Scene: Inside of the house, Anastasia looks at the sword. She picks it up.
Scene: Hobbes is reading from the book, desperately moving pages back and forth trying to find the right spell.
Scene: There is a mighty spell, and a ghastly hand reaches out from the house.
Scene: Andrasta looks worried.
Scene: The hand comes closer.
Scene: Andrastda enters a fighting stance.
Scene: The hand opens and reaches for her.
Scene: Andrasta moves to strike and misses.
Scene: The hand slaps her on the wrist.
Scene: Distant shot from the house, where HObbes makes non dialog specific sounds of frustration and annoyance.
Scene: Andrasta smiles and seems more confident and walks up to the porch.
Scene: The door opens up and Anastasia is there, holding the sword.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Monday, January 4, 2016
A change of cities
The letters from EP Blingermeyer had become rather frightening. I was getting pretty good at this Astral Projection thing, and now he was asking for something he never had before. He wanted me to physically travel with him to another world. He was prepared to tell me whatever horrific thing he did to accomplish this, and while I knew there were ways to accomplish this, I knew at this point that most of them were not good. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
I made one of my frequent trips to the French Quarter and stopped by the Tattered Library, the used bookstore I kept reading a bit at a time when the proprietor looked at me differently, their one good eye open and scrutinizing me. "You've changed," she asked, her dark lips pursing thoughtfully, "Something different about you." Her husband had been the one who had been letting me see a page at a time, and I was under the impression she was the reason he had been so reluctant.
"How'd you like to keep that book?" She asked.
My interest immediately piqued. I had to admit I was obsessed with it. I wasn't sure why. Ever since TC had channeled the stories of the Heliotrope book, I was anxious to know more about the world that literally lay right next to my own. I knew more about the strange and frankly monsterous world you call home than I did about the legendary creatures right next door. "I...might be." My words were coy but my tone was desperate.
She laughed at my attempt at subterfuge and said,"Then you have to choose."
"Choose...what?"
"Who you going to work for. Blingermeyer...or me."
I blinked. This was not the way I had expected this conversation to go. "Um...do you have dental?"
Now she positively cackled though it was a warm throaty thing, filled with high pitched benevolence. "Yes, we work with teeth. And we pay well Mr Ticks. Very well." She put a put a bag of gold coins on the table. At current exchange rates that was easily two years pay. Well, anywhere but Texas, Oklahoma or Fresno.
"You have my attention. What would I do for you? Tour guide suits me but something-"
For the first time, her laugh became derisive. "That bridge to everywhere and nowhere? We have better ways of getting around Mr. Ticks. No, we'd want you to read the books we give you and keep up your...unusual arrangement with TC. Yes, we know about him, we know a lot of things."
"I..." I would have done that anyway. "What's the catch?"
"You need to move. Blingermeyer is bad news. Very bad news. You'd have to set up residence somewhere else."
Now I was upset. I loved my home. TC might be a tumbleweed driving on the wind, but I'd lived in the Bouyou my whole live. "Where?" I asked.
"Magica."
That was another name for Miami, just like some anti romantics still called Terminus Atlanta. It was too hot for my taste. I started to say no when she put a second bag of gold on the table.
"That's not all Mr Ticks," she said, not laughing at all anymore,"You already sense something wrong about how Blingermeyer moves between worlds. You're right. And you won't be able to tell him no if you stay. You want to keep your soul? Work for us?"
I told her I had to think about it. I went home. Dark formless shapes haunted my dreams, and I felt something terrible enter it...something nightmarish...and IT was warning me as well. There were horrific consequences for staying, consequences I couldn't even imagine. I woke in a sheen of sweat to the point that my mouth was dry and my gut was heaving.
I had to get out of there. So gold coins, books and a small family model T full of my remaining possessions, I headed south.
I have a new employer it seems.
I made one of my frequent trips to the French Quarter and stopped by the Tattered Library, the used bookstore I kept reading a bit at a time when the proprietor looked at me differently, their one good eye open and scrutinizing me. "You've changed," she asked, her dark lips pursing thoughtfully, "Something different about you." Her husband had been the one who had been letting me see a page at a time, and I was under the impression she was the reason he had been so reluctant.
"How'd you like to keep that book?" She asked.
My interest immediately piqued. I had to admit I was obsessed with it. I wasn't sure why. Ever since TC had channeled the stories of the Heliotrope book, I was anxious to know more about the world that literally lay right next to my own. I knew more about the strange and frankly monsterous world you call home than I did about the legendary creatures right next door. "I...might be." My words were coy but my tone was desperate.
She laughed at my attempt at subterfuge and said,"Then you have to choose."
"Choose...what?"
"Who you going to work for. Blingermeyer...or me."
I blinked. This was not the way I had expected this conversation to go. "Um...do you have dental?"
Now she positively cackled though it was a warm throaty thing, filled with high pitched benevolence. "Yes, we work with teeth. And we pay well Mr Ticks. Very well." She put a put a bag of gold coins on the table. At current exchange rates that was easily two years pay. Well, anywhere but Texas, Oklahoma or Fresno.
"You have my attention. What would I do for you? Tour guide suits me but something-"
For the first time, her laugh became derisive. "That bridge to everywhere and nowhere? We have better ways of getting around Mr. Ticks. No, we'd want you to read the books we give you and keep up your...unusual arrangement with TC. Yes, we know about him, we know a lot of things."
"I..." I would have done that anyway. "What's the catch?"
"You need to move. Blingermeyer is bad news. Very bad news. You'd have to set up residence somewhere else."
Now I was upset. I loved my home. TC might be a tumbleweed driving on the wind, but I'd lived in the Bouyou my whole live. "Where?" I asked.
"Magica."
That was another name for Miami, just like some anti romantics still called Terminus Atlanta. It was too hot for my taste. I started to say no when she put a second bag of gold on the table.
"That's not all Mr Ticks," she said, not laughing at all anymore,"You already sense something wrong about how Blingermeyer moves between worlds. You're right. And you won't be able to tell him no if you stay. You want to keep your soul? Work for us?"
I told her I had to think about it. I went home. Dark formless shapes haunted my dreams, and I felt something terrible enter it...something nightmarish...and IT was warning me as well. There were horrific consequences for staying, consequences I couldn't even imagine. I woke in a sheen of sweat to the point that my mouth was dry and my gut was heaving.
I had to get out of there. So gold coins, books and a small family model T full of my remaining possessions, I headed south.
I have a new employer it seems.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Grenademan Vs the Zombies
This podcast is cursed....but we are still going for now. The echo in this and chapter 16 is untenebal but we will still go every other week for now.
Friday, January 1, 2016
[Writer Stuff] Fiona Skye
While I reserve Monday to post my status as well, Fridays I am going to try and post useful writer tips, resources or inspirational material. Because I wrote the review fairly recently, I'm including it again here for the audiobook of Fiona's here. Fiona has been the editor of a few of my short stories, Grenademan vs The Zombies and also Forever West.
Her website is here.
Her good reads site is here.
And her twitter is here.
Why you should care: As a reader, her books are quite interesting.
As a writer, you should care for two reasons; three actually. First, because she is an excellent example of "Donna Do" as compared to "Donna Don't" and shows the best steps a rising author who can actually sell things should follow. Second, she is an excellent editor for beginning writers because she is one, she is very cheap for the skill level she brings to the table, and because she is willing to call your bullshit for what it is while also offering very real positive praise for the work just when you need it. And third, because smart writers network very well and she can teach you a lot about how to do it (also see point one).
Her website is here.
Her good reads site is here.
And her twitter is here.
Why you should care: As a reader, her books are quite interesting.
As a writer, you should care for two reasons; three actually. First, because she is an excellent example of "Donna Do" as compared to "Donna Don't" and shows the best steps a rising author who can actually sell things should follow. Second, she is an excellent editor for beginning writers because she is one, she is very cheap for the skill level she brings to the table, and because she is willing to call your bullshit for what it is while also offering very real positive praise for the work just when you need it. And third, because smart writers network very well and she can teach you a lot about how to do it (also see point one).
Thursday, December 31, 2015
[Script] Legacy of Hope - Page 8
Scene: The sun sets over an interesting residential street. IT is shown from several angles.
Scene: Hobbes looks nervously through the window.
Scene: Andrasta walking down the middle of the street. Utterly unarmed. Street Lights come on.
Scene: Hobbes sees her and gasps.
Scene: Close up of Hobbes' eye going wide from fear.
Scene: Close up of one side of Andrasta's lips as it ticks up in a half smirk.
Scene: Inside of the house, Hobbes goes and fetches a spell book, and begins rifling through the pages.
Scene: Fog slowly begins to roil in front of the house as Andrasta walks onto the lawn.
Scene: Three demons slowly rise up out of the fog and challenge Andrastada. One of them immediately charges. She eagle claws its eye and then tears into its throat where a great deal of blood spills out. The other two look at each other. They attack at the same time, She grabs one by the arm, seemingly breaking it in two while it howls in pain, the other one swings around her from behind and grabs her arms. The second one begins to punch her stomach and cracks her ribs. She lifts both of her legs into the air, kicks them down and cracks both legs on the demon holding her, massive amounts of blood spilling out as it lands on the ground. The demon who had been attacking her runs, and there is a scream off camera.
Scene: All three demons disolve into mist.
Scene: Hobbes looks nervously through the window.
Scene: Andrasta walking down the middle of the street. Utterly unarmed. Street Lights come on.
Scene: Hobbes sees her and gasps.
Scene: Close up of Hobbes' eye going wide from fear.
Scene: Close up of one side of Andrasta's lips as it ticks up in a half smirk.
Scene: Inside of the house, Hobbes goes and fetches a spell book, and begins rifling through the pages.
Scene: Fog slowly begins to roil in front of the house as Andrasta walks onto the lawn.
Scene: Three demons slowly rise up out of the fog and challenge Andrastada. One of them immediately charges. She eagle claws its eye and then tears into its throat where a great deal of blood spills out. The other two look at each other. They attack at the same time, She grabs one by the arm, seemingly breaking it in two while it howls in pain, the other one swings around her from behind and grabs her arms. The second one begins to punch her stomach and cracks her ribs. She lifts both of her legs into the air, kicks them down and cracks both legs on the demon holding her, massive amounts of blood spilling out as it lands on the ground. The demon who had been attacking her runs, and there is a scream off camera.
Scene: All three demons disolve into mist.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
[Script] Legacy of Hope - Page 7
Scene: Close up of a child's drawing of a wizard calling down lightning and fire.
Voice Over: The mighty wizard defeated the evil grandmother in a titanic battle.
Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes drugging the Andrasta's drink.
Voice Over: He barely survived with his life.
Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes and Mordenkenen chuckle as they pay off the doctor.
Voice Over: And then he raised the rightful heir to the sword in the way of truth and justice.
Scene: Close up of a child's drawing with Hobbes and Anastasia and the sword.
Scene: Close up child's drawing of an evil grandmother in a cage raging at bars.
Scene: (Sepia) Andastra looking out the window crying..
Voice Over: The mighty wizard defeated the evil grandmother in a titanic battle.
Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes drugging the Andrasta's drink.
Voice Over: He barely survived with his life.
Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes and Mordenkenen chuckle as they pay off the doctor.
Voice Over: And then he raised the rightful heir to the sword in the way of truth and justice.
Scene: Close up of a child's drawing with Hobbes and Anastasia and the sword.
Scene: Close up child's drawing of an evil grandmother in a cage raging at bars.
Scene: (Sepia) Andastra looking out the window crying..
Saturday, December 26, 2015
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