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Update on Project "Hebbros"
Just a quick update to share some news that, for me, is pretty exciting!
I've made it to page 100 and beyond in my current writing project!!
This is always a big marker for me and I'm so excited about this new book. Your prayers would be appreciated as I strive to write a story that brings glory to God and enjoyment to readers.
I've made it to page 100 and beyond in my current writing project!!
This is always a big marker for me and I'm so excited about this new book. Your prayers would be appreciated as I strive to write a story that brings glory to God and enjoyment to readers.
Summer Sneak Peek...
Summer is usually a slow time for me as far as my writing is concerned, but I've been having fun working on my new project, which I'll call "Hebbros" for now (actual title is still in the works)! Here's the first sneak peek:
"Christopher gave his sword-arm a shove and spun away from his opponent, whisking the sweat from his eyes with a fierce shake of his head. His light-brown hair had turned black under the weight of perspiration, and now stuck to his face and neck in soaked strands. His sharp blue gaze followed his competitor as the two boys circled one another and prepared for another bout. Surrounding the training arena, fellow squires shouted encouragement or advice and goaded their comrades to enhance their performance. Christopher blocked out the noise and focused solely on the contest at hand. He doubted anyone was cheering for him anyway." ~Hebbros
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"Christopher gave his sword-arm a shove and spun away from his opponent, whisking the sweat from his eyes with a fierce shake of his head. His light-brown hair had turned black under the weight of perspiration, and now stuck to his face and neck in soaked strands. His sharp blue gaze followed his competitor as the two boys circled one another and prepared for another bout. Surrounding the training arena, fellow squires shouted encouragement or advice and goaded their comrades to enhance their performance. Christopher blocked out the noise and focused solely on the contest at hand. He doubted anyone was cheering for him anyway." ~Hebbros
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Summer Sneak Peek... Sound Familiar?
Divided into 3 major parts, my newest project, Hebbros, begins years before the time of The Heart of Arcrea, and stretches to take place after The Arcrean Conquest has come to a close. Take a look at this scene, which may sound a bit familiar...
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Lord Frederick finished a turn and gently brought his sword around to meet the one held by his seven-year-old daughter, Elaina. She flashed him a dimpled smile that emanated confidence and then returned her focus to the weapons held carefully in the space between them. The two continued the intricate pattern of steps that comprised the Arcrean Sword Reel, a dance introduced by their land’s ancient natives and passed down to subsequent generations. Lord Frederick offered quiet instructions whenever the girl faltered.
Pausing briefly after an overzealous turn, Elaina brushed loose black curls from her face and then adjusted her grip on the pommel of her child-sized sword.
“Take the steps gently, daughter,” Frederick gave her an amused smile, “We’ll go faster when you know them so well you could dance it in your sleep.”
Her dark eyes glittered with humor, “I’d like that.” She copied the downward slant of her father’s sword and they made a full turn around one another before she grinned mischievously, “Wouldn’t Mother make a fuss about that?”
Frederick caught a laugh before it escaped, trying and failing to give her a stern look, “Tut tut, child. You mustn’t delight in vexing your poor mother.”
Elaina ignored his mild rebuke, “Here comes the box step. Then my favorite part where our swords meet at the cross-guard!”
The box step was performed in graceful movements, and when the swords locked as Elaina had anticipated the dancers paused long enough for Frederick to tap a finger against his daughter’s nose. She rewarded him with an impish grin and backed away to continue the reel. When the last step had been completed the two sheathed their swords and Lord Frederick made a low bow.
“Beautifully done.”
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Lord Frederick finished a turn and gently brought his sword around to meet the one held by his seven-year-old daughter, Elaina. She flashed him a dimpled smile that emanated confidence and then returned her focus to the weapons held carefully in the space between them. The two continued the intricate pattern of steps that comprised the Arcrean Sword Reel, a dance introduced by their land’s ancient natives and passed down to subsequent generations. Lord Frederick offered quiet instructions whenever the girl faltered.
Pausing briefly after an overzealous turn, Elaina brushed loose black curls from her face and then adjusted her grip on the pommel of her child-sized sword.
“Take the steps gently, daughter,” Frederick gave her an amused smile, “We’ll go faster when you know them so well you could dance it in your sleep.”
Her dark eyes glittered with humor, “I’d like that.” She copied the downward slant of her father’s sword and they made a full turn around one another before she grinned mischievously, “Wouldn’t Mother make a fuss about that?”
Frederick caught a laugh before it escaped, trying and failing to give her a stern look, “Tut tut, child. You mustn’t delight in vexing your poor mother.”
Elaina ignored his mild rebuke, “Here comes the box step. Then my favorite part where our swords meet at the cross-guard!”
The box step was performed in graceful movements, and when the swords locked as Elaina had anticipated the dancers paused long enough for Frederick to tap a finger against his daughter’s nose. She rewarded him with an impish grin and backed away to continue the reel. When the last step had been completed the two sheathed their swords and Lord Frederick made a low bow.
“Beautifully done.”
Summer Sneak Peek... Unlikely Duo
Here's another sneak peek at my newest project, Hebbros! Luke is one of my leading characters, a young Mizgalian peasant with a special gift; and Lord Bradley...well, he's got a lot on his plate.
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“What if God brought you here for a greater purpose? What if He plans to grant your desires, but in a way you had not expected?”
Lord Bradley let out a slight laugh, “I declare, you sound more like a prophet by the minute. Grant my desires you say? Very well, suppose your God should restore me to home again and with my inheritance intact; are you saying you believe He could also return my father to me?”
Luke’s grin spread into a full smile, every fiber of his being leaping to the nobleman’s challenge, “Are you prepared to find out?”
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“What if God brought you here for a greater purpose? What if He plans to grant your desires, but in a way you had not expected?”
Lord Bradley let out a slight laugh, “I declare, you sound more like a prophet by the minute. Grant my desires you say? Very well, suppose your God should restore me to home again and with my inheritance intact; are you saying you believe He could also return my father to me?”
Luke’s grin spread into a full smile, every fiber of his being leaping to the nobleman’s challenge, “Are you prepared to find out?”
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Sneak Peek ~ Pavia
Here's a brief look into a day in the life of Pavia, a little redheaded girl with a big problem...
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Pavia dropped her sword and scrambled up to the catawyld’s deserted cage. Crawling inside, she gripped the handle and pulled the cage door shut just as the beast leapt after her with a shriek.
Pavia echoed the scream as she held the door shut and listened to the perturbed beasts in the crates that surrounded her. She tried to take a deep breath, but the pungent air choked her and threatened to make her gag.
Clicking its tongue in an angry cadence, the escaped catawyld clawed at the cage door and the loosened panel threatened to give way. Pavia clung to the handle, putting all her strength to maintaining the closure of the door.
“God, save me!”
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Have a beautiful Autumn day, and praise the Lord for something in your life today!
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Pavia dropped her sword and scrambled up to the catawyld’s deserted cage. Crawling inside, she gripped the handle and pulled the cage door shut just as the beast leapt after her with a shriek.
Pavia echoed the scream as she held the door shut and listened to the perturbed beasts in the crates that surrounded her. She tried to take a deep breath, but the pungent air choked her and threatened to make her gag.
Clicking its tongue in an angry cadence, the escaped catawyld clawed at the cage door and the loosened panel threatened to give way. Pavia clung to the handle, putting all her strength to maintaining the closure of the door.
“God, save me!”
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Have a beautiful Autumn day, and praise the Lord for something in your life today!
Quick Update!
I had so much fun writing yesterday! I had an "Aha! moment" that has me totally excited, and I wrote just over 3800 words, which took me over the 80,000 word checkpoint!
Please keep me in your prayers as the Lord leads. I've been so blessed to see the Lord working through this project over the past few weeks.
Please keep me in your prayers as the Lord leads. I've been so blessed to see the Lord working through this project over the past few weeks.
~Update & Quote~
Wrote about 2400 words today, finishing Chapter 29! So excited!
Here's a quick quote from today's work:
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"Lord Bradley had not cried in three years, two months, seventeen days, nine hours, and thirteen minutes. It had been a memorable bout of tears"
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Here's a quick quote from today's work:
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"Lord Bradley had not cried in three years, two months, seventeen days, nine hours, and thirteen minutes. It had been a memorable bout of tears"
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Words, Words, Words...
Another 2800 words added to "Hebbros" today! Praise the Lord!
There were a few surprises for me and that was fun! You can look forward to a heartsick slave, a rage-driven ruler, a shadowy interloper, and "the beginning of the end"!
Sound fun? ;)
There were a few surprises for me and that was fun! You can look forward to a heartsick slave, a rage-driven ruler, a shadowy interloper, and "the beginning of the end"!
Sound fun? ;)
300 Pages!
I've reached the 300 page mark in Hebbros!! Praise the Lord!
Here's a sneak peek to celebrate with:
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Luke’s small chest heaved with each excited breath as his gaze quickly honed in on a middle-aged man standing quietly before the barred gate.
Here was the reason behind the mayhem in Hebbros.
The stranger’s hands were bound before him with a leather thong, and a rope around his ankle constrained him to a sturdy pole anchored in the ground. A scattering of rotting vegetables gave proof that the prisoner had suffered these humiliating conditions for several days. His calm but probing eyes surveyed the jeering crowds until they landed on the little boy across the way and he offered a quiet smile.
Peace.
The serenity in those gray eyes jarred Luke’s senses as a foreign emotion combating the surrounding chaos.
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Here's a sneak peek to celebrate with:
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Luke’s small chest heaved with each excited breath as his gaze quickly honed in on a middle-aged man standing quietly before the barred gate.
Here was the reason behind the mayhem in Hebbros.
The stranger’s hands were bound before him with a leather thong, and a rope around his ankle constrained him to a sturdy pole anchored in the ground. A scattering of rotting vegetables gave proof that the prisoner had suffered these humiliating conditions for several days. His calm but probing eyes surveyed the jeering crowds until they landed on the little boy across the way and he offered a quiet smile.
Peace.
The serenity in those gray eyes jarred Luke’s senses as a foreign emotion combating the surrounding chaos.
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Today's Work:
Approximately 1800 words today!
I left poor Sarah in a pitiful situation, Sir Kenrick is raging mad, and our unknown interloper is once again at work.
Having fun and praising the Lord for progress!
I left poor Sarah in a pitiful situation, Sir Kenrick is raging mad, and our unknown interloper is once again at work.
Having fun and praising the Lord for progress!
