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Daily Prompt: Lofty

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The lake lapped at the gentle hillsides enclosing it. Not to say it didn’t want to be there, but to tease the sands with cold water and fill the air with soothing notes, perfectly orchestrated to ease memories from the heat of broad daylight. As the sun sinks behind the earth’s shoulder, it lights up the sky with fire beyond what is trapped on our planet, searing the clouds with burnished gold, glowing orange and a dozen shades of red and purple. But the sky never sleeps and in that one mountain lake is reflected all its glory as the night draws on. The moon shows up first, heralding the coming of a silver lights show to be witnessed by any animal gazing upward. The clearness of the night promises a glorious view.

If you walk away from the camp fire you will see for billions of miles into the black sky and the layers of stars spreading beyond what you can imagine. If you let yourself go, you can feel your heart grow wings and fly off into the starlight. No words can capture the majesty of the stars and moon in their dance nor describe what you see when you look at its reflection in the lake.

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A Question of World Building

A derelict cabin, surrounded by trees similar to those that build its walls. One such pine gave up the ghost and collapsed through what was left of the roof and crushed the remains of a split-rail bunk. You don’t dare go in for fear of the roof collapsing, but the walls will likely stand long after you’re dead. After all, four square(ish) corners have upheld a hundred winter snows already.

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It’s still free.

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Fillip bowed his head and pulled off the necklace. He hadn’t wanted to wear it, but he didn’t have much choice. It had taken a great deal of will power to put something so dangerous on his person, (an action none of his family had encouraged.) He dropped it on the bar, near the governor’s hand.

The governor picked it up and fingered it gently, realizing it was a precious gem, but not the incredible power locked within. “Why is this so special?”

“It’s a magical gem,” Fillip said with no small hesitation. “It belongs to her family and her people, but she is unable to even touch it.” Continue reading

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The Final Confounded

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There’s a lot of excitement connected with writing. A firewood splitting redneck can become the master of men’s fates… elves’ fates… dragon’s fates… Everything put to paper is alive and breathing. Monsters under the bed become real with the most powerful skill we humans possess:  Continue reading

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Confounding: The Sequel

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Yesterday I proudly presented a teaser from Book 1 and hopefully you all got a giggle or two out of it. Today you’ll get to see a favorite scene of mine from Book 2The Stones of Caron, What Time Handed Them. Be warned, “favorite scene of mine” is a dangerous phrase coming from an author.

… With a series of feints, one elf lured the Nashi forward one at a time into the slashing blades of another. Only four attackers fell into the well-laid trap, and the rest managed a ruse to break the elves into fractions by lashing out with two flails, hidden until they were needed. With only Emmet’s small shield, the elves couldn’t stand up to flails and

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