The human brain is a totally amazing creation, don’t you think. One moment it can be in high gear, on top of the world, nothing will stand in its way and you’re just going along for the ride.
Yeah. Like that. That’s my brain right now. Little bits and pieces of mushy stuff scattered about. The problem with my brain is that, even in such a condition, it insists on chugging along. All the while, one of the solid, semi-coherent pieces is insisting it stop for just one moment. Maybe a day at the most. I think it’s an illness.
So, anyhow, enough babbling. If you missed the big announcement Monday, Emergence is now available on Amazon Kindle in various countries (this is the US link), B&N/Nook, and iBooks. Kobo is forthcoming. I’m still waiting on the hard copy proof so signed paperbacks will be a bit yet. If you’d like to read the first two chapters, follow the link at the top of the page under Published Works. I strongly suggest you read First of Her Kind prior, if you haven’t.
And now, the moment you’re all here for, this week’s WIPpet. I’m sticking with Driev and CBC.I tried to pick one of the lighter moments but…well…there don’t seem to be a lot of those. Although I have worked out somewhat of a happy ending. No, not butterflies and Snow White happy. That just wouldn’t work here. I think it’s as happy an ending as Driev can look for out of this particular tale. Someday, you may actually get to read it. 😉
To set the scene, this comes after last week’s and before a section that I shared a while back. Got it? No? Refer to the pumpkin picture, please. Driev and Gylan interacting again. I give you 20 short paragraphs. That’s 19 plus a bonus one because of all the reasons.
I laughed, and it sounded harsh even for me. “Fathers are the last ones I feel inclined to be nice to.”
“Are you inclined to be nice to anyone?”
I ushered Gylan into my room and closed the door behind us, leaving him to stand there while I started pulling things from the chest and tossing them onto the mattress. Something bounced onto the floor, and the boy grabbed it before I could get to it. He upended the small, leather pouch, letting a pebble fall into his open palm.
My breath stopped. I’d forgotten I still had Andel’s firestone. He’d been all of nine or ten when he bought the thing. I remember telling him to get rid of it, but he wouldn’t part with the damn rock. He’d pull it out from time to time just to watch the flame dance above his hand. Gods if I knew what he found so fascinating about it.
“Put it back,” I said, the words strangled. “Go sit down, and don’t touch anything else.”
No surprise the boy didn’t listen. He pushed at the firestone with his finger, rolling it from one side of his hand to the other and peering intently at it.
“I said, put it–“
A flame like none I’d ever seen Andel conjure from the stone rose into the air. It stopped just shy of the ceiling before settling down to about half that height. I shielded my eyes against the glare.
“Whoa!” A smile lit the boy’s face; a look of sheer joy that, for a moment at least, chased off all the sorrow that surrounded him.
I felt the corners of my mouth twitch as though they wanted a piece of that raw happiness, but then the reality of what I was seeing stomped it into oblivion.
“How are you doing that?” I asked.
The radiance turned my way, and I scowled.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Isn’t it supposed to happen?”
“Not like that.”
Gylan looked back at the flame.
“Put it out.”
“Close your fist.”
His fingers curled over the pebble, extinguishing the glow of the firestone along with his joy. “Can I keep it?”
And with that, I leave you to scoop up the remnants of my grey matter and see if I can’t piece it back together.
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