"Well, If That Doesn't Take the Salt Out of You"

It may just be the frappuccino and the NyQuil speaking: to think this is the first post of 2013 fills me with an unpleasant shivery feeling.  A brief update: I managed to get through another chunk of writing in Plenilune during December, which places me almost at the threshold of my endgame.  Now I am trying to get all my characters in position and hope to goodness everything works out.  There is, of course, always editing.  Additionally, now that I am approaching that stage of the game with Plenilune, I have been able to go back into Adamantine and touch up a few things, make sure of continuity, and tie them both together a little more.  That won't be done for a little longer yet, but I'm really hoping nothing more turns up because I would like to be done.  On the plus side, Gingerune has taken another step or two out of the shadows.  But don't even dream about reading Gingerune yet.  I foresee that one being my trouble child and while it may surprise me I don't expect it to surprise me.

There is always Between Earth and Sky.

January Snip-Whippets
(Not much to offer this month!) 

There was a sound like a hammer hitting a gong, a whirling planet of light, a ring in singing motion, a spray of stars—to Margaret it seemed the whole cosmos had met in the teeth and claws and angry, defiant wills of the two slashing and biting on the uneven green before her.
Plenilune

Half of it he shaved off, cutting her arm, but the rest, with a little cry of determination, she got wrapped round his head somehow and then it was her turn, with a sense of exultant power, to dig in her heels and heave over on him, driving him backward while he shook and writhed and swore and growled under her grasp like ten tomcats in a weakening sack. 
Plenilune

Under her feet Margaret felt Plenilune tremble—with fury and with colossal ecstasy...
Plenilune

They were close enough that she heard the drumming whoop of Brand’s war-hammer as he whirled it over his head.
Plenilune

They were facing west: the sun was in her eyes. She saw a confusion of battle-mass locked and grinding in the tiny valley—and upreared against the halo of sunlight, shining like a beacon, the eagle-Standard of Darkling, the tattered black cloth in a riot of wind hanging from its talons.
Plenilune

"You must needs watch your flank!" he roared over the din.
Plenilune

She set her hand on his shoulder and pressed hard with her fingers until his leather harness cut her; his face gashed sideways with a smile. That was all: they turned together to pack their own things and fill their faces with the familiar dust of the open road and the ominous glare of summer thunder on the horizon which was the colour of hard crimson, the colour of the hour.
Plenilune

...she yelled in [his] ear, hoping—but not really believing—that she would reach him in the red place to which he had gone.
Plenilune

Margaret stood...watching Skander’s blue banner dwindle into the purple thunder of the air on the shore of Holywood, a small panic under her heart which she was trying desperately to crush as one crushes out the life of a small broken bird for whom death is the only mercy. 
Plenilune

It was a city in itself, settled in a little lift of a valley at the bend of a wide, navigable river; with the angry golden sunset-sky behind it, it was a dream-silhouette of black spires and shadowed towers, gilt-edged banners and sable walls: a piece of imagery that had got lost and wandered from the old medieval poetry Margaret had once known on the other side of many bright, black turnings in life. 
Plenilune

"The sphere of Mars is calling..."
Plenilune

9 ripostes:

  1. Wow! This all sounds grand and expansive and broad and wonderful. I hope someday I can read Penilune. :)
    ~Amanda Bradburn

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  2. For starters, I am so excited here to be the first to comment on this post, because I always fall so far behind in commenting on anyone of your post. Pardon me while I go and pat myself on the back.

    Jenny, it is an understatement to say that a little thrill of excitement swept through me upon reading the fact that you're edging towards the finish line of Plenilune!! Yay, yay... go for it! I hope all the best with this last stage of the book :). Are you planning on finishing all three books before attempting to get them published? That will be a painful long wait for us!!

    As pertaining to the post, I must say that this round of snippets has something in it that recalls to my mind visions from 'The Magician's Nephew', The Last Battle and Theodian's charge to Minias Tirith in 'The Return of the King' while containing that wonderful spark of originality and freshness and difference in them still... I can see something of a climatic charge and climax in even these little glimpses of words, burning and on fire that tell me that the fate of Plenilune and its characters hang in the balance!!

    I love *all* of the snippets, 'tis as usual hard to choose a favourite, but I especially love the spice of the last five; they have something really brilliant and beautiful about them.

    Probably the one that takes the cake though, is this one:

    "She set her hand on his shoulder and pressed hard with her fingers until his leather harness cut her; his face gashed sideways with a smile. That was all: they turned together to pack their own things and fill their faces with the familiar dust of the open road and the ominous glare of summer thunder on the horizon which was the colour of hard crimson, the colour of the hour."

    Beautiful, Jenny dear! You always evoke in me a desire to go and pick up my pen and write!!
    P.S. isn't that photo a bit graphic though?

    Blessings in Christ,
    Joy @ joy-live4jesus.blogspot.com

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  3. Ho hum! It seems while I was going about boasting that I was the first commenter, someone got in first and did it :). What the matter? I loved this post something fierce and I hope I conveyed that, whether the comment came in first or second or twentieth!

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  4. Jenny. These snippets made me happier than usual because I could FEEL the fact that you're nearing the end in them. They're all battle and grit and brawn and desperation. They sound like they're from the end of a strong book. so well done!

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  5. All I could think as I read through this post: "Yeah. The girl can write." I don't know why. I know you can write. I am fully aware of the fact: I scream your praises aloud every opportunity I get.

    But, sheesh. You can write, girl.

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  6. Eeep, you have got me like a racehorse, stamping impatienly in her stall. ;D I have several long battle scenes in my book that, now looking over them these past weeks, I see need a lot of editing. I must sincerely thank you, for your post has inspired me to get up on that mountain, despite the ugly climb.

    Off I go! ;)
    ~Bree

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  7. "It may just be the frappuccino and the NyQuil speaking..."

    If you have to actually type those words, it probably is.

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  8. I liked this post. (REALLY, REALLY, liked it) The one thing I was thinking as I cracked the shadow things upon again was you got a magical quality to your writing. It's like some enchanters spell. It's good! You don't so take us and remind us of other journeys we've taken in our favorite books, as you spirit us out of our own world and take us there. We actully see the scenery, not just writing good enough to imagine.

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  9. Wonderful snippets, as always. I am so very dying to read a book by you!

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