At the Cusp of Dust and Deity

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It was September of 2011 that I began writing Plenilune.  If I remember correctly, it took me roughly a year and a half to write.   I trust Talldogs will not take quite that long, but some days I do feel as if I am elbow-crawling my way through the plot.  But I think - I think - I have got through some kind of barrier and I feel a little less as if I am walking in the dark.  Writing has been mingled sporadically with reading; between my conglomerate stories and The Conquering Family, I have enough kindling to keep the lights burning.

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"Any man who has walked over the skin of the man he was yesterday is a man who knows humility and grace."
letters

She put her hand down in the joint of her hip and swung round, leaning forward to see across Raymond. “Le seigneur de Darkling! Paugh! You tread about so quietly for being miniver-caped.”
talldogs

"I can see the lines of a hard providence in your face."
talldogs

"God and his angels keep you," murmured Bruin, and he slipped both pouch and letter away in the safe place of his heart.
lamblight

Goddgofang came out on top. Badger’s shoulders slowly relaxed as with a conscious effort, and though the young man bent his head like a sullen horse, he said, “I hear you.”
lamblight

God! He tossed the comb down and stared brutally at his mauled reflection. I do not know what to do! Lend my hands some tool with which to fix this broken mess. I have a sword: I have not yet a trowel!
talldogs

Something in his blood thrilled against his design: it would be marvellous, on a morning like this, to be swinging into the saddle beside Avery or Goddgofang, the yard aswarm with dogs, and the sweet notes of the hunting-horn calling the pack onward and upward into the wooded aisles of the Marius Hills.
talldogs

"The trick is to be angry and be wise, which two things are like holding together the small things of the world from flying apart between hands made of clay."
cruxgang

"That is a powerful oath, one which I do not envy. I will honour it."
talldogs

"Acquaint yourself with the whole of the scriptures. How can you know what will be needful in each season of life if you have not first made yourself knowledgeable of the tools to hand?"
letters

They stopped and stood aside to watch the leopard palfrey rolling through the mist toward them. The roar of hooves elevated; the whip came out, cracking on the beast’s flanks. She will not stop, thought Raymond. The palfrey’s neck was flat out, tail kinked high and streaming in the wind of its going. In a moment it was upon them, hurtling by in a blur of tawny white, showering clods behind it. Under his feet the earth trembled, his ears rang with the drum of hooves and the blink of time which had been full of the scent of leather and the single jink of a buckle. His eye flinched shut momentarily—he did not know if it was reflexive or a form of habitual salute.
talldogs

Why should I be always pestering people’s souls? They have the Holy Ghost for that. I am not anxious that the people of God also should hate me. The world is good enough at that business.”
talldogs

"...back he would come at full tilt—I do not think he stopped to open the door, but like Jesus passed clean through it..."
talldogs

"Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles, son of Peleus!"
"Badger!" snapped Goddgofang; "you are not helping."
maresgate

"Now I do not remember what I was saying. Verily," [his cousin] growled, digging his fingertips into his eye sockets, "speaking with you requires herculean efforts at concentration."
cruxgang

He thrust back off the divan and swept the gentlemen with an unpleasant smile like raw steel before it is tempered into a sword. “I have once cobbled together one match. I can tear apart another.”
cruxgang

She cut all the things he would have said to her out of his mouth and hurled them in a bloody splatter into the bath tub. It hurt.
But not enough to wake him from the nightmare.
cruxgang

Mar—!” The thing took him full in the front: he was catapulting backward, the world a blur of darkness, with the sensation of a compass kicked and spinning. Pain rained down his back. He had nothing to grab, nowhere to turn; empty-handed, he felt water crash around his shoulders and close in over his face, hammering into the spaces above his nose, filling his mouth with muddy panic. The light—! His clenched eyes tore through the bubbly gloom. Where was the light—! The compass bounded, tearing through the space between the stars. He wrenched at the water—it resisted him. He tugged at his body—somewhere between a lion, a leopard, a sea-monster, and a spray of filigreed things like diamond dust, it crashed back into the fragile thing inside of which his spirit was fluttering like a bird dying at the bottom of its cage. Columns of air rocketed around him, closed off from him by inches of water. The light was going out. The darkness and a searing like fire were plunging knives into his body. He gave one last desperate twist, something in him crying out with a power he hoped would span the spheres of the universe to the last and highest heaven.
Elements—! Tempests—! Almighty God—it is going to kill me!
A lungless voice reared above him and dug its heel into his chest.
Is this how the Master of Death chooses to go out?
cruxgang

9 ripostes:

  1. Ooooh I like them. I like the dialog bits best. And Badger and Bruin. :D They seem like rough old chumps whom I will enjoy.

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  2. I think you will like them. There is a letter on its way to you with a little more about them. ;)

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  3. That last one--! Really, that was something. I like how you pull sympathy from the reader, until it's shown that perhaps he's not worthy of that sympathy. And then again, perhaps he is...mm, I love it!
    And the 7th made me yearn for spring and rushing waters and early mornings...

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  4. Mm, perhaps he is... ;) Your emotions are my playthings.

    If you want spring and rushing waters and early mornings because of number seven, then number seven has done its job.

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  5. Great snippets as always!!!

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  6. My, you are wonderful with these snippets, Jenny; they are total darlings, and you know how to wrangle my emotions while gliding over each of them. They are powerful, and bold, and descriptive like fire, warm as honey, and shining with action and character and good things - Sad thing I can't choose a favourite...!! I love the little bits of things one in the Christian walk would say flit through in the characters' thoughts and words (and hopefully their actions), but in such a natural, understated manner, it is like a fish in the water in its natural-ness. I can see that I will love Talldogs mightily. As if I did not already.

    Goddgofang is splendid.

    If you happen to have a wee bit of time, Jenny, I wrote up at long last a snippets post on my blog (http://joy-live4jesus.blogspot.com.au/2014/02/home-honeysuckles-and-war-snippets-of.html). They are not awfully good - a bit raw and different being from my WW2 novel, but I would be ever so delighted if you could stop by and tell me your thoughts on them. It would be such a cordial and would tickle me immensely!!

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  7. Goddgofang is always splendid, the brute.

    One thing I will be bold enough to say about myself is that my "Christian walk" is not divorced from any other aspect of my life. In fact, very few aspects of my life are divorced from any other: they are all thrown together in my mind. It is untidy, but in many ways it is very helpful not to have a segmented way of thinking, and that does not leak, it soaks my writing. My characters exhibit this trait in spades.

    ...ace of spades.

    I must swing by the Joy blog and run an eye over these snippets of yours! It is good to see you getting back into that game. :)

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