Taking Down the Stars
Bringing back an old favorite!
Characters on Couches
If you’re new around the blog, I’ll tell you what it’s all about. It was, I believe, originally a blog-hop type thing, where a group of writer/bloggers got together and “interviewed” their character(s) in a breaking-the-fourth-wall type of event. Well, I decided that I learned far too much about the characters/books to just stop at once. A couple of the CoC’s have been removed, as they contained major spoilers. (Though I’m not so sure they do anymore with the way that set of books continued to evolve in my mind.)
Anyway! Since work on Taking Down the Stars has pretty much stalled for a bit, I decided I’d yank in Violax and see what happens!
I’m just along for the ride!
I’ve done away with the desk this time. It’s too restrictive. The pen clicks against my teeth as as I sit in my chair (some would say throne) and wait for Violax to show up. If she decides to. I can’t predict what she will do or how she will act, and that bothers me. I need to know more about this Other. I snort, shifting in my chair, if I don’t know about my characters, who does?
But then again, that’s why I invited her here. She knows. Of course she knows, it’s her I have the questions about right now. Crack. Dammit. There goes another pen. I’m spitting out the pieces of plastic as the door opens and the woman enters.
Not the best first impression, but at least she didn’t sneak up on me as I was talking to myself.
She’s small. Barely five feet. I’m insanely happy that I’m taller than someone in one of my books. Someone who isn’t a child or an inherently short race. Her skin is a bright, bubble-gum pink and her hair is only a few shades lighter and looks like cotton candy.
One of my eyebrows rises as I note what she’s wearing. It’s a dress. Like an honest-to-God, sundress. And white, knee-high boots. Interesting.
She lounges in the other chair, legs crossed and leaning back in a most unladlylike fashion. She watches me through eyes the color of the morning sky. Her gaze is unwavering, waiting for me to speak first.
I pull another pen from my pocket and ready it above my clipboard and paper. “Why do you look like that?”
Her nose wrinkles and her brow furrows. Not the question she expected. “You know very well we can appear how we choose.”
I nod. “Yes, but why? I would think someone of your… temperament would choose a fiercer guise.”
As I watch, her frame lengthens and broadens. Her skin darkens until it is nearly a blood-red in color. Black wings sprout from her back and a barbed tail flashes through the air behind her. When she speaks, it is vastly different from the light, airy tones of before.
“You mean like this?” Even as the form is fully realized, with black horns and everything, she begins to shrink again, taking on her light, small form. “I am not a Zynth, Creator. I am Ajaix. I appear as I do because it causes everyone to underestimate me. I learned long ago if your true power is known, it will cause you all kinds of trouble.”
It is my turn for a furrowed brow. “Long ago? During the Breaking?”
Her head tilts slightly. “Is that what you’re calling it? Very well, before the Breaking, I had a great deal of power and influence amongst the Others. Even among the Lazit, there were those who respected me and what I stood for.” She hesitates here, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “After the Breaking… When the world Splintered and the Hound was caged I was… discredited.”
My eyebrows raise and I set my pen aside. “How do you mean?”
“[Answer redacted due to spoilers the author is not willing to reveal].”
I whistle softly. “Damn. Didn’t see that one coming.”
She shakes her head with a sad smile. “No one did. Not even I. But what is done is done and I have a chance to atone for past mistakes. Perhaps we can bring the world back to life again.”
Well. I found out something new and I hope you were entertained.
I apparently forgot all about it being Sunday, yesterday. *facepalm* Sorry about that!
Here’s a snippet from Taking Down the Stars.
“If he can see us, then… I must tell you. I was walking downtown when I felt something. It was like someone was holding the Source, but it wasn’t any Other. If he can see us, then…”
Violax stood, the chair scraping noisily on the floor as she pushed away from the table. “We need to find this other human. She is in danger unless we find her and teach her how to manage her power.”
Zane was slower in following, the two Ajaix were almost out the door before he’d stood up, and he had to run to catch up outside the cafe.
“What do you mean, power?” Zane asked when he’d finally caught up. “Do I have this power, too?”
Violax answered without slowing down or even looking at him. “Perhaps.”
“Perhaps? What does that mean?”
She sighed in exasperation. “It means that some gained access to the Source and some did not.”
Right now, this is the end of chapter one. And I have a question for you all, does it make you want to keep reading?
Woo Hoo! I beat my word count for the second day in a row with 626 words written.
A bit of a hairy situation I introduced the Female Main Character Kailin with, too.
Shortening the title of the book in the post title cuz it’s just too damn long.
Anyway. I’ve written my 500 words already today (and then some) so here’s a short little snippet!
Someone was saying something, but Zane couldn’t focus on the words, as another figure stepped through the door. Still no one noticed anything odd. At least this hallucination looked human. But she had bubble gum pink skin and hair a few shades lighter that looked as though it were made of cotton candy. She wore a, quite revealing, pale blue dress, the sleeves of which trailed behind her but gathered no dust. Making shooing motions with her hands, the kittens jumped as though they’d been shocked and ran out the door with sounds that seemed to Zane as a child’s laughter.
The girl’s face scrunched as she looked after them. “Damn Zynth.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What did you say?”
The pink girl whirled around, yet her hair somehow managed to stay perfectly still. “Did you hear me?”
He nodded, his eyes darting back up to the three men who were actively hostile, now staring at him as though he’d lost his mind. Maybe he was. Zane looked back to the girl anyway. To his shock she was still there, head tilted to the side as she considered him.
“Come with me.” With a snap of her fingers, the three men fell to the ground, snoring, and his bonds dissolved into smoke.
There it is!
So it’s that time of year again!
JulNoWriMo is here!
Writing 50,000 words in 31 days! Fun times all around, yeah?
Say what you will about WriMo’s, I absolutely love them. I am participating in this JulNo, but I think it may be my last for awhile. While WriMo’s are good for new material, they don’t do so well for me with already established ideas. I will post perhaps every other day with updates and/or snippets and will keep all of you abreast of the situation, aye?
The title this year is Taking Down the Stars. It’s part post-apocalyptic, part fantasy.
I don’t have a synopsis as yet, but my word count right now stands at 590 words. So I best get to writing, yeah?