Flip of a Coin 04/11

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This week we follow Zack, who is on special assignment from king Avalon to investigate king Castellan’s claims of Mage radicals threatening his kingdom. It’s dark and Zack wanders through the theatre district. Because of the growing fear of Mages, Zack’s once valuable contacts refuse to say anything. Most don’t want to be involved. (snippet is edited to fit guidelines)

His assignment was proving a failure. He kicks an empty crate, scaring a stray cat in the alley. Absorbed with his own self-defeat he doesn’t notice the figure following him in the shadows. The stalker’s thin lips curl as he steps from the darkness and slides his dagger to the knight’s throat. Zack grabs the hilt of his sword as his heart pounds in his chest as he waits for the man to twist the deadly blade.
“Now give me all you got” a deep raspy voice whispers in his ear. The dagger twitches, the jewels on the handle glimmer in the moonlight.
“Hand it over and I won’t tell your uncle how I bested you.”
“Chris, you bastard!”  He shouts recognizing the voice and dagger; he shoves the laughing thief into a nearby wall.
“Man, you should’ve seen your face!”

Hope you enjoyed this weeks snippet! I decided to partake in NaNoWriMo this month so wish me luck. It’s a bit nerve-wracking since I decided to do this last minute.  I spend weeks planning a novel in perpetration but this year I am ‘just going with it’. Maybe it will be okay, I mean Flip of a Coin was a NaNoWriMo creation maybe something good will come out of my ramblings this month.

Have a great week you all! I will see you next Sunday! 

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Flip of a Coin 28/10

Time for another fantasy filled Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop! Writers (of various genres and interests) post 8-10 sentences of their writing weekly for the world to enjoy. If you’re interested in participating next week or just want more click here for the #8sunday homepage. 

Last week Chris discovered the Mage priest bleeding in the Bayliss’s basement but their conversation is interrupted by footsteps in the corridor. His body hesitates as the Mage urges him to escape.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to save you?” He asks out of politeness but a minuscule part of him feels, maybe, the world will be better off without Mages.
“The Gods have their plans; we walk their path,” the Mage coughs again. “Now climb through that window there, you’re small enough.”
The footsteps approach and Chris’s body leaps into action. His fingers rip the black paper covering the window, pushing open the glass, he squeezes through the narrow window as the door opens. He doesn’t wait to hear what happens next, he runs through the servant’s gate. Soldiers on patrol order him to stop but his heart pounds in his chest and his feet don’t stop until he reaches the theatre district.  

With our thief free from the clutches of Bayliss I think I can finally enjoy a cup of tea in peace. Make sure you come back next week, we still have our favourite knight wandering the streets looking for information on the Mage radical group. So return and see what demons he meets in the alleyways. 

Here are some spooky ghosts! Happy Halloween all! 

A Flip of a Coin 21/10

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A quick recap of the story so far: 

Chris, our lovable thief, gets his nose into somewhere he shouldn’t and discovers the beaten dead body of a young Mage in a rich man’s basement. He returns to settle his curiosity and arrives as Bayliss is using a Mage’s own magic against him. (click here to read the previous scene)

On with today’s post!

After Bayliss leaves, Chris sneaks into the room. The Mage is chained against the wall and his once pristine robes are filthy. Under the blood and dirt, Chris spies a familiar face.

“Aren’t you the Mage priest from the cathedral?” The man nods. “Why is he doing this to you?”
“Every experiment needs a test subject,” the Mage coughs, spitting blood as he clears his throat,
“What’s he testing?”
“Did you see the ring he wore?” Chris nods, “he’s looking for a way to use our magic against us. I didn’t even think it was possible.” The man stares into the shadows wearing a grim expression. But a shutting of a door jars him to the present. “Go, damn prick, ensures I don’t die right away.”

Glad to see you all again and stay tuned for what happens next! Also, I am working on a new series of posts exploring the printing history behind some of my older books from my collection. So if that’s something you’re interested in then expect that in the next few weeks. Have a great week everyone! 

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 08/04/18

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Continuing from last week, Chris is in a dark basement spying on the confrontation between the Lord (I have questionable motives) Bayliss and a Mage he holds captive. The Mage holds his staff and prepares to take revenge on his captor.

 

The Mage moves the garnet on his staff across the floor as if lighting a match. Fire ignites, waiting above the gem before he sends a river of flames at Bayliss. Red and purple light explode, filling the room causing Chris to duck to protect his eyes. When it fades, Bayliss stands unharmed and void of sear marks. He laughs, the same wild laugh as before, pointing his palm at the Mage. A purple light, less intense as the first, shoots from the ring on his index finger, sending orangish red flames cascading at the Mage. Holding his staff in the defensive stance, Chris saw before, his barrier fizzles; too weak to summon the required magic to protect himself. He’s engulfed by flames, his chilling high pitched scream echoes into the hallway. Bayliss laughs, emptying a bucket of water over the Mage.

“I think that is enough for tonight,” he grins dragging the man to the wall and securing him in chains.

 

All right, that is it, for now, hope to see you all next week for the next instalment. And no I haven’t forgotten about the shiny knight, I promise he will be back soon.

Sorry I didn’t get back to anyone last week. Life got busy and this rare momentum to push through an editing round of a manuscript inspired (and took over) my week. Good news is that only three chapters remain before I send it to beta readers. Scary news… is it is almost ready for beta readers. But I want to say thank you for your comments and praise, this is a very supportive community and you are all awesome!

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 07/28/18

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This week we join Chris who finds himself in Bayliss’s basement of horrors. Unable to shake the dead woman’s face from his nightmares (even after drinking Bayliss’s wine). Chris sneaks in during the night, bypassing the door where he found the dead body, he continues to another locked door. Peering through a small window on the door he notices its a torture chamber. (note: edited to fit guidelines).

Cries of pain echo, followed by a hauntingly unexpected maniacal laugh which forces a chill through his body. A wild looking Bayliss tosses a crumpled form of a man to the floor before grabbing a Mage staff from the table and tossing it at the man.

“Let’s do this again, give me your best shot,” Bayliss sneers. The man protests but Bayliss kicks him in the stomach. He groans, submitting to the demands, reaching for the staff. He is bleeding from his head, his face a mix of blue, green and purple and his legs shake from holding his own weight. In comparison, Bayliss looks smug, dirty but not harmed.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” he pleas, coughing up blood.

“Do it or I’ll start taking your limbs next, do you have a use for your left leg?” The Mage swallows, taking a deep breath, moving the staff to the attack position.

 

That’s it for this week, hope being back in the basement isn’t too much for a sunny weekend. Don’t worry Zack will be back soon I promise. Have a great weekend you all and be safe

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 07/20/18

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I am skipping ahead a bit this week. Based on your comments from last week, your suspicions are correct, Lord Sexton is as dangerous as you expect. The conversation ends with Chris (against better judgment but a sucker for money) agreeing to future work. This week I want to introduce a new character. Zack is a young knight and the Captain of the King’s Knights of Alexanderia. Alexanderia shares its border with Lollardum. The king of Alexanderia (Allan Avalon), General Lex Stone and Zack are in Lollardum for a conference. Lollardum’s king Castellan makes radical accusations, proclaiming to the court of lords that Mages are responsible for the Cathredal fire. He blames a pocket of Mage radicals for increasing violence in the kingdom. This scene follows with the characters from Alexanderia discussing the events. (As always, edited to fit guidelines)

They sat in armchairs while the king paced in front of an unlit fireplace.

“Is it true?” Zack asked; wishing he didn’t sound like a child.

“I’m not sure.” Allan answered slowly, “the Oath doesn’t allow Mages to kill innocent lives. Killing an Innocent in cold blood is punishable by death.”

“So, these Mages risked their own lives to kill the innocent? They sound like radicals to me.”

“Zack,” Lex interjected, “these laws are engrained in every Mage, it’s unlikely they will do what Castellan proclaims.”

“Perhaps, we should look into the matter while we are here.”

“How reliable are your contacts here?” Stone asked turning to the knight.

“Mine are good. I’ll figure out what we need to know.”

 

 

There you have it, on top of everything else, Chris has a knight investigating the horrific situation. I dare to think what happens when they meet. Thanks for joining me this week and I hope you all have a great weekend.

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 07/14/18

Greetings everyone, welcome back! Thank you all for your feedback last week. I’m happy with the response, it lets me know I am on track with the emotional response I am hoping for. So a big thank you. Make sure you click the button below to check out the rest of the participants and see their 8-10 sentence snippets for the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop. Check out the amazing talent and don’t forget to come back every Sunday for more.

This week we are following Chris as he gets deeper into the tormented underbelly of Lollardum. I am moving beyond the basement of horrors (don’t worry for those who want to know more, we are not done with it yet). He does get out safely (this time). The following is a scene involving Chris and the man who paid him to steal the Mage relic from the cathedral at the beginning of the novel. He enters Lord Sexton’s office. (note: edited to fit guidelines and to get to the ‘good parts’).

 

Chris tossed the satchel on the polished desk, slumping in the chair without waiting for permission. Lord Sexton adjusted his wire-framed glasses before pulling out the wrapped artefact, gazing at it with hungry wolfish eyes.

“I was surprised to hear the cathedral was set on fire and destroyed. I am honoured you would go to such extremes for the cause.”

“And here I thought my ego was big.” Chris joked, “I will do many things, but I’m not about to set fires putting people’s lives in danger. There’re enough folks out there who will kill ya, I don’t need to add to it.

“You don’t believe in killing people? Not even murderers or criminals?”

He fidgeted in the chair, the unsettling turn of the conversation was unorthodox, even for him.

 

Looks like Chris is meeting a lot of interesting people lately. I think for next week I will put Chris on hold and introduce one of the other main characters. I do love Chris but I must continue to weave the web this story demands. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you are all having a great weekend.