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Hey, I missed you guys last week! Had bronchitis, which wasn’t much fun, and the medication was even less so. But now I’m back, mostly all in one piece.
While my beta readers suffer through Winter of the Wolf, I’ve been working on something else. The Forsaken Crown is a prequel, taking place about ten years before Rise of the Storm. It’s all about Kendryk’s rise to power and will be on the short side for me- maybe 70k words or so. It’s a little odd writing a story with only two POV characters, but I’m actually enjoying it quite a bit. Besides Kendryk, the other main character is a young cavalry officer, Sonya Vidmar. When the story begins, she’s in another country, fighting as a mercenary. She’s been sent on a special mission to capture one of the enemy’s top officers, and has grabbed a hostage before breaking into her target’s tent. Creatively punctuated.
Sonya pushed through, the prisoner in front of her. “Try anything and he dies,” she growled, just loudly enough for her voice to carry through the tent.
“I’m unarmed,” a surprisingly soft voice said.
Sonya turned herself and her hostage toward it, asking, “What’s your name?”
“Igor Kolnikov, Major in the imperial army of Pyotr, our Immortal—”
“Yes, yes,” Sonya snapped, “You must come with us,” she said in a rush, looking over her prize. A man sat at a camp desk, both hands laid flat on the surface; he’d been writing a letter, but had dropped the quill at the incursion.
“Threatening that man is quite unnecessary,” Kolnikov said, even as he stood, “please let him go.”
“Once you’re in our custody, maybe,” Sonya said.
“You’re making a big mistake,” Kolnikov said, “since the war is over.”
If the war is over, Sonya might be in several kinds of trouble. But that’s where the fun begins!
Previous snippets are here.