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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Once Upon a Time linkup: Disaster



Well, it has been a good long while since I did the linkup and I thought to myself, I had better get back on board.

This prompt, disaster, came to me because it fits very well with the ending of my first novel.

So, this extract comes from In the Shadow, #1 of the Endless Fire Trilogy.


save me...

 

© Pure Grace
Word Count: 413

 

For a moment the room was still.
Merrie felt the panic rise in her as it drew on. All she could think was, Oh, God, I am caught. I can’t deny this one. There’s no way out…no way out… Julia has won. Merrie’s mouth wouldn’t work. She parted numb lips, her mouth as dry as a bad fig, and tried to run her thick tongue over stiffened lips.
“Tell me that is not what I think it is…” Claudia breathed.
Merrie swallowed and turned to her, ready to explain. The look on Claudia’s face stopped her.
“Tertia, you don’t know how this got here, do you?” Claudia turned to the girl on the couch.
Tertia looked from Claudia to Merrie, face stricken, scared to death.
“No!” she squeaked. “No! I have no idea.”
“Merrie?” Claudia turned to her. “What is this?”
Merrie tried to breathe. Every breath seemed constricted, like a huge stone crushed her chest. “I…I don’t know why it…where it…” she stopped, voice breaking off with a crack.
“Tertia, out.”
The girl rose and fled the room. Merrie stared at the curtains swinging into place behind her, breath hot and heavy in her lungs.
Disappointment flooded Claudia’s face. “I cannot believe it.”
Merrie stood sick, dry mouthed and burning all over. She could see everything falling away from her at once. Her home, her peace, her security…
“Nay,” she whispered, trembling. She caught her breath, paralyzed with dread, and watched Claudia’s eyes turn icy. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and she tasted salt on her tongue. “It was…not me!” She choked on the words. How could she possibly make Claudia understand? Her lips parted, desperate for the right words. There had to be away. Tears were stinging her eyes and she turned them up to Claudia, running her tongue along her lips. But the depth was gone from Claudia’s eyes. Nothing remained on her face but disconnected misery. All at once, Merrie felt the hope drain from her. I am lost. There is no way to right this now. What can mere words say against such proof as this?
She closed her eyes. It was over. She could feel it, deep down in her belly, as though something had been ripped out of her. There was no escape from this one. Julia had triumphed in her final maneuver. Merrie had been flirting with Julia’s treachery for too long and she was caught.
So be it.
 

 
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Also, Katie over at Whispering of Pens is hosting a Writing Contest. You can find it here: http://katie-writingblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/writing-contest.html She is offering some fun prizes and I think it will be neat to see all the winning entries!! Go check it out!!!




Monday, April 1, 2013

I'm not dead, just almost

 
Breath in. Breath out. I turn the music up, drowning out my own thoughts. The seconds tick away, scrambling any sense of organization I might have had. The speed of my fingers over the keyboard could start a fire.
 
 

 
 
I tried so hard. But I couldn't make it. I had so little to go...and the clock struck twelve.
 
 

 
 
Ok, happy April Fools. That was a poor joke, really, but I felt I must make something. You can't post today without cracking SOME sort of joke. The truth is...
 
I made it.
 
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I cannot believe I did it! I am so happy I could jump off a skyscraper and die happy!! ;)
 
So, what's next?
 
First off, I am going to officially copyright it with the Library of Congress. Then it is mine. And mine alone... hehe *evil laugh* I am so greedy. ;)
 
Then it will be going to my beta-readers and I will be getting some serious thoughts and opinions on it. That is the fun part. I love getting feedback from others, even if it's not always encouraging or nice. Because then I can make it better!!! :D
 
While I am doing that, I will begin querying. That means writing out a query letter, finding publishers I wouldn't mind letting print my book, and beginning the process of building a relationship with them. I want a long-term publisher, someone who will understand that this is just the first book of three and will be willing to print them all. I have to admit I abhor series that are published all over the board with different publishers and covers... It looks so tacky. And this is not the only book/series {I still call in one book even though it's broken up into a trilogy} I am writing. It would be cool if they would be interested in publishing my future novels too.
 
And that will hopefully end with me having my first book published! Like I said, I'm so excited. I can't believe it happened! I finished over 60 pages of tough editing in 11 or so days {or so because I didn't actually edit every day... in fact, I only edited about five of them. That resulted in three panic days on the 20th, 30th, and 31st. And one 2 in the morning stay awake... :P}
 
The bad thing about hitting one goal is having to make another.... So, who's up for round two? The second book in the trilogy is shorter than the first. I'm wondering if I could make it in one month. I don't know if I want to try.
 
Last but not least, you all get a treat!
 
Two snippets, from the last two chapters of In the Shadow. One from the last Merrie chapter, the other from the last Ionez chapter. Enjoy!!! And let me know what you think of them!!! :D
 
Word count: 117
© Pure Grace

 
Merrie trembled as she met Antistius’s eyes. The look in his face scared her. She struggled to master her voice. “I did not do it,” she whispered.
Antistius gasped, incredulous.
“She is lying, Father,” Messalina snapped. “She wants only to protect herself.”
“I do not doubt it,” Antistius agreed. He gestured to Manus. “Come forward, Nubian.”
Merrie swallowed, her whole body protesting. Heart pounding against her ribs, she closed her eyes. This could not be true. It must be a dream, a giant nightmare. She had to wake up. Could one feel pain in a dream?
Antistius’s eyes glimmered as he turned on Manus. “See if we can remind Merrie of the truth. Begin with three lashes.”
 

 
Word count: 189
© Pure Grace
 
When she could run no more Ionez stopped and found herself in the garden with the frescoes covering the walls. The vivid images, of Romans spilling blood, of the tribes of the world falling beneath their silver swords, of death and anger and gore, stirred her soul. She wondered how long it would take them to find her and kill her. She expected nothing less. Aelia would not even look at her again. She wondered how she would die. Crucified? Beheaded? Flayed? The tortures of Rome slid through her mind like an oozy picture and she shuddered. Perhaps if she were fortunate, they would just resell her.
She spun about abruptly and slammed her fist into the garden wall, feeling the plaster crumble beneath her knuckles. Sticky blood seeped from her cracked skin. She swore, softly at first, then louder and louder, until she was screaming. Worthless! This life was worthless. How long would it go on like this, another scheme to devise, another plot to fail? She had been given everything into her grasp and she had destroyed it in one heedless moment. Would she never defeat herself?

 

Friday, March 1, 2013

BACKSTORY


Backstory is important. REALLY important. It sets the stage for your characters and makes them who they are. It shows you why they are to be pitied, gives them loveable personalities, or legitimate reason to be scared to death of what’s going on in the world. Every character will have their own backstory, with its own purpose.


How do you create a backstory?
 
Take a look at your character. Do they have weaknesses? Desires? Do they understand something so deeply it’s uncanny? Pull them out of their shells and figure out why they have these traits. And create a story about it. Is Miguel terrified of escalators? Perhaps he tripped and fell out of one once. Does Brianna evidence strength, when we know she is not? Maybe she was hurt before and tries to protect herself by pretending to be strong.


Backstory as a history.

There is also the side of backstory that creates a better comprehension of the setting, the personality, or the way the character interacts with others.

It is usually slipped in during a part of the story where things won’t make sense unless you KNOW why a character is doing something or love/hates another character. And it will be important for the rest of the story. 


EXAMPLE of backstory being slipped into the present story: from In the Shadow, my current WIP.

Setting:
Ancient Rome, during the reign of Emperor Nero.
Two slaves, Cyrus and Merrie, whispering together in the dark of the stable.
Cyrus is trying to convince Merrie to share important information she has learned with their master. Merrie is scared to death of their master and doesn’t want to do it.


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Word count: 415
© Pure Grace
 

Cyrus’s hand felt cold against her shoulder.
“It is the only way. You must see that! If you cannot go to Messalina and you do not want to speak to Claudia, you have to go to their father.”
Merrie’s breath streamed out and fogged in the damp stable air. “It won’t work,” she protested.
“You just have to try. Trust me. Very little works in Rome, when you are a slave.”
Merrie glanced at him sharply. He had not spoken like that in a long time. Almost since she had met him. She still remember the day he had been dragged into the Antistius courtyard, rough, angry, his raggedly uneven black hair blown over his forehead and into his eyes, wrists bound behind him, a spitting, red-hot flame burning in his eyes. She had been with Messalina, preparing to go to a party, and their litter was late. She had watched silently as he fought against the men who struggled to haul him toward the center of the courtyard, where Kaderus awaited them. Then one of the men struck Cyrus, sprawling him on his face. Blood gushed from his nose. Merrie had seen enough. Grey eyes large with distress, she had sprung away from Messalina and skidded to her knees beside the wild boy, covering his head and shoulders with her body.
“Out of the way, child!” one of the men shouted at her.
“Don’t hurt him!” she plead, helping him to his knees.
“Hotheads will get what they deserve. We will deal with him.”
“He won’t cause any more trouble.” She had looked up into Cyrus’s eyes and watched the flame slowly flicker, fighting against her, and then gently give up.
“Nay,” he had whispered huskily. “I won’t cause any more trouble.”
She had helped him to his feet, wiped his bloodied face and elbows with her clean sash, and then skipped back to Messalina, feeling light and exultant inside. His eyes had trailed her until one of the men prodded him in the ribs, reminding him to move. From that day on, they had been best friends.
“You just have to try,” Cyrus leaned back in the hay, wincing slightly as a straw pricked him. “It is your only chance.”
Merrie paused, trying to make sense of the mixed fear and longing inside her. She wanted to tell someone, so badly! Yet she dreaded facing Antistius. The darkness pressed around her. She stood up and planted her feet. “What you say is impossible.”


Backstory can be very pretty. It can impact you and help you feel more familiar the character. It can leave you feeling grief for them, make you relate to their anger, dig deep in your heart, or cause you to laugh at their outrageous stupidity.

But it can also be used unwisely. It can tell too much, solve too many plot intrigues, and explain more of the characters faults or virtues than need to be yet known. Sometimes too much is explained away too early and there is no more desire to read because we have all the answers about why the character is behaving the way they are.

Personally, I love a good backstory. I enjoy learning about the characters and feeling more akin to what is going on. I really like backstory that draws me into the character, and makes me wish things hadn’t happened, or at least happened differently, even though you can’t change them {and you know it’s just a story and can’t help wishing it had ended up different}. Stories such as Katniss’s father in The Hunger Games. You hate the fact that he died. When you read slips of the past slide between passages of compelling story, you cannot help but feel the depth of meaning behind what is happening.


How to construct backstory.

First of all, you have to feel the need. Is something missing from your character? Is there a trait that is unexplained or a part of the story void?

Then you need to decide what kind of backstory will fill it. Do you want the readers to be saddened by what happened? Confused? Maybe angry? Or maybe you need them to laugh. Create the backstory according to your hole.

A few weeks ago, I was editing a portion of In the Shadow. I was in chapter 17 {over half-way through the book!} and reached a place where a character was telling his own backstory. The purpose for the story was to make my MC feel a greater contempt for another character and a consuming pity for the storyteller. The backstory was neither compelling nor humorous. I ditched it, did my research, and came up with a story that is powerful, frustrating, and breathtaking. Something that will leave you in as many tears as the MC. {But I can’t share it, or else I will spoil too much. ;)}


Where to put your backstory.

Most of the time backstory will flow out of the story itself. When that moment arises that you need an explanation or emotion for your characters OR readers, it will just fit in. But other times, you may already have a backstory planned for your character and just pitching it in will confuse the reader. It will feel like a misfit and as much a throw in as it is.

First, decide what the backstory fulfills. What is its purpose? Why is it necessary? Then find out where in the story that need arises. Where does the character face that need? That will be the place to put it.


Making backstory captivating.

The best way to make your backstory interesting is to interrupt it. Fling the reader into the middle of a great history and then cut it off short by springing them back to the present. So, just as they get to the reason for the character’s pain, or distrust, or any other purpose for the backstory, it is cut off and unanswered. Not only will they be frustrated fascinated, but they are going to want to know what happened and why, how it was solved and who did it…and keep reading.

And that of course, is every writer’s goal. ;)


Because backstory is so important, it has to be done well. Be careful about what you chose to put in and where. In most cases, you can feel safe in taking more out than leaving more in. Too much story can destroy the book. Too little? It might confuse your readers, but it will not take away from the story.
 
I hope you have fun creating your backstories!




Thursday, February 28, 2013

So I have come to a conclusion...

Stories in the Mind is rather boring right now.

Trust me, it is painful to admit the truth, but it is a very evident one. There is absolutely nothing that sets it apart and makes it unique and cool. Just drab.
 
 

 

So I put the dilemma forth to you, my dear readers. What is it missing? Besides more posts from me, eh? I had so much inspiration when I started it, so much planned for it. And I still do…but I lack the motivation to get it done. {blah, THAT would be the issue, wouldn’t it…}

I think part of the problem may be that I’m doing less writing and more editing on my novels right now, so I am feeling burnt out for fresh ideas. I need a spark, something to explode in my face and dazzle me with its brilliance. {Assuming I don’t get freaked out and run away before it can shout out how wonderful it really is.}






I have a very distracted mind. Had I gone to school {rather than be homeschooled} I’m pretty certain I would have been diagnosed with ADHD. Well, at least the hyper part. I am wildly active and it is sidetracking. It keeps me from getting things done because I am always up and down and over here and over there…in my head just as much as in my body.


 
 
I’ve got it! I’m going to start sharing more of my adventures with you! Oh wait… I don’t have any adventures.

Well, that is a lie. I actually do. But they are mostly domestic and are narrated in full detail at My Unicorn Has Wings. I do have some writerly adventures though, so I think I will begin by sharing more of those.

So what are your thoughts?




Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Once Upon a Time... linkup: A Faceoff


Today is my 12th linkup!!! It is kind of strange to think about! I'm glad I decided to start doing this though. It is so much fun.

I rather like this snippet. It comes from In the Shadow, during a very important scene.
 
The setting:
a disobeidient slave
mockery
fear and hatred
 
 
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Word count: 291
Ó Pure Grace


Her smile was brash as he stopped in front of her.
“Ionez,” he said. “What are you doing?”
Ionez grinned innocently. “I came to see if my beloved mistress would care to view the gift her brother bought her.” Since he had caught her, Ionez decided to get as much pleasure out of taunting him as she could.
“And what did she think?” Marcellus’s response caught her off-guard.
Her eyes swerved to the passage behind him. “She was speechless.”
“Good,” he smiled.
“Oh, it was not from pleasure,” Ionez snapped. “She was disgusted.”
“I’m sorry she did not appreciate your beauty. How can I compensate?”
Ionez sputtered with rage. Would things always go wrong with Marcellus? How did he manage to twist her words and make her feel ridiculous? She was supposed to be making him furious, for being there, for mocking him. Instead, he seemed to enjoy listening to her and goaded her on.
“There is no need. I told her exactly what I thought of her ugly face too.”
“I am sure you did,” Marcellus chuckled. “And now are you returning to Brixia?”
Ionez folded her arms. “Is that where you want me?”
“It is where you belong.”
“I belong in Britannica.”
“Nay, you used to belong in Britannica. Now you belong here, in my house.”
“I will never belong here.”
“Perhaps. For now, we would be obliged if you would at least pretend you did."
Ionez was taken aback. He freely admitted she was unhappy here? And he did nothing about it! Anger constricted her throat and she took a step toward him. “I would chop every finger and toe from your body before I would surrender to that!”
“Thank you. Maybe I can do you a favor sometime.”


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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Once Upon a Time... linkup: An Interview


I am so excited!! For the first time, I had two linker's {I know we all know it is not a word, but we all use it so why don't we just add it to the dictionary already, eh?} last week!! And I owe you all an apology for getting this up so late this week... no excuse. I just couldn't get on. :P I guess it is a double good reason this is now open Thursdays too, eh?

This week I am pretty thrilled to be sharing a favorite part of the first book in my Trilogy. It is a scene between one of my two protagonist's and her literal owner. She is a slave. And she has an important message for him. You can see the results below and guess at what is to come... ;) This scene is actually in the works right now, so this is NOT how it will end up. But I'm going to share it like this anyhow, because it's still fun and shows a bit more of my story, an angle you have never seen before. I probably should create a better blurb for this Trilogy than what I have on the About My Novel's page, but I'm not sure how without giving away too much...

Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think of the feeling and how you relate to Merrie.


Setting:
the tablinum {a Roman Senator's study}
the scent of scrolls and ink and sweat
fear
a message that must be delivered
 

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Word count: 579 {yes, I am breaking my own rule, because this section just had to go together...}
Ó Pure Grace
 
“He is dangerous today, Merrie,” Jarius shook his head.
“He is always dangerous,” she whispered.
“There is an oratory to be delivered to the Senate that is irking him. He’s shouted at three slaves this hour. I can’t let you in there. He’ll shred you.”
Merrie smiled. “It doesn’t matter, Jarius. Whether it is now or later, I must speak to him. I’d rather it be now.”
“Very well,” Jarius sighed. “You take your own risk.”
“Aye,” Merrie nodded, mixed elation and dread settling around her shoulders. “I usually do.”
Jarius cleared his throat and went to the door, Merrie stepping behind him. The heady smell of parchment, wine, and sweat filled the tablinum.
“The slave Merrie to see you, Excellence,” Jarius spoke into the chest filled room, and then stepped aside, leaving Merrie vulnerable and slight in the doorway.
Heartbeat thrashing, she took one step forward and chewed at her bottom lip, waiting what seemed a lifetime for Antistius to look up. His stern brow, bent over a length of parchment scrawled with little black words, worked fear into her like she had never known. For seven years, she had avoided this man. And now, of her own choice, here she stood before him. The frown etched deep in the creases of his face flickered up to her, washing her in disapproval, and he scratched at the parchment with his stylus.
“What is it,” he snapped.
Merrie cracked her lips open, dry-mouthed and petrified. It felt like she had swallowed her tongue. A lump the size of a goose’s egg throbbed in her throat, choking her. “My lord, I have–” Merrie sucked in her breath, trying to speak. Fear churned in her belly and the little courage she had mustered slipped between her fingers like water.
“Well,” the Senator’s face cringed with forbidding impatience and he turned back to his oratory.
“I have reason to believe Claudia is in danger, master,” Merrie blurted out, again hating her tactlessness. She had never been blessed with a way with words. She hadn’t needed one. She told the truth, spoke with love, and that was all that had mattered. Now she felt handicapped. It took more than the truth to get around Antistius, Julia, and Claudia.
“Oh, really?” Antistius frowned at his page, ink dripping from his stylus tip onto the table, unheeded. His scowl deepened and he shoved a foot into the floor, hard. Irritation flashed over him and smacked Merrie in the face. She rushed on.
“I–I accidentally overheard a conversation my lord Publius had in the garden with Gauis Baculaius. They are planning on kidnapping her five days from now and forcing her to wed Gauis!”
The Senator jerked a new parchment from a stack at the top of the table and slapped it on top of the last one. “What absurdity!”
“It is no tale, my lord! It is truth.”
Antistius’s last fading benevolence vanished. “This is an endless outrage! How do they expect me to craft such a speech?” He glanced up at Merrie, brows glowering. “Are you still here, girl!” he screamed. “What do you want?”
Merrie gasped, folding her hands in pleading. “Please, will you not help her?”
“I have enough to do without listening to you weep and simper.” Antistius stood up, abruptly. Merrie shrank back, dragging her eyes to the floor as his dark gaze traveled over her. “Get out. I will waste no more time on your petty grievances.”
 
 
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Once Upon a Time... linkup: What If?


It's that time a week again!!! This is the tenth week for the linkup! Woot!!!

I'd like to draw your attention to a new change, as well. From now on, the link is going to be open Wednesday's and Thursday's. Because people have joined the blog from all over the globe, it made it easier for everyone to be able to linkup, since times and dates are off for us all.

So, today's prompt is: what if?

This excerpt is from In the Shadow, book #1 in The Endless Fire Trilogy.

The setting:
the dark of night
internal struggle
a broken past



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Word count: 264
Ó Pure Grace


Merrie rolled over, sweat trickling down her back. Fear wormed its way into her belly. For the first time, Merrie wondered if she would ever gain back her trust. What did she really want anyway? To be free? Or to be loved? Did it matter anymore? What if it didn’t? She was afraid her life was undone. There would be no going back, just as there was no returning to Judea. But just what did that mean?
She wasn’t prepared to think about it.
The hours drew on. Merrie’s breathing was heavy and every muscle knotted. Her eyes felt heavy and a blanket descended upon her mind, foggy. Her head spun, circling over her thoughts like a hungry vulture. Tingling grew in her left arm and she realized it was falling asleep. She rolled over and flexed her hand to loosen the muscles. Eyes pried open, dry and thick, she stared at the dark door where Julia would come.
Merrie woke with a start, panting hard and sweat dripping off her face. Her dreams lingered in the air, dark and eerie. Her father had stood before her, his arms reaching out to her, his mouth open, as if he were trying to form words of comfort and hope, but he could not. Tears had run down his face, palms open to her, his face broken and shoulders weighed down. Because he could not save her. She lay still, choking back the tears that burned the in her throat, when she heard the noise. At once, every muscle in her body tensed. It was time.


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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Once Upon a Time... linkup: Trust


And the linkup is back!!! Not that it was sorely missed by anyone but me, but I do enjoy doing it. There are days when I wonder if this will ever amount to much. But you know, every big company started with a little thing {not that I’m a company. Or a thing. But I’m little and aiming for big…oh, you know, just scratch the analogy}.

Here, this says it better.
 

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So today’s linkup is: trust.

And an introduction.

We all like starting new projects. Me, probably a bit too much. So when Brisa prompted me to start take her up on a small story idea she had…who was I to refuse? Little did I know a small sentence would forge into a massive novel in three minutes. One moment I was humoring a little sister because I love her. The next I was professional writer jerking out my laptop to write down as much as I could before I forgot it. Let’s just say I have a brilliant sister.

Now would be a good time to say that Brisa is my writer’s support group at home. She has read everything I have ever written on the computer, be it blog posts, silly little letters, or my 1200+ page Trilogy. And she has influenced and brought in a great many ideas.

But she’s never sparked a book like this before. She is the first to admit she is not a writer. In fact, she doesn’t want to be. But she loves reading. And she loves watching me write and offering advice. She likes it when I change things because she thought they would be better different. One day, I am going to hire her as a professional editor and pay her. And, no matter where I go, she will always be one of the first to read my books. She will always be one of the first I take advice from. 

So it was a thrill when I discovered she has a talent from introducing great beginning plotlines. I have a thing for the small, intricate life patterns within books. I can create a raw emotion in a character for someone…or even something. Yet there are times when I find giant holes in my overall themes. Or find no themes at all. It’s just trailing emotion after emotion. And while emotion is good, direction is better.

And I found direction Monday.


Introducing:

Asteroid

 
Suspense Fantasy
 


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Setting:
a room of unequal beauty
ancient legend unearthed
father and son
 

Word count: 228
Ó Pure Grace


Xave’s pudgy face grew red with excitement or frustration, Shade couldn’t tell. “The Asteroid of legend! One of the flaming orbs which fell from the sky. It is filled with mineral and leaks into the earth the richness it craves and tempers the atmosphere to produce consistent weather patterns to nourish the ground. Serja is hiding one.”
Shade snorted. “Hogwash. Nothing but fairytales. Your spy’s are lying to you.”
“My spy’s are stupid. But they are not liars. They cannot find the Asteroid. But I do not want them to.”
“You want me to.”
Xave took another mouthful of wine. “No.”
“Am I mistaken then in thinking you want to bring it to Ols?”
“Again, no. I want it. Very much. But I want assurances it will come to me when it is found.”
“And you think you do not have this assurance in me? I am touched, father, by your trust in me.”
Xave looked at him evenly. “Should I?”
“I am your son,” Shade scoffed.
“And a great many other things too. Conqueror of Callion at the moment.”
Shade shoved back his bristling anger and demanded. “Who. Who do you mean to send?”
“Kaden.”
“Kaden?” Shade’s face furrowed. Who in all Ols was Kaden?
“Yes, Kaden, son of Chieftain Litho, of Callion. And you are going with him.”
“Dragon’s fire,” Shade swore, dropping back a step.


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