I caught my husband’s summer cold. But, so what? Yes, I can’t sleep or breathe, and my head is having a painful argument with itself, but far more importantly, I’ve just hit my Camp NaNo target of 30k words and it’s only July 16th.
And more importantly than that: I’ve just typed THE END under Healing Glass after writing an ending that I had not expected. Well, I’d expected most of it, just not that part.
A gruesome murder that came totally out of the blue? I blame the cold, but… don’t you just love it when that happens? Well, maybe I’m weird, but there’s nothing more awesome to me than a character taking over and a story writing itself. It’s what happened this morning while I was filling in the holes in the last chapter, and before I knew it I had 3k done and was speeding along like a train. After a few days of word dentistry, I’ll take that! And gladly.
So what is Healing Glass, you wonder. It’s a fantasy adventure featuring a glassmaker, a warrior and a floating city plus, surprisingly, quite a bit of politics. And a love story, of course.
Healing Glass started life as a dream that I remembered in perfect clarity when I woke up, which isn’t how dreams usually work. Once I was awake, it didn’t leave me alone, either, so I grabbed a notepad and wrote it down. And this dream is still – with only a very few tweaks – the beginning of the first chapter.
I’ve actually snipped from Healing Glass in our Saturday Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook. If you’d like to catch up or get a taste for the story, try these:
And because I’m very happy that I managed to get to the end in good time to tidy the manuscript before it’s scheduled to hit the editor’s desk… I’ll share another snip. I know it’s only Monday, but I’m sure we can handle teasers on any day of the week.
This carries on right from the end of White Knight….
“Wasn’t going to.” Minel grumbled, but he didn’t fight to get free of the tight hold Falcon had on his form. Instead he leaned his head against Falcon’s shoulder and practically melted into the embrace.
He’d never done that before. Minel was a solitary creature, happy to explore the world around him with eyes and chalk and charcoal, resurrecting and recreating much of what he saw and drew in glass. He kept his own counsel and stood on his own feet. He shied from touch as he shied from crowds, and even when he was relaxed Falcon hadn’t ever found him at the centre of a gathering, but always at the fringe, watchful and observant.
Falcon was the opposite. He loved to surround himself with people, and when he felt safe he touched. Over the years they’d known each other he’d earned his share of deadly glares from Minel when his exuberance had gotten the better of him. Over time, Minel had come to accept his need to touch as he’d accepted Minel’s need for solitude. Minel allowed Falcon’s touch, but he’d never sought it out. Not as he was doing now, surrendering his weight, drawing on Falcon’s strength.
It scared Falcon more than the news of Minel’s illness had done.
“How are you here?” Minel’s voice was soft, his eyes still closed.
“I couldn’t let you die.”
“I didn’t ask why, Falcon. I asked how.”
“Can we discuss this in a less hazardous locale? I didn’t come all the way up here to lose you to either a disease or a misstep.”
Minel spun and pushed the warrior back, away from the edge of the roof. “Falcon, you can’t—”
“I can. And I will.” Falcon didn’t wait for further objections. He simply picked Minel up bridal-style and carried him across the roof garden and through the open doors, settling them both on the broad day bed that took up one corner of Minel’s workroom.
Minel was lighter than Falcon expected a man of his size to be. His face was thinner, the high cheekbones standing out like cliff edges. And the beautiful dark eyes he so often saw in his dreams were smudged with shadows.
“You’re not sleeping enough,” Falcon accused.
Minel didn’t look at him. “I don’t have much time left to me.”
“Not even to eat or sleep? I didn’t realise you were in a hurry to leave.”