Shadows Fall

Short Snippet Sunday – Shadows Fall – 2

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My self control is great today! Managed to get this post up before passing out in bed. Go me!

In case y’all haven’t noticed, I added links to my Twitter, e-mail, and my Facebook author page. You should follow me, “like” me and can email me anything. If I like it enough, I may even post it on my blog. If I get some writing/book related questions, I will probably do a FAQ page as well as answer them in a blog post! I look forward to hearing more from you guys. Spread the word! *ahem*

Twitch, Crow and she took a sling each and the knife she shoved through her belt. It wasn’t easy to hunt with stones from slings, but no one had managed any success in making a bow yet. They made due. In no time at all, they had bagged three squirrels and a bird that Crow had caught on a lucky throw. Spotting the nest a little ways away, Sparrow quickly scaled the tree and liberated the three eggs there.

“You should be ashamed, Crow. Killing family like that,” Twitch gave him a friendly nudge with his bare foot.

It’s not much, but it’s a glimpse into what their “normal” routine would be before it all goes to hell. I actually spend a lot more time developing that in Shadows Fall than I do in The Forsaken. The first three scenes in Shadows Fall are normal, then in the last scene shit goes down. But in The Forsaken shit happens right away. You get half a scene of “normal”.

Do you prefer a quick start to the conflict, or more drawn out when reading?


Short Snippet Sunday – Shadows Fall – 1

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Hey all!

Two posts in a row, look at me go!

I’m also starting in on editing proper and it’s not that scary at all! It’s a little daunting though, with how much is changing and being removed, but a lot is also being added. Maybe it’ll resemble a proper book when it’s done!

Anyway, this weeks snippet is from Shadows Fall  which WAS going to be my JulNoWriMo novel, and as such would be almost done if it weren’t for me finding an editor and getting a deadline for editing, but what can you do?


Around the sun’s zenith, someone took up a song; it was a song all knew by heart, whether they had been taught it or not. Gerald sung as loud as anyone, his voice surprisingly strong.

The drums of war are sounding the beat

to which we march our aching feet.

The hounds of hell are nipping our heels

waiting to rip us if we should fall.

We march for our wives

We fight for our daughters

Awaiting the day that He shall arrive

A fire bird rising from ashes

Who knows what horrors we shall find

But we cannot back down, we will never survive

Awaiting the day that He shall arrive

Our savior shall rise from the shadows.

He will deliver us from this darkness

but this cannot happen without a price.

From death and war he shall be forged

For peace and love will he fight.

Don’t critique too hard the poem/song. It was written while under the duress of a WriMo, remember.