So I think it’s well known that I hate killing off characters, but if I think it is needed in the plot, then I do so. For the final draft, I will get around to killing off a certain main character that I refused to kill off in the previous drafts. It just seemed ridiculous to me that they stayed alive, really. I only kept them alive because of how scared I was to kill them. It changes the plot of the second book slightly, but it’s important that it happens. Otherwise, it’s not realistic and the whole point of the story is not as compelling.
I REALLY hate myself for doing this. The fans will probably hate me just as much, but I can live with that.
To end this off nicely, for the final draft, I will finally do what I proudly proclaimed I would do initially. Now, half of the book is from the protagonist’s perspective and the other half is from the antagonist’s perspective.
Basically, what I’m telling you is that there is now no antagonist or protagonist. There are just warring sides. And really, that’s what I should have done all along.
we now have a model for the character of Zenti in my upcoming novel Dark Soldier! It’s kind of an interesting story. Now that I’m back in university, I am around far more people than usual. There’s a great amount of diversity at LU. Nonetheless, I told Annika (my good friend and the illustrator) we probably wouldn’t find an exact model for Zenti. She would have to fit a really specific…
we now have a model for the character of Zenti in my upcoming novel Dark Soldier! It’s kind of an interesting story.
Now that I’m back in university, I am around far more people than usual. There’s a great amount of diversity at LU. Nonetheless, I told Annika (my good friend and the illustrator) we probably wouldn’t find an exact model for Zenti. She would have to fit a really specific description. Like, REALLY specific. I may do too much detail with character description, I’ll admit.
But as luck would have it, my third day back, I spotted someone who looked exact to her description just walking to class. I was shocked to say the least. She smiled, and I tried to smile back, still in shock. Then she scampered away. It was a bit paradoxical.
And only two minutes later, I spotted someone who looked just like the main character! He looked at me oddly, frowned slightly and then walked off. This just so happens to be what Malkeon would do. It was a very exciting day for me.
I told all this to the illustrator, who’s immediate response was: “Why don’t we have her be the model?”
“Well,” I pointed out, “It’s a big college. I’ll probably never see either of them again.”
As luck would have it, day four walked around, I was sitting in class, and a certain person was giving her art proposal for the big semester assignment.
I recognized her immediately.
But the simple fact is that I am a very introverted person. Most of my ability with writing dialogue comes from listening, not talking. So it was very unlikely that I would talk to this person, much less ask them to be a model for a book character. For the next week I left it alone.
Finally I decided it was either act now or get someone who wasn’t as accurate to character.
As it turns out, she not only agreed on the spot but has been wanting to do something like this for some time. And she will probably get to hold that freakishly large sword replica when it’s done. So that’s cool.
Yes, about that size. maybe bigger.
I haven’t seen the Malkeon guy since the first time, though. Here’s hoping…
Now to find Malkeon, Rük, Luc, Sapphire, Crystal, Cedric and Vatrix before the book is published.
You saw the line. You’ve heard of the antihero. Now you see her face to face. Introducing Ashlin of the Dark Veil saga. Once dusk rolled around, he found himself at the back of Oriwind’s Inn. A crescent moon was high in the sky, and a shard of bright moonlight glistened through the clouds onto some of the concrete street’s stones. He heard footsteps in the darkness that lingered in the alleyway.…
You saw the line. You’ve heard of the antihero. Now you see her face to face. Introducing Ashlin of the Dark Veil saga.
Once dusk rolled around, he found himself at the back of Oriwind’s Inn. A crescent moon was high in the sky, and a shard of bright moonlight glistened through the clouds onto some of the concrete street’s stones. He heard footsteps in the darkness that lingered in the alleyway.
“I see you took my invitation,” a voice spoke.
He backed himself into a defensive position. “Who are you?”
The voice laughed. It was not a horrifying cackle. It was not a lighthearted chuckle. It was just a laugh. Perhaps the lack of a clear motive scared him the most.
“Who am I? I think you are a more interesting one to receive that question. But we are similar – we were molded by the night around us. I love the night. But you and I, we feel it differently. I feel the moon’s power pulling the ocean sands. I feel vibrations in the dirt and the grass growing in the moonlight. I feel the trees swaying in the wind and the earth rolling under our feet. Everything is moving. And now I want you to move with me.”
He relaxed slightly. “What is your name?”
“That, my friend, is a better question.”A staff clicked on the pavement as the footsteps came closer. Out from the darkness stepped the blue-haired girl from earlier, war paint still on her face. “I am the druid, Ashlin, and I am here to help.”
I have come up with an idea for a new character for the second draft. I don’t know how well it’s going to go, but here’s to trying! *raising earthen goblet filled with ale into air* I came to realize that a there are a lot of magical people in this book that I’m writing. Specifically, a lot of them are just born with it. But what if there was someone who wasn’t? With the way that magic is set up…
I have come up with an idea for a new character for the second draft. I don’t know how well it’s going to go, but here’s to trying! *raising earthen goblet filled with ale into air*
I came to realize that a there are a lot of magical people in this book that I’m writing. Specifically, a lot of them are just born with it. But what if there was someone who wasn’t? With the way that magic is set up in the book, that seems almost impossible. But it isn’t… there is a way. It is known as crystal magic
And what if that person not born with such abilities were to be considered on par with some of the great magicians of their time, all without a single magical bone in their body? It’s an interesting idea, and I want to pursue it. I hadn’t been pursuing it for some time, as I thought I had too many characters. But I offed a few formerly major characters and had room for another.
Also, a Wiccan dude from Tumblr wanted me to make him into a character. That may have played a part in this whole thing.
He most definitely played a part.
And yeah, I’ll admit it. This is super friggin’ awesome.
Also, be sure to check my new short story “Little Folk” at Inkitt!
She’s a ferocious bandit queen with a habit for saying the worst possible things at the worst possible times. As the official art for her is coming soon, I decided to do a little promo for her. These are the first moments of Zenti, pre-book-release. As she began to come out of the fog, he could see she was small in height, but powerful and beautiful. She was olive skinned, with curly black hair,…
She’s a ferocious bandit queen with a habit for saying the worst possible things at the worst possible times. As the official art for her is coming soon, I decided to do a little promo for her. These are the first moments of Zenti, pre-book-release.
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As she began to come out of the fog, he could see she was small in height, but powerful and beautiful. She was olive skinned, with curly black hair, brown eyes and animal’s fur slung across her shoulder.** She was clearly the leader of the crew. As she came fully out of the fog, he could see she was carrying a massive sheathed sword. It was larger even than the woman carrying it and its thickness as long as an outstretched hand. It was covered in what appeared to be large golden scales. The cross-guard was made from massive claws, and a red gem was embedded in its pommel.
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She put her hands on her hips. “Hello,” she said, “I’m in a rush here.”
“Where’s Black Star?” asked the guard.
“Oh, the shadows?” she asked. “I have no idea where they are. That’s a bit scary if you really think about it. But anyway…” She pointed straight at [removed for spoilers]. “We’re here for that one right there.” She grabbed him by the hand and began to walk out of the field. “If you don’t mind, we’re just going to be on our way, then.”
The guard leaped at her.
She rolled her eyes.
She turned and swung her blade at the guard at a speed far faster than such a blade should be able to be swung. Surprisingly, the guard was not there to receive the blow.
She sighed and flailed her arms. “You know this means I’m going to kill you, right?”
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He continued watching the suddenly heated battle. The guard continued to move at an inhuman speed. But he also noticed something odd. She had yet to move her feet from where she stood, even when countering the guard’s moves. She twirled her sword constantly, grinning happily. She wasn’t afraid of this man at all.
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**It is noted earlier that her troop wears a set of camouflage-like leather armor. She is not apart from this.
Gabriel to Earth 