Saturday, August 9, 2014
Plots of #WasteandStorms
The series focuses on three main plots. The first is a threat of a evil god that was thought to have died years ago to a cloaked figure. The second focuses on a war between four kingdoms to take control of Sentos. The third is plotted on a young boy's marriage and hearing of the loss of his uncle, a traitor, and his taking back of the continent.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Excerpt from A Battle of Crowns- Book 1 of A Era of Waste and Storms
Lonny
I
Swords
clashed and Lonny Flaher applauded. He was 14 years old. He would be
a man in a night. Finally, he would be able to rule Sentos on his
own. His mother was.... oh gods..... terrible and embarrassing
because she mothered many bastards not even from his own father nor
mother. For years kids called him Bastard Boy and Unpure.
The taunters heads were off in a blink.
“Mother.
Let me in. I have Justice's Keep, made from Franker Steel, the
sharpest of its kind.” Lonny begged.
Sword
tore into flesh. The challenger burped up blood and fell to the
ground.
“No
Lonny. You may get hurt.” Queen Maisie Logen said.
“Why
would anyone hurt their king?”
“They
would.”
Lonny
shut his mouth and for the longest of time, there was no talking,
only the sound of metal clanking against cement rocks from the
corpse. Then there was “I, Lonny Flaher, Lord of the Five, and
protector of Sentos,” Lonny looked at his mother, who was shaking
her head disapprovaly. “Will challenge the next person who comes
forth.”
The
crowd murmured.
Then
a man's voice. All raspy and such. “I, the Cliff on the ground,
will challenge the king.” The Cliff was 6 feet tall, but a half
foot shorter than Lonny. He was Justin Sernat, the first of his name,
and head of the Guarders of the King.
“Good
luck standing to Justice's Keep, Ser Cliff. This sword is made
of the sharpest steel in all of Sentos.”
“Sentos
must be very lucky then m'lord.” The giant man said.
“Sentos
is.” Lonny said and buried his sword in Ser Cliff's chest. Cliff
coughed, red spittle flying out of his mouth. He then fell to the
ground, and looked at the King.
“Do
it quick your grace.” The dying ser said.
“I'll
be glad to.” Lonny replied and with a whoosh, Ser Cliff's
head was off and rolling. He shat his pants as soon as he died.
Applause.
“That
was..... surprising, son.” Maisie said with cold sweat.
“I
know you're scared mother,” Lonny explained. “But I am still your
boy king.”
“Let's
just enjoy your name day.” Maisie exclaimed.
The
feast had begun. There was jalapenos and grahams, pies and pasties,
soup and eggs, liver and sausage. There was herring and cod and
salmon.
“Wine!
Cupbearer!” Maisie yelled.
The
cupbearer slipped some dozy circles into the wine and Maisie drank a
flagon. She yelled for more.
Soon.
She was tired and went to bed. She woke as she was about to be
reunited with her husband Robert.
“Who
is waking me at this hour?” She said. A figure in a cloak walked in
with a dagger.
“Wha-”
She never finished. Queen Maisie felt cold steel on her throat, then
pain, and finally warmth, oh the warmth was good to her.
Lonny
then walked in. “Mother?” He whimpered. He turned towards the
assassin. He lunged at him, grabbed Justice's Keep, and
beheaded him.
He
then stood there in blood. He never moved until dawn, when he
realized it was real.
And
we danced, all around
'till
we were the only ones left standing
And
we fought, until the end
Until
we shed blood in the ending
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