Before Onyxis I

“They compliment each other in so many ways. And yet each could cause the other’s destruction so easily. It’s a very thin line they must carefully walk every moment they’re together.”

“Must you always state the obvious like such an annoying ass Gosi?”

“Hesandra, just explain to me why you’re so willing to let them walk right into something they have no chance of coming out of alive.”

“There is nothing else. There is nobody else. This is the only way. Unless you have some brilliant fucking plan that I’m unaware of, shut up about why I’m ‘letting it happen’ and help me for once!”

Hesandra’s Burden

I walk into the library and there’s dust and cobwebs covering every surface. “What the hell have they been doing while I was gone?”

I stick my head out the door and yell, “Felice, get your ass in here!”

Felice comes in scowling–a look she seems to reserve for whenever I’m around. “What do you want Hesandra?”

“Clean this shit up, we have guests.”

She sneers, “Clean it yourself, I have training.”

She walks out of the room before I have a chance to say anything…or give her a good throat punch.

“Ballsy little bitch aren’t we?” I yell after her. Her laugh echoes back to me.

Arryn enters giggling, “You didn’t expect her to be meak forever after training with me did you?”

“I didn’t expect you to turn her into an insolent asshole, that’s for sure.”

She shrugs, “She’s more handy in a fight this way. Plus, I had to do something about her mousy ass attitude, or I woulda killed the little wench.”

“Yeah, well, now you can help me clean this mess up.”

She rolls her eyes at me. At me! What the fuck happened to these two over the past month?!

“You do know they can’t actually see anything in this room, right? Or us? So, why does it matter if it’s clean or not?”

“Just shut the fuck up and help me.”

…….

I swear on Lucifer I’m going to end up killing Arryn and Felice one of these days……….Ok, maybe not, but I like to think about it sometimes. Really helps to ease my tension. Anyway, I figured since neither of the so-called “authors” (Yeah right!) of this deserted blog were going to pay it any attention whatsoever for almost 6 months, I’d just jump in and do a little something of my own. If they don’t like it, I really don’t give a shit.

So, I’ve been off with Gosi, trying to keep his ass alive. Why he even bothers to do shit without me I’ll never understand…

…Speak of the devil–not literally, but he’s close.

“Good evening beautiful,” he kisses my cheek as his fingertip trails my jawline.

Instant goosebumps. Fucker.

“I’m busy Gosi.”

“So lovely…yet such a bitch. I only came to tell you that your little witch is doing remarkably well. I don’t know what Arryn put her through while we were gone, but whatever it was made her a little beast.”

“Is that a fact?”

He nods and plops on the chaise lounge in the center of the room.

“Felice, Arryn!”

Gosi snaps his finger and a drink appears in his hand as one appears in front of me. I roll my eyes at him, but smile. He’s the only one in this world that can make me do that still and I hate him for it.

The idiots saunter into the room. Yeah, there’s definitely something off around here.

“How’d it go while we were away?” I ask Arryn.

Felice pipes up, “Obviously it went well, or you would’ve been contacted.”

Gosi chuckles and sips his whiskey. “Quite the tongue she has these days.”

My temper is already at the breaking point and Arryn must sense it because she steps in front of Felice. “Everything was fine Hesa, honestly. She’s doing really well. We’ve been practicing almost 20 hours a day. At first it was draining her like crazy, but over the past couple of weeks she’s been handling it better.”

I sit back and take a sip of whiskey, letting the burn run through me before I speak. “Let me see.”

Felice grins and before I know it, my breath is coming out in frosty puffs and the entire room is covered in a thin layer of ice. Not frost, but ice. Even Arryn has a thin layer all over her body and her eyes shimmer as she grins with pride. Damn, now I’m going to have to admit Felice is doing well.

“Not bad, could be better.”

Felice laughs and pushes Arryn out of her way, “Really Hesa? Gimme a break. That’s unheard of for someone at my stage and you know it, so do me a favor and get the bug out of your ass for five minutes.”

Again, Arryn blocks her from me.

“Get the little bitch out of my sight or I swear I will end her.”

Arryn turns toward Felice, “C’mon before you get us both killed.”

Felice giggles but willingly leaves the room with Arryn just a few steps behind her.

Gosi grins at me and winks, “Told you she’s a little beast.”

“Sweet Lucifer, Gosi, she keeps going like this and I’m not sure what will be able to stop her.”

“You seem a little too excited about that.”

“Not at all. I think it’s better for Arryn if Felice is as strong as possible.”

For the first time, Gosi looks worried. And why not? Arryn’s like a daughter to him, and he has every right to worry. “You mean because of Onyxis?”

“Obviously. What the hell else would scare the shit out of me?”

He walks over to me and turns my chair toward him. Kneeling in front of me he takes my head in his hands. “We will find a way Hesa, I swear to you. She will not drown in darkness.”

I can only stare into his eyes and for the first time in my very long life hope that he’s right, because I don’t see any way to save her from this fate she’s bound to. Hard-ass bitch I may be–courtesy of the evil bastard in front of me–but Arryn is like my baby, my little sister, my closest friend. There’s only one person in this world that knows me better and right now I have to believe he’s right. I have to save her.

And I have no idea how…

Castles In My Fantasy

I’m a sucker for castles in Fantasy stories. I particularly enjoy looking at the many pics all over the internet. (Once again, Google is my bffer.) I’m trying to think of a time when I wrote a Fantasy story that didn’t have at least the mention of a castle and I can only recall one. Technically it was a mansion, not a castle.

What? It counts.

Why the obsession with castles in my Fantasy? I’d have to say it’s because of the sense of history and the unknown you get when you’re roaming the multiple halls and long-forgotten rooms. If only walls could talk right? Imagine some of the stories they could tell of deception, love, intrigue, you name it. Shame I can’t time travel…

Is it cliche to have castles in Fantasy stories? Yeah, probably, but I really don’t care. They add such a fun element to any story. You read about people’s hiding spots where they get away to be alone or where they spy on others. You get to read about the history of the people that lived there and the things they did. You get to witness the running of the kingdom(s) and the castle itself. There are those people out there that may find all of this boring, but I love all these little details. Sometimes, they even turn out to be bigger, more important to the story, than we thought they’d be.

Not all of the castles I write about are inhabited. While I like to think of the lives that have roamed the walls, I also enjoy when the building is abandoned. There’s so much you can do with a castle when it’s not swarming with people day and night. That’s a whole lot of space to play around with, and when nobody’s there to make sure the rules are followed, the possibilities are endless. It can be used as a haunted site–something I stay far away from–a site for secret gatherings, a massive power base–guilty!–or even as a revered landmark. I get chills thinking about all of the things I can do with an uninhabited castle.

Don’t even get me started on the location of castles in Fantasy stories. I know what you’re thinking, you can put anything anywhere you want so why is this such a big deal? It’s more to do with me being interested in how a writer lays out the land. What strategic value does the location provide? (Because at some point in time, there’s going to be a battle at or near the castle. That’s just the way things go.) How was the land obtained to begin with? What type of land surrounds the castle? Is it fields and forests or water? Again, there are so many possibilities, so much you can do with it. I know the same can be said of any structure, but castles are my cup of tea.

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Truth time. I soooo want to live in a castle. Is it weird that I wish I was born in the Middle Ages just so I could–hopefully–live or work in a castle? I’m sure it is, but I’m ok with that. Even if all I could do was see the outside of it, I’d probably spend hours every day just staring at it, imagining the people inside going about their everyday lives. This is where time travel would really come in handy. Then I could jump all over history and visit all kinds of castles all over the world. Oh the possibilities…

How Many Stories?

Forgive me, this may be a bit more rambling than what you want to endure. I’ve decided to just type whatever comes into my head for this post. My apologies if the thoughts I put down don’t quite flow together as well as they should.

I’m working on a few different stories at the moment. First, we have Jazelle, Bryce, and Ethan–Erotica. I don’t think I’ve said much about them here…which is odd considering how much I’ve written about them. Second, we have Arryn, Imir, Felice, and Elijah–Erotic Fantasy. They are my top obsession at the moment. Third, we have Hesandra and Gosi (and sometimes Imir)–Erotic Fantasy. This group I just play around with, jot down plot notes, dialogue, whatever comes to mind. Point is, I work on all three of them every week, without fail.

There’s only three?!

That’s odd for me. I would normally have something like five or six, maybe more, going all at the same time. Even so, it still feels crowded inside my head. There’s so much I want to do with all of them that they keep my mind occupied 24/7.

A lot of writers can’t have more than one story going at a time. That’s happened to me before once or twice, where I felt like I had to focus my attention on just one story. More than one can be too much of a distraction sometimes. We feel like working on Story A and B–or A, B, C, D, and E–would cause Story A to not be as good as it could/should be. Each writer has their own preference, it works for some and doesn’t work for others.

I fall under the other category; I’m one of those that likes to work on multiple stories at once. I know quite a few writers that feel the same way. We’re doing edits on this one, in the middle of writing those two, making notes on another idea, completely rewriting yet another one. The list goes on and on. Odd behavior, I know, but it happens.

So, where she would we draw the line? I mean, I’ve had a max of three story ideas spawn from writing Story A–never more than that.  At some point we have to stop creating new things so we can work on the existing stories right?

I’m curious if other writers experience this same thing, only worse. I imagine a spiderweb or a tree branch when I think about this. Ideas growing out of little bits of information here and there in Story A, branching off and becoming something completely new. Maybe it’s related to Story A in some way or maybe it’s not.

I firmly believe this is a good thing. How could I think otherwise? The biggest appeal for me is knowing that if I’m stuck on Story A, I can take my mind off it by working on something else. Sometimes I leave it for a few hours, sometimes for a few weeks. I’ve tried doing other things like reading, listening to music, etc., but they never quite work for me. The best remedy for me is to work on Story B or C or D…you get my point.