made of red fire appeared, staring at him for a long moment. A fiery claw reached out of the crystal and
pulled a silver thread of ether into the crystal, and suddenly the King was nodding eagerly.
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Again I would like to ask for donations to be made here, sponsoring my writing, essentially:
Really Long Link
This page will automatically be closed in January so I'm asking for donations as much as possible now. Please support Nanowrimo, it's a wonderful community and a great writing challenge.
Thankies,
~Dianna
This is an excerpt from Jihad:
----------------------------- -------
I had watched the world through several centuries, nurturing and building the city of my people
and the civilization of Fidolius. Now it was almost time... almost time to strike at our enemies, at those
who had destroyed and betrayed us all those centuries ago. I was ready, and so was Fidolius. The King
was very carefully trained for this moment, and he would do his duty well...
The man stood before me. He was tall with broad shoulders and a short black beard, his hair
black and tidy. He looked like a man you would not want to fight; but he was much weaker than he
appeared to be. I smiled at him and he knelt. Oh yes, it was a magnificent relationship between the two
of us. He in his dark obedience and me in my dark rule. Me the owner, him the slave. As it was meant
to be. I had spent generations keeping his family like this, chained to me and bound of their own free
will.
But today he would show the signs of disobedience-and I would have to correct him, make him
obedient again. I sat on my throne made of ebony in the hall that was almost like that of an old temple,
the arched ceiling that went on for an eternity. Beside me, on a pedestal, sat a two-foot tall, fairly thick
crystal. It was covered by a cloth at the moment, however; it was not meant for his eyes.
“We go to war,” I said, “we must fight them, and we must fight them now. They are rising to fight us
and so we must launch our invasion. This has been planned for centuries. And now it is time to act.”
“Why can we not just make peace? This fight is ridiculous. A grudge for centuries, why do we still
hold it, keeping it so carefully in tact?”
“They are rising to fight us, do you understand? Their Gods will stop at nothing in order to destroy us;
it is that simple. They cannot be left there.”
“But I do not want another war.”
I sighed and pulled the cloth from over the crystal. It was black, pure black and shaped like any
other crystal. He looked at it, wide-eyed with shock that I had actually revealed it. And then an eye
made of red fire appeared, staring at him for a long moment. A fiery claw reached out of the crystal and
pulled a silver thread of ether into the crystal, and suddenly the King was nodding eagerly.
----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------
Again I would like to ask for donations to be made here, sponsoring my writing, essentially:
Really Long Link
This page will automatically be closed in January so I'm asking for donations as much as possible now. Please support Nanowrimo, it's a wonderful community and a great writing challenge.
Thankies,
~Dianna
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