Character Bible Rin and Girey Part One

Oct20

(From here)

Basic Questions
What is your full name? What name do you go by?
Arienyankarina, Rin
(Ah-reen-nyan-kar-in-nuah)
Do you have any other nicknames? Where did they come from?
Ariena – standard shortening of long names in my country
(Ah-reen-na)
What is your age?
I have had twenty-five birthdays
What is your birthday?
I was born in the rainy season, on the first day the rain came as water and not snow.
Where are you from?
Lannamer, the capital of Calenta
Where are you living now?
Oniarika, a city on the Bitrani-Calenyen border

Basic Questions
What is your full name? What name do you go by?
Girey Tel Darion, son of Fenry Ron Darion, king of Bithrain
Do you have any other nicknames? Where did they come from?
Prince, your lordship, your highness
What is your age?
Twenty-three
What is your birthday?
The first festival of Veignevar in the hot seasons
Where are you from?
The capital of Bithrain
Where are you living now?
Oniarika, a city on the Bitrani-Calenyen border

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Read me! Two new anthologies out!

Oct20

Dark fantasy in a rust belt noir setting. Cheerful monster hunters dealing with family problems. These two stories could not be more different – except that I wrote them both.

Another body goes missing. A cop seeks an ancient story.

It’s one thing telling your family you’re a couple. It’s another one telling them you hunt monsters.

And the supernatural creeps in to even the most mundane situations…

Read Lifeblood of the City, now in Bloodlines, and We Wish You a Merry Christmas, now in Do You Feel What I Feel. I hope you enjoy them!

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When you see this, post three lines from three wips you have

Oct19

From scribble-myname

Lines picked from where I left off

“Creepy.” Cynara stared at the barn, at the lift slowly lowering the Jeep, at the warehouse they were coming down into. “This is not exactly inspiring any confidence in this Adder’s Who—”

“Addergoole.” Luke Hunting-Hawk was not the most talkative of travel companions, and he clearly didn’t want to be out here hauling her in.

“I wonder if you can test them for aether use? I wonder what you’d call it, then, if you wanted to be accurate? Natural aetherics? Hunh, you’d think they’d already call it that, then.”

“You gonna eat or you gonna sit there and whine all morning? I’m sure the schmuck in the next cell over will eat your breakfast with pleasure.”

Cell. They’d said cell.

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A Matron of Honor Speech for @CaprioxB and @Talikan

Oct18

When I wrote this for [twitter.com profile] Capriox_B & [twitter.com profile] talikan yesterday, I told Cap I was having trouble keeping Addergoole and other inappropriate things out of it. So here’s the speech, with a few [additions]. All my love to both of them once again.

[twitter.com profile] Capriox_B and I grew up just a few blocks from each other – so close that when her cows get out, they trim my parents’ bushes!

And yet we didn’t meet – didn’t even know each other existed – until we happened on each other in an online forum. [Mei-Lin Miranda’s, as a matter of fact. And from there to Twitter and Strong Heart and the Addergoole game, to Howard and Magnolia and Christmas Eve at Tim Horton’s, and tends of thousands of words of online roleplay…]

Life is funny like that. An icon on a screen, a name on a road, and all of a sudden, I’m surrounded by goats, hanging out with someone that, by chance and coincidence, has turned into one of my best friends.

And when you’re friends, you want your friends to be happy. Really, truly happy.

So when Cap brought [twitter.com profile] talikan to meet me – brought him for me to check out – I took it seriously. So I watched. And I was very pleased to see that yes, [twitter.com profile] talikan makes my friend very very happy.

He was clever enough to fit himself into her life. He was smart enough to ask her. And he was fast enough to beat her to the punch.

And so we are lucky enough to be here today, to be witness to – and a part of – their happiness.

<3<3<3

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New Patreon and Twitter picture – thanks to a fun weekend

Oct12

This weekend, I went on a wine tour (my first like official, someone-else-drives, lots-of-people wine tour) for a co-worker’s birthday, and she took pictures of me I actually like!

And thus my [twitter.com profile] thornewrites (twitter) and Patreon have shiny new pictures of me.

In blue, of course. Because blue.

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Asta’s Journal

Oct11

Aunt Asta's journal.png

A Patreon bonus, written because I conceived of it while working on another story & it explained a few things about Asta, free for all readers~

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Asta’s Journal, a fragment

Oct11

June 7, 1942

I have joined the WAAC, despite argument from every aunt, grandmother, great-aunt and casual adult female relation I have (and the ten percent of the male relations brave enough to voice an opinion on our family, including my father, my uncle Thomas, and the strange Uncle West, who should say nothing, as he is also enlisting).

I have joined for several reasons, not the least nor greatest of which is to remove myself for a time from the authority of said aunts, grandmothers, and other such relations. The more important reasons, however, are patriotic and, as always, familial: I cannot stay home while nephews, brothers, and cousins are enlisting, and I have no children, no husband, and, if the family has anything to say about it, no prospects of either. So I will help serve our country, and I hope perhaps in doing so that I will be able to provide some auxiliary help to our men in uniform, as they say.

The family is angry, of course, because they have rested all of their hopes on me. Ardelia is already married. Suzanne is already on her second child. And while Beatrix is not yet married, nobody believes she can spark enough to light a candle, much less carry the family.

If I am to be aunt, as it seems I will be, I will make certain the family does not repeat that mistake. There are so many female children. They should all know if they can carry the weight, long before it comes to the point where they are running away to join the army…

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The Prisoner was Filthy (A continuation)

Oct10

after The Prisoner Would Not Relent, and he Would Not Speak

The bath attendants moved around the prisoner, their cloths wiping off layers of dirt and blood. The woman stood in front of him, unmoving, her gaze locked on him.

It seemed to the bath attendants that the two of them stayed like that, in silence, for forever. By the slow removal of the filth from the prisoner’s skin, it was less than a quarter hour.

She spoke first. That was both meet and unsurprising. She spoke in her own language, too – also as was correct. The building they were in and everyone and everything in it, all of that belonged to her.

“I understand why my father failed.”

He said nothing, simply tilted his head to one side. She smiled in response, a humorless expression her attendants knew well.

“Strength. Your people value strength.” She held one hand above his bicep, and then pushed away in negation. “To look at you, to look at your family – my father assumed that you valued strength of body. I imagine you do. It is one road to true strength.”

The bath attendants did not pretend to understand, but they listened nonetheless. They were not forbidden to gossip, after all.

The prisoner smiled. At first, it was a small thing, but it grew into a grin. He made a noise, and all but the bravest attendant jumped back. He might be bound and collared, but they had seen what had happened to those who had bound him.

The noise turned into a chuckle. The bath attendants waited, cautiously, until their liege gestured them forward. Then, although they were all still frightened, they resumed their long job of cleaning the grime off the prisoner.

The prisoner’s laughter stopped. He spoke three words in his own tongue, and then, with a polite nod at the attendant in front of him, spoke again in their language. “Strength, indeed, Queen Quedra.”

She nodded her head, the closest to a bow a Queen should ever make. “So, there will now be peace between our nations, King Hadrio.”

The prisoner nodded. “It is all in your hands.”

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The Aunt Family Tree Updated

Oct9

In honor of this month’s theme being The Aunt Family, I’ve updated the family tree as I read through the old Eva stories.

The Aunt Family, updated. Aunts in orange, women in pink, men in green.

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