Lots of potential here: the parallels between narcotic use and necromancy are interesting, the language is often Chandler-esque in a good way, and it delves into some interesting psychological territory.
Since that spill, I’ve borne a grudge against the sinister presence that created “right” ways. That enforced its rules whimsically, letting me do it my way much of the time. Tricking me other times. Sometimes even punishing me with a broken glass or painful scrape.
Daemons were not part of Philip Pullman’s original idea for the Golden Compass. And understanding this may have saved the novel I’m working on.
My brain is hurt by all the stuff I’ll probably miss.
Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures
“In writing, you must kill all your darlings.” —William Faulkner Yes, this post will be about wholesale slaughter. Of words, characters, and ideas. Of little darlings—all those great lines, tightly written paragraphs, wonderfully surprising sub-plots, or dashing characters that please the writer, but will bore, or worse, confuse the reader. I’ve never enjoyed […]
Yes, this is Iliana of House Hawk, the highest earning, boldest, most respected Journeyman in the Night Guild.
I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.
Andy Peloquin has introduced me to yet another genre I didn’t know existed and took me a great ride doing so.
Things that keep me from doing all the things I want to do. Many of them, I want to bring to you. But instead, they get sacrificed to the time hungry beasts of these bad mental habits.