The Fool Among the Gold

"And so you came, as you are always wont to come, when you are most needed."
fitzdraco

Due to my overachieving speed with which I tore through NaNoWriMo, right about the beginning of the second week of November I had it in my mind that November was over and it was surely now December; by the middle of week two I was thinking seriously about Christmas.  Writing will really mess with your perception of time.

But it is December now and our month-long blog party with all you cheeky folk and our novels has come to an end.  It was a lot of fun, judging from your comments you all enjoyed it, and I do want to thank all of you who shouted it out and also hosted both Abigail and me on your blogs.  Your support means a lot!  Abigail and I should have the winners of the giveaway up no later than Wednesday, December 5th, so keep an eye out!

And now, out of the enormous chaos of literature I have slashed and punched and shattered off the annoyingly immovable bulk of my stubborn and embittered genius, I give you snippets.  Gee golly, I've earned a snippets post.

NaNoWriMo Snip-Whippets

"I could take his head between my hands and crush his skull."
Plenilune

Everyone’s head was up and all eyes were on Skander and poor Periot, save Rupert’s—he lounged panther-like on his log, staring into the heart of the fire: a smile slunk across his face. She did not know why she did it—the blood rang so loudly in her ears that she could barely hear herself and she had the feeling of being disconnected from herself by a sharp blade of terror.
Plenilune

He pulled off his cloak and took his things into the adjoining bedroom to unpack. “Spencer!” he called back. “Would you bring a light? It is black as pitch in here.”
Hesitating in the dark doorway of her own little room, Margaret looked back: in the shadows of the other room she could see [him] moving about—a great distance off, it seemed just then—and suddenly she hurt for him and could not move, for to move would make the pain only worse.
Plenilune

"It is God's own ink the devil writes."
Plenilune

Honesty is the greatest of our misfortunes, and caring second greatest.” 
Plenilune

Rupert’s face turned white and Margaret felt the air grow thin. Had he been any other man, he might have brushed the mockery off—had it been any other mockery, he would have. But one thing that Margaret could say for Rupert was that he took his love and hatred seriously and did not cover them in laughter. She could almost hear the sheath of his patience clatter to the floor as he removed it.
“By his Infernal Majesty and my Lord Adam,” he breathed—the glass pane behind him splintered with a hundred spider-fine cracks— “take back your words, or I’ll put them back.”
Plenilune

What did she want? she asked herself with a sudden unkind fierceness. To tidy the place like a nursery, free of any sharp objects that might hurt someone, to be sure of a happy outcome like a little girl reading a fairytale? But that was not what had at first repulsed her from these people, and what had eventually drawn her. With their thin skins, quick to take offence and to defend their bantam plumage, these were men who lived among danger and swords and blood and put a great price on honour. They had not turned their world into a nursery. They loved their world fiercely and their world loved them still more fiercely back—the high winds of the fells rushed at that moment around Lookinglass, thrumming ominously in the walls. 
Plenilune

"I'm afraid this is a problem that will not go away with the shooing of it." 
Plenilune

He got up; he was taller even than she; she had the impression of some Egyptian obelisk—a totem of a death religion—being raised in her face, its cold cultic shadow making her pupils jump wide open in her eyes. 
Plenilune

After a pause, Rupert reached up and jerked the chin-strap free on his helm and slung it off to rest it on his knee; his face, now bared, was at once grim and handsome; his brow was silvered and sanguine where the rim of his helm had left a weal and the sweat had pooled in the depression. 
Plenilune

He shows signs of pride even now.”
“A congenital trait of humanity,” said Margaret, goaded by a spasm of philosophy. 
Plenilune

Do we lie when we are only human, and not gods, and bear ourselves up on a thrill of greatness? And what are humans, after all? Should we consider ourselves thoroughly cheated if we happen to find a little of the fool among the gold?”
Plenilune

But Margaret was left standing, stunned, in the middle of the floor; in that unguarded remark she found herself facing the vivid scene of her last night in Marenov√© with its whirl of lanternlight and Rupert’s face, forever fixed before her in a kind of wretched, golden horror, looking back at her with the expression of one riven to the heart.
Plenilune

"Best not kick over this bee-skep, sirrah." 
Plenilune

6 ripostes:

  1. Wowwwwwwwwww. As usual you've done it again. Only this time--even from a few snippets--I can tell the plot has thickened, the tension is high, and something marvelous is going to come of it all. I change my mind, Jenny. Your books aren't flavored like mulled cider. They're liberally doused with Awesome-Sauce. ;)

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  2. They all made me shiver (yes, in fright) with the dark terror you feel when the Villain enters the story. But this one I especially liked though they are all smashingly well writ.

    "Rupert’s face turned white and Margaret felt the air grow thin. Had he been any other man, he might have brushed the mockery off—had it been any other mockery, he would have. But one thing that Margaret could say for Rupert was that he took his love and hatred seriously and did not cover them in laughter. She could almost hear the sheath of his patience clatter to the floor as he removed it.
    “By his Infernal Majesty and my Lord Adam,” he breathed—the glass pane behind him splintered with a hundred spider-fine cracks— “take back your words, or I’ll put them back.”

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  3. Ahh, what penslaying snippets! You have taken that double-edged sworn of literature and taken it to all of our poorly-equipped necks!

    Basically, you have come back with a bang, Jenny. :)

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  4. Another great round of snippets. I liked the first one a lot. Even though that makes me sound sinister. It gave me a lot to imagine as to what was going on.

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  5. I do not know, just this one caught my attention out of the blue and I thought it really great, simple as it probably is too: "I'm afraid this is a problem that will not go away with the shooing of it." Too true :)

    Jenny, your round of snippets this month is splendid, and as Rachel mentioned the plot seems to have progressed and there is high charge and electricity sparks in the air of Plenilune; it is looking great!!!

    Thank you for sharing a bit of your NaNo harvest, Jenny, I dearly loved every single fruit

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  6. You have done it again, I always wait to read your snippets, there so wonderful. And once again I am inspired and awe struck.
    I cant wait to read the complete novel.
    blessings ~ Rachel Hope

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