The battles that are described in this post takes place before the first book in the series of The Ruon Chronicles starts.
Author David Farland, in one of his writing emails (sign up here) notes the following elements that make up a successful series when it comes to story: Have a persistent world and persistent charactersDon’t change the settings too muchHave a persistent conflict that builds and escalatesA central conflict will bind the series together. Now, the…… Continue reading Worldbuilding Wednesday — Worldbuilding the Ruon Chronicles Series
It’s almost the fifteenth of the month! And I am not even a quarter of the way through The Knowledge Stones. Oops. This happened mostly because I’m figuring out exactly what to put where in the first few chapters that is now completely new. I then also realised that I need to change one of…… Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2019 Update and Other Stories!
I stare at the tea menu. Darjeeling or Assam? Perhaps white tea. Green tea. Oolong? I go back to the Darjeeling, then smile at the waitress and order. At least, I hope it was a smile and not a grimace. It’s difficult to smile when your heart is lying crushed in a box on the…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea
I wrote this one a few years ago, but I really want to return to this world for a short story… The Souls of Trees The buyers stared at the last of the acorns enclosed in the pen. Rising from each was a wispy, humanoid figure veiled in green light. They flickered as they danced…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Souls of Trees
Grandmother always told me that our light shop was a beacon that would one day lead all our loved ones back to us. The elderly and children were all who were left in the communities after the ships came and needed people to work for them. People left as their names were called one by…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Beacon
I wrote “And the Shadows Danced” a while ago, forgot about it, and found it again while sorting out some files. I would actually like to write another story in this world… And the Shadows Danced The fire dancers were preparing for the midsummer feast on the beach. Most were by now stripped to their…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced
It began with a whisper. The dragons are coming. The leaves rustled it in their song when the hot winds blew from the south. The dragons are coming. It came to the minds of the magicians before the messengers had reached the cities. It clouded their mirrors of magic and dragon tails curled in the…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: It Began With a Whisper
Lenie gazed at the waves and imagined Adriaan beside her. In one hand she grasped her hair, broken red strands caught on her wedding ring. In the other she clutched a gold locket her mother found after a tempest ripped apart a merchant ship. She wanted to believe in happy endings. Like her Adriaan who…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: White Horses
They put a statue of her on the island outside the city after she died, her likeness forever captured in bronze. At first the statue was kept polished by the people of the city who loved and remembered her. Soon, however, other articles fill the newspapers and the woman who sang the dragon to sleep…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Statue