What if

What if…The sky was green, cats took over the government, my betta fish locked me out of the house? No, not really. I’m just being strange because I have a scene in my head that I can’t write yet. Or, maybe I could and put it away for later.What if Phillipe signed on with Lord Winterbrook (or some one) to help catch a pirate, or pirates in general, with the aim of getting ‘Than and bringing her to Rennic? I can see it very clearly and it works, it would just delay things by degrees.I’m also thinking of making ‘Than 18 at the beginning of the story instead of 17, because it would give her time to establish her reputation, allow Milena/Rhiannon to be just a little bit older–and possibly sentient instead of a piece of furniture, let Derian be 20 instead of 19 at the beginning of the story, and give me just a little less time to spend between the beginning and the hanging. I think I’m going to go off and talk to myself and perhaps the potted pine tree for a while…

Rain. Again.

Worked on scenes with Deirdre getting very cold and wet while robbing a coach on the highway. I hope no one accuses me of being autobiographical with that one. I didn’t rob any coaches, but the ride home last night on my bike was miserable. I would almost rather have snow, like Zag. This business of cold and wet or moderate cool with really cold rain is just…well…awful.

A Study in Contrasts

The pack closed around him, bocking her vision with a solid wall of muscle and fur. She heard the snarling snap of teeth and wet sound of rending flesh. Fear, bile, and blood burned in her throat.


‘And now, the ordeal,’ Derian thought as he put his crutch aside and sat down.

The dining hall was lit with candles. Dozens of them burned from wall sconces or from filligreed plates positioned between place settings on the long table. Their light burnished ivory linen and Roman glass…