I believe I owe you all an excerpt from my work-in-progress, Dagger of the Sun (or DotS as I affectionate like to call it).
Without further delay…here it is:
The night air was causing gooseflesh to spread over her arms and legs and the flimsy pale blue tunic wasn’t doing much to protect the rest of her either. Delphyne cursed whatever gods had brought the prince back from the barracks tonight of all nights. She judged the distance from her vantage point to the throne room’s entrance to be less than a minute, but the trick would be crossing the crowded floor without being stopped by someone interesting in hearing about a hunter’s tale.
Or I could jump from the balcony.
It honestly didn’t look that high. If she bent her knees on the landing, she would be fine. She leaned over the railing, letting her fingers encircle the cool stone.
“I would advise against it.”
Delphyne swivelled, heart nearly popping out of her chest. “Don’t scare me…I thought you were —”
Apollo raised an eyebrow.
“Nevermind,” Delphyne amended. “Where have you been?”
She had lost track of Apollo seconds after the feast had started. Apollo had noticed a poet friend of his in the crowd and wandered off. After that, it had been difficult to catch sight of him for more than a minute as he flitted around the room like a butterfly.
“Making the rounds,” Apollo said. “But I’m more interested in knowing why you’re standing here peeping at the statues?”
In the moonlight, the statues in the garden behind her looked even more lewd. Not to mention the occasional moans that drifted up from the shadowed maze.
“I was…” She paused. How could she phrase her words so that she didn’t sound like either a coward or a pervert? “I was getting some fresh air.” She finished rather lamely.
“It has gotten rather stuffy.” A pause. “More so now that the prince has arrived.”
“Asclepius told me.” Apollo looked at her, a small smile forming on his lips. “Did the prince really ask you to marry him…by telling you that you’d be a good breeder?”
Delphyne gave him a look that implied she would not be discussing this at length.
“And did you really punch him in response?”
Clearly, her look got lost in translation. “I didn’t have my sword with me, so punching him was my only recourse.”
Since this is a work in progress, I am very open to criticism and feedback…any thing that will help me improve. So please, please, leave a comment or suggestion below.
Now it’s back to the writing board!
–Rika Ashton (aka Book Hermit)
It’s that wonderfully time of day when you guys get another Dagger of the Sun teaser. So now without further delay, let me introduce to you Baelock, Kale’s right-hand man and supporting character:
He opened his eyes as his second-in-command, Baelok, came into the room. The man was tall, like any immortal he towered well over the average mortal man, but he was still not as tall as Kale. And though his hair was a jet-black, much like Kale’s own, their eyes were eons apart. Bae’s eyes were a striking green-grey combination, the colour of the sea during a storm – something Kale was certain Bae had never seen, being born and never having left the Underworld in his entire existence thus far. In contrast, Kale’s own eyes were as dark, though most would say darker, than his hair.
Kale could see that Bae had yet to go see his personal attendant, his face sported a light scruff of hair – not unusual for Bae – but his black cloak was dusted with soot and dirt, and underneath it Kale could see that his recently purchased silver armour had not suffered any better, all of which indicated Bae had just arrived from his latest journey to Tartarus.
“I brought along a present Kale,” said Bae in his usual rumbling tone that some women found seductive – that is until they heard Kale speak. “Would you like to guess what it is?”
“If it’s another woman, I will kill you,” muttered Kale.
“I can see you’re in one of your moods.” Kale heard Bae sigh, moving closer to lean his shoulder against the doorway. “Too much time with Hades?”
“Any time spent with Hades is too much.”
“Then you are going to like what I have to show you even more,” Bae’s reply contained more than a hint of mirth.
And that’s a taste of Bae…who is turning out to be a surprise. He a new invention of my imagination – never existed in the original draft – but then a lot of new characters are sprouting up now that I have time to look at what Dagger of the Sun needs to make it a truly complex story. And a great supporting cast is essential!
(aka The Tease)
P.S: Also joined Pinterest.
Just letting you guys know that I’ve been diligently working on Dagger of the Sun edits with my critique partner, the fabulous Priscilla Shay – I say fabulous because not only does she have to look at my make-your-eyes-burn bad novel drafts, she also has to provide feedback that will make it better – all while working on her own novels, short stories, poems, etc. Check out her second weblog here!
In celebration of my hard work this past week, I’m celebrating with a Lord Kaelus (Kale) teaser from chapter two of my novel. Kale is my anti-hero, who is really more of a villain and Delphyne’s future husband, because somehow I will give these two a happy ending!
Now on to the (unedited) teaser:
Lord Kaelus, High Councillor of the Underworld and Master of the Night Palace, was seated in the large dining hall, sipping his ambrosia. A clear liquid, created specifically for him, that on most days satisfied his more primitive urges. However, on this particular day, Kale had spent far too much in the “esteemed” company of the God of the Underworld.
He felt like killing someone.
And with that I bid you farewell for the day, since I must get back to more edits or the fabulous Priscilla Shay will eat my head.
(aka The Diligent One)
P.S: Here’s an image of the colour of Kale’s midnight cloak, which he inherited from Nyx, the Goddess of Night.