Off and writing

Well, I am off for a while. I have returned to the sequel. I took time off. I don’t really know why; I wasn’t stuck or anyrhing like that. I guess I just needed time away.

Anyway, I am back at it. Here is the Prologue:

Prologue

Keri looked contemptuously at Gerek.

It was a mistake to escort the Dwaran. Such a loathsome creature.

Keri called it a Dwaran, for there was no name for a creature such as he before, after this venture, she hoped she never would see another like it again. The half-human and half-dwarf mix made for a creature that, in her opinion, was an abomination. A little taller than a lad, his hands and feet were too big for his body. In fact, everything about him seemed wrong he had a crooked nose, a patchy beard, his crooked teeth were yellow and brown, his breath was sour with the rank odor of gouk, a thick leaf weed for chewing. He wore a cap to cover his balding head, he wore travel pants, shirt and tunic. His looks were not the only aspect which Keri abhor Gerek. To make matters worse, he barely washed himself the resulting stench was too much for Keri to bear. Most annoying thing for Keri were none of these. No, she could tolerate his appearance, she had seen many strange creatures in her many travels; no, it wasn’t his looks that irritated her most, its constant bickering and droning on and on. Since Keri agreed to escorted Gerek through the Dark Lands three weeks ago, he had not shut-up. His constant whining and bickering began to irritate her. She despised him. For Keri, this was the final insult.

What has become of the world, when creatures such as this are deemed of such importance? In her experience, it was one’s actions and deeds that determined whether one was a great leader, or not.

Keri shook her head disapprovingly.

Keri’s rough exterior was a result of her being a woman in a man’s world. The cutthroat existence that was customary of the roamers. Her black hair grew mid-way down her back which she often wore up tucking her tresses under her hat; she had an oval face with a small, dainty nose, brown eyes, and a wide mouth with thick lips. She was medium built, lean and muscular, she was stronger than she appeared earning her place as leader of her tribe.

Keri was Chief of her people. For the most part, her people considered her a respectable leader. Her expectations of others where high; though no higher than that she placed on herself. She could be quick to temper, especially when irritated; she knew to keep her anger in check. She was not one who acted out of anger. Her people considered her a fair and just leader. One who listened to her people and contemplated her next move before making any decisions before.

Keri regretted her current decision to guide Gerek and his men through Toirmait, or “The Dark Lands,” as it was known by outsiders. The lands were hers; to her and her people, these were sacred lands. The Shaemis kept its secrets.

The Dark Lands, Gerek now knew why people oft referred to this territory by that name. The land was barren, nothing grew in these parts: Charred trees and shrubs were all that remained, they scattered sparsely across the great expanse in a patchy form. The sky was with dark and grey with stratus clouds. Gerek and his men struggled under its gloom. Gerek knew of the dangers within the boundaries of The Dark Lands. Bogs of poisonous gases and water, quicksand and sinkholes, Gorgens and Snarecaps beasts of man-eating flesh. These traps lay scattered the countryside making their trek to Kirell even more dangerous. This was unmapped territory. Gerek relied on Keri’s lead to guide their way safely through the dangers, and for this, he paid her well.

Keri gazed at Gerek and his men, “Hurry up you slugs. It is almost night; we must be there before sunset.”

You cannot believe what fate awaits us if we delay much longer. If you believe you have paid a great price with the loss of half your men, if you do not hurry, we will all surely die.

Gerek shivered, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He looked to his left, then to his right, and finally turned to the rear.

Nothing.

He chuckled to himself, You dunce, why are you being so foolish?

Still he could not shake the feeling they were being watched.

Gerek promised the men a share of the great treasure to secure their services.

Thieves and scoundrels the lot of them.

Gerek cared not whether they survived this quest or not. He only cared only to acquire The Cau.

The company marched cautiously onward. Occasionally, Keri backtracked before continuing in a different direction; she rarely explained herself to the others mumbling to herself before moving onward.

By sunset, Gerek spied a structure in the distance. Kirell, the Temple of Kael – The Destroyer. They had arrived. Gerek shoved his way forward as he raced toward the entrance of shrine.

Keri lit four torches distributing them to Gerek, two hirelings, and herself. Gerek and Keri took the lead, while the other two men covered their rear. Down and down, and down they went. The walls in the stairway were damp and grimy. They slowed their pace lest they fall off the side to their death. Once at the bottom, Gerek ordered his men to stay.

Gerek and Keri weaved through the corridors until the reach the inner-most chamber.

There ahead stood a statue of two figures, the first figure and the shorter of the two was struggling to reach and grasp the object in the taller figure’s hand.

Keri witnessed the exhibit.

It is as if they were imprisoned for all eternity. What a terrible way to go.

Gerek rushed over to seize the orb.

“Wait you fool,” hissed Keri.

Gerek snarled, “You only wish the prize for yourself.”

Gerek seized the stone from Kael likeness. The stone flared to life. He cringed in pain; the fire began to burn within the palm of his hand.

Gerek realized his mistake too late. Try as he might, he could not shake the stone loose. The fire continued to burn and burn. Gerek shrieked with pain. The fire intensified until it consumed Gerek. He wailed a final time.

The stone dropped to the floor, and Gerek was no more.

Keri grinned smugly.

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My goaI is to continue writing in the evenings and weekends until I complete the first draft.

It feels good to be back at it. In the next few weeks, I will have news that I hope will excite my readers further.

—Robert Confiant  October 2018

 

Story outlines

Although I am on Chapter 8 of the sequel to my first YA Sci-Fi/Fantasy series, I had yet to complete the story outline… I just have. I know roughly where the story is going and how it will end.

story outlines

Some writers don’t utilize a story outline, while other writers rely on this tool. For my first story, I created the character Jenna and I had a beginning and an end with nothing to tie the start with the finally. The outline came a bit later. I found it useful.

The thing about story outlines, in my experience, is they are never written in stone. Chapters change or get deleted or rearranged. Characters develop or get deleted, or they are killed off (Yes, kill those little darlings). Plot lines likewise change; they get written, they get rearranged within the story or deleted all together. The craft of writing is a dynamic process (at least in my experience).

I am writing that is the key. It has taken over for the next little while. I am excited. It feels good.
—Robert Confiant 28 May 2018

Lendaw Series Book 2: Dragon Fire

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Prologue

Keri looked contemptuously at Gerek.

It was a mistake to escort the Dwaran. Such a loathe some creature.

Keri called it a Dwaran, for there was no name for a creature such as he before, she hoped she never would again. The half-human and half-dwarf mix was horrible to look upon. A little taller than a lad, his hands and feet were too big for his body. In fact, everything about him seemed wrong he had a crooked nose, a patchy beard, his crooked teeth were yellow and brown, his breath was sour with the rank odor of gouk – a thick leaf weed for chewing. He wore a cap to cover his balding head, he wore travel pants, shirt and tunic. His looks were not the only aspect which Keri abhor Gerek. To make matters worse, he barely washed himself the resulting stench was too much for Keri to bear. Most annoying thing for Keri were none of these. No, she could tolerate his appearance, she had seen many strange creatures in her travels – No, it wasn’t his looks that irritated her most, it constant bickering and droning on and on. Since Keri agreed to escorted Gerek through the Dark Lands three weeks ago, he had not shut-up. His constant whining and bickering began to irritate her. She despised him. For Keri, this was the final insult.

What has become of the world, when creatures such as this are deemed of such importance? Actions and deeds speak louder than words.

Keri shook her head disapprovingly.

Keri’s rough exterior was a result of her being a woman in a man’s world. The cutthroat existence that was customary of the roamers. Her black hair grew mid-way down her back which she often wore up tucking her tresses under her hat; she had an oval face with a small, dainty nose, brown eyes, and a wide mouth with thick lips. She was medium built, lean and muscular, she was stronger than she appeared earning her place as leader of her tribe.

Keri was Chief of her people. For the most part, her people considered her a respectable leader. Her expectations of others where high though no higher than that she placed on herself. She could be quick to temper, especially when irritated, though she held her anger in check. She was not one who acted out of anger. Her people considered her a fair and just leader. One who listened to her people before deciding her next move.

Keri regretted her current decision to guide Gerek and his men through Toirmait, or “The Dark Lands,” as it was known by outsiders. The lands were hers; to her and her people these were sacred lands. The Shaemis kept its secrets.

The Dark Lands, Gerek now knew why people oft referred to this territory by that name. The land was barren, nothing grew in these parts. Charred trees and shrubs were all that remained, they scattered sparsely across the great expanse in a patchy form. The sky was with dark and grey with stratus clouds. Gerek and his men struggled under its gloom. Gerek knew of the dangers within the boundaries of The Dark Lands: Bogs of poisonous gases and water, quicksand and sinkholes, gorgens and snarecaps beasts of man-eating flesh. These traps lay scattered the countryside making their trek to Kirell even more dangerous. This was uncharted territory. Gerek relied on Keri’s lead to guide their way safely through the dangers, and for this, he paid her well.

Keri gazed at Gerek and his men, “Hurry up you slugs. It is almost night; we must be there before sunset.”

You cannot believe what fate awaits us if we delay much longer. You have paid a great price – the loss of half your men. If you do not hurry, we will all surely die.

Gerek shivered, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He looked to his left, then to his right and next to the rear.

Nothing.

He chuckled to himself, You dunce, why are you being so foolish?

Still he could not shake the feeling they were being watched.

Gerek promised the men a share of the great treasure to secure their services.

Thieves and scoundrels the lot of them.

Gerek cared not whether they survived this quest or not. He only cared only to acquire The Cau.

The company marched cautiously onward. Occasionally, Keri backtracked before continuing in a different direction; she rarely explained herself to the others mumbling to herself before moving onward.

By sunset, Gerek spied a structure in the distance. Kirell, the Temple of Kael: The Destroyer. They had arrived. Gerek shoved his way forward as he raced toward the entrance of shrine.

Keri lit four torches distributing them to Gerek, two hirelings, and herself. Gerek and Keri took the lead, while the other two men covered their rear. Down and down, and down they went. The walls in the stairway were damp and grimy. They slowed their pace lest they fall off the side to their death. Once at the bottom, Gerek ordered his men to stay.

Gerek and Keri weaved through the corridors until the reach the inner-most chamber.

The statue was of two figures; the shorter of whom was struggling to reach and grasp the object in the taller figure’s hand.

Keri witnessed the exhibit.

It is as if they were imprisoned for all eternity. What a terrible way to go.

Gerek rushed over to seize the orb.

“Wait you fool,” hissed Keri.

Gerek snarled, “You only wish the prize for yourself.”

Gerek seized the stone from Kael likeness. The stone flared to life. He cringed in pain; the fire began to burn within the palm of his hand.

Gerek realized his mistake too late. Try as he might, he could not shake the stone loose. The fire continued to burn, and burn. Gerek shrieked with pain. The fire intensified until it consumed Gerek. He wailed a final time.

The stone dropped to the floor, and Gerek was no more.

Keri grinned smugly.

I will be starting Chapter 8 today (I have a few errands and chores to do. It is my Sunday).
—Robert Confiant 27 May 2018

 

I have been busy writing

I’ve been away for a bit. I have been busy writingI have been working on my first book with re-editing. I published it before, but it was disastrous. I hope one day soon to get it edited properly and republish it again. Hopefully, republishing it at a cheaper cost.

In the meantime, I have re-started writing the sequel called, “Dragon Fire.” I am almost a third of the way through the second book. I hope to complete the first draft no later than the end of fall, then I will need a few “first readers” to destroy the heck out of it.

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I am in the “writing zone.” I haven’t stopped writing for three weeks now. I cannot post here everyday; however, I will try to post here at least two or three times a week.

For now, I will get back to the book.

Sorry for this post being short and sweet this time.
—Robert Confiant 20 May 2018

Weekend game plan

It’s the weekend; it is time to recharge. I will do the usual chores, so I won’t have to do them tomorrow, then the rest of the day will be mine to do as I please.

I re-read Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda again (it took me two days). I am glad I did, I missed, or forgot curtain details. I finished it late last night.

I am thinking about getting back to my second novel Dragon Fire, Lendaw Series: Book 2. I have been away from it too long. It is about time I get back to it with the goal of completing the novel before the end of the year. If I have any ideas for the third and final book in the series, I will note these ideals along the way.

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As you can witness, I have step down from the ledge of the emotional turmoil of the week. I hope you all enjoy your weekend. After I deal with the condo and my laundry, I will be enjoying my time off.
—Robert Confiant 7 April 2018

 

Snippets of Lendaw Series Book 2

I am writing again. I stopped because of the move and my up coming marriage, but I am back at it again.

Here are some snippets:

 

A breeze filled the room. It grew stronger and stronger. It whirled about the party of four. Still it grew faster and faster and they were gone.
The room stood empty.

With a whooshing sound, the foursome landed.
Cáel collapsed, with a thud, to the ground the doorway closed behind them. Jenna dropped her things and she reached for Cáel. For a moment, she panicked and she did not know what to do. She needed help, then it dawned on her: She took a breath to calm down, took out the Gaper from her pocket, placed in in her palm tightly and she concentrated. Jenna was unsure if anyone would even answer. she only knew, she had to try.

“Redrick?”
At the mention of his name, Redrick looked up. He looked. Seeing only Jenna’s torso, he raised his head further.
“Leala?”
Jenna pulled out her Gaper.
Redrick, reached into his tunic, retrieved his Speculum, and showed it to him.
“Well, lass, if yea please, have a seat. We dawn’t want peoples listenin’ in.”
Jenna sat down. The barkeep came over and he took her order. Once Jenna had her nectar and the waitress departed, Redrick leaned in toward Jenna and whispered, “What’s with the cloak and dagger?”
“I have been away for quite some time, and I do not know whom I can trust.”
“Tis fair, missy. Lots of no good going on.”
Jenna gave a quizzable look.
A drunkard staggered over, he almost smashed into their table.
“Perhaps, we should finish off our drinks, and then check in on your friend. These other matters can wait.”

Trae released him, and hissed, “It is my mistake for me to believe you were capable of doing this one simple task.”
“But it is Davin”, whined Nahald, “He will not listen. He says, ‘Ciada is protected,’”
Nahald paused.
“He says, ‘Aukland cannot oppose him.’ He believes himself to be superior, he does not fear me, and he laughs at my warnings.”
Trae returned to the chair and sat down again, Trae’s fingers drummed the leather arm of the chair, “The fool, he does not understand who it is that opposes him. I should have known he would be stubborn idiot. I should have dealt with him myself.”

“Let me in, you fool… I say, ‘Let me in.’” Huffed the little man as he shoved his way through the sentry guarding the entry. The man march to Maia, and gave an exaggerated bow, before he spoke, “Perchance, I may provide some answers.”

So, there you have an ideal of it. I hope you enjoyed the sneak peak.
―Robert Confiant 5 August 2017

Dragon Fire: Book 2 of Lendaw Series (excerpt)

The creature peered into the mirror.

I was handsome once; some even considered me handsome. Those days are gone. The orb demands all. It takes everything.

Trae reached down, ceased the candle stick upon the table and threw it at the mirror. The mirror smashed into pieces and it fell to the floor.

Enough, it does not fare well to dwell on the past.

Trae went to the arm chair at the corner of the room and sat down.

The door opened, and two guards entered followed by another, “Your Majesty,” bowed Nahald slightly, “is everything okay?”

“Fine, an accident,” Trae gestured, “the mirror fell and broke.”

Nahald eyed the shards of glass on the floor. The mirror looked as if it was recently smashed he spotted the candle to the right of the mess. He remained silent.

Nahald ordered the two guards to exit; he ordered the shorter of the two to go find a servant to clean up the mess. The guards bowed and exited the room.

Nahald was the Doyen of DE brane, formerly Pandora. Once pristine, and radiant city, Debrane was tattered, dull and grimy. As Doyen of Debrane, he inherited the responsibility of the whole of the Aukland state as well. He was short, pudgy man. He had a small, snub-nose, wrinkled face with long, oily, tangled, grey hair.

Nahald dreaded these encounters. He eyed the creature in the arm chair. The hooded figure sat in the corner obscured by the shadows dancing about the room. He noted the greyish hands protruding from the long-sleeved robe with its bony fingers and its claw-like talons. Any curiosity he might have had, was immediately mollified from the sight of this horror. Nahald dared not attempt to discover what was under the hood. He feared that revelation would cause his death.

Tautly, he replied, “Your Highness, you called for me? I was on route when I heard the crash. I came as soon as I was paged.”

Trae ignored Nahald, “Where are we in our plans?”

“Hum, well, our forces have secured all of Aukland, and we have ousted, or dispatch most, if not all, of the Duric within the realm.”

“Excellent,” delighted the figure, “And the other affair?”

“Um… that has proven to be more um… difficult.” Nahald stuttered, “The Ciadans, the Denlar Confederacy, and the Uglandans all resist our efforts. They refuse to align themselves with our forces.”

Trae sprung forward grasping Nahald shirt. Nahald cowered to the floor, and he whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Trae released him, and hissed, “It is my mistake for me to believe you were capable of doing this one simple task.”

“But it is Davin”, whined Nahald, “He will not listen. He says, ‘Ciada is protected,’”

Nahald paused.

“He says, ‘Aukland cannot oppose him.’ He believes himself to be superior, he does not fear me, and he laughs at my warnings.”

Trae returned to the chair and sat down again, Trae’s fingers drummed the leather arm of the chair,

“The fool, he does not understand who it is that opposes him. I should have known he would be stubborn idiot. I should have dealt with him myself.”

Trae waved his arm nonchalantly.

“It is no longer of any concern. Everything else is in place. The time has come.”

At these last four words. Everything changed.

In the southern regions of the Denlar Confederacy and Ugland, the winds began to blow, charcoal and grey nimbostratus clouds rolled in from west, the bright mid-afternoon sun quickly became obscured from below, and the torrential rains began to fall upon their cities and towns accompanied by roaring thunder and power flash lightning.

From Geyaudan through to Ciada, down through Aukland, and their surrounding territories a great deep rumble was heard. Suddenly, the lands began to tremble, and next the earth began to shake.
Meanwhile, in Undirjord: the ancient fortress of the dragons, Kur and Ena, the rulers of the dragons, shrieked in agony. The clasping their chest each felt a piercing pain. The other dragons too were suffering. They gave out a yelp and then they collapsed onto the rock base. The dragons each began to molt upon the rocks hoping to shed the scales of their skin in the hopes of reliving the shooting pain they were experiencing.

In Erenhil, Jenna snapped from her rest and screamed, “Kur.”

Cáel rose from his sleep, “What the Helroh?”

Jenna heard the thumping of her heart beating rapidly in her chest; she wiped the cold perspiration from her brow, with her right arm; her chest heaved inward and outward as she tried to catch her breath; it was a while before she felt the vibration beneath her, and another few seconds before she realized this was not a dream.

Jenna embraced Cáel, teary eyed, and exclaimed, “The dragons… they are dying.”

Trae beamed with delight, “It has begun. You may leave,” brushing off Nahald dismissively.

Nahald bowed slightly, he turned, he exited the room, he shut the door behind him, and he leaned against door, he sighed, he pushed himself forward, and he marched quickly down the hall.

Trae sat staring into the void and smiled.

—Robert Confiant 23 April 2017 (updated)