Monday, April 29, 2019

The Siren of the Citadel, Mneme

Excerpt from The Undine Isles:

     The gothic door creaked open and a single figure entered, wearing wispy silk robes of orange, red, and gold. She was tall and thin with aquiline features and a nose like a beak, brown hair wrapped behind her into a manicured bun, though I was quite sure there were feathers in it. Not accidentally imparted by a leaky pillow, either, but growing out amongst normal hair, glimmering like gunmetal in the light as she moved. When our gazes locked, my jaw dropped and an involuntary gasp came out. Each of the woman’s sharp eyes was a burst of vermilion that faded to saffron, each iris halved by a black slit of pupil: a lizard’s iris imposed on a human eye. 

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Angela and Derdriu in Melisende's Therma

Last week, I finished this drawing of a scene from Arrival Songs: Angela. An excerpt and details on the drawing are below. I'm pretty happy with it. 🥰

“Come take a bath with me?” Derdriu asked.
“Ooh,” I said. “Outside, where anyone could see us?”
“Ehm, yes,” Derdriu said, and now she seemed uncomfortable. “I can—”
“Don’t be silly. Don’t you think it adds something?” I asked. “Knowing that we could get… caught, together?”
Derdriu’s face broke into a grin. “I could also arrange for us to get caught, though it seems like enough to happen of its own volition.”
I laughed and twined our hands again.
Outside in the courtyard was a Roman-style bath with taps similar to the ones at the Ridley House, but the taps were shaped like spitting fishes and the bath was surrounded by lush green plant life. Derdriu and I slipped out of our sarongs, and now I did feel slightly like those denizens of Eden.

~ ♆ ~

Derdriu slipped out of her sarong. It fell to the elegantly paved ground. She stepped naked into the therma and began turning on the taps. There were ten of them—ten taps with valves for warm or hot water. Derdriu turned all of the valves as she roved around the empty stone bath.
“You seem so at home here,” I said.
Derdriu shrugged. “I suppose I am,” she admitted, “If it weren’t for Nona, I would have moved here a hundred and fifty years ago.”
Each time Derdriu turned on a tap, it would spit out a hissing, white mess of water that splashed back up at her. Drops hit her thighs. By the time she reached the last tap, the water had already accumulated a few inches, completely covering her feet.
I looked around us one more time and let my sarong fall down around my feet. I wasn’t sure how I felt about someone walking in on us, as seemed sure to happen.
“I hope you have other reasons now,” I said. Derdriu blushed. 

Detail on Derdriu in Angela and Derdriu in Melisende's Therma

Detail on Angela in Angela and Derdriu in Melisende's Therma

Derdriu's feet

The lush "green" plant life. But you have to imagine the green. 🍃

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Elizabeth Lesson

Excerpt from The Seventh Throne:

Across the canal, I could see a woman walking toward the Hall of Tokens with a small entourage around her. In each of the faces that surrounded her was branded a look of fierce admiration and protectiveness toward their leader. Something about this woman seemed to drink in the gaze of every person she passed; she was magnetic, charismatic, all while doing essentially nothing. She had brown skin and voluminous dark hair, upon which sat a large and weathered tricorn hat. The hat had once been black, I expected, but after years or maybe even centuries, it had turned unevenly gray in sun and sea and hard work. From the state of the rest of her clothes, she could’ve bought a hundred hats, but seemed to insist upon the age-battered tricorn. She wore a blue coat and white blouse over eighteenth-century breeches colored a deep charcoal brown, and at either hip rode the silver handle of a blade – one a dagger, one a basket-hilted sword, each encrusted with several huge raw sapphires. I knew who she was without knowing.
I, like almost everyone around me, had stopped walking to stare as though star-struck at this woman. Maristela came up short beside me.
“Did you ever meet Elizabeth?”

Monday, April 1, 2019

Last night, I finished a drawing of a scene in one of the future books. The younger figure is obviously Angela Yates. 

Today was the first day of Camp NaNo. This year, I opted to be put in a cabin with a bunch of strangers who write LGBTQ fiction. I'm excited to be doing a NaNoWriMo program again. The discipline is really good for me, and I find it really hard to find motivation when I am constantly burnt out from school and work.