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2015 Revised Editions
I’m working on revised editions of all of my books. I am doing another sweep for obvious errors in grammar and I am moving my books from Microsoft Word into Scrivener. I am going to try to improve the formatting by making my own .mobi file. I may fail. We shall see.
Anais and the Broken War
Work on book 5 has been slow so far. See below for a little snippet. I’ll try to give you guys little snapshots from time to time. And I will have to remember to remove them before I publish.
Four of us sat around the large round table in the council chambers, while Gorman, the captain of the city guard, paced the floor. I stared at a groove in the table, tracing it with the tip of my finger. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. We were in a world of trouble, and I couldn’t see a way out.
Cedric comforted Mediera, who cried softly into a kerchief. She kept glancing at Colin Pendragon’s slayed body, which lay crumpled in the corner of the room. To be fair, I think we were all stealing glances in that direction, as we tried to come to terms with Colin’s demise.
I couldn’t help but remember Thomas’s letter. He had said that Colin Pendragon was critical to Barriershire’s survival. It was his leadership that was holding the war together. How would we manage without him?
“Why is he here?” Mediera sniffed, her eyes turning to Fynn. “I don’t see how an artist can help us. We need a strategy not a painting.”
“It does seem unnecessary,” Cedric agreed, although he sounded uncertain. “We should probably keep this as quiet as possible.”
“He’s here because I asked him to join us,” Gorman countered as he continued to pace back and forth. He was the only one of us who had any real chance of fixing the problem, and I expected both Cedric and Mediera were well aware that they ought to listen to any request he made.
“I could leave,” Fynn offered, clearly more than willing to flee this sinking ship.
“No,” Gorman said, catching his arm. “Don’t leave. I haven’t figured this out yet.”
“Oh sweet sisters. What are we going to do?” Mediera moaned. “Can we pass it off as an accident? Or can we say he’s sick or something and not permitting visitors.”
“I don’t think we can pretend he’s still alive. He’s much too active of a leader,” Gorman said. “It won’t work.”
“You said Lord Pendragon sent an assassin to kill Lady Mediera. What happened to him?”
“He escaped,” I murmured.
“Did you recognize him?” Gorman asked.
I looked away without answering him.
“I feel sick,” Mediera moaned. “I think I need to lie down. Can we discuss this in the morning?”
Gorman’s jaw tightened. “It’s morning already. The sun is up.”
“I can’t think about this right now,” Mediera moaned. “Can’t you just take care of it? That’s why we brought you here.”
“She just needs to rest. This has been extremely trying for her,” Cedric added quickly. “We know we need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Go to your room. Rest and collect yourself. But, this can’t wait too long. We have to come up with a plan. And I can’t do it on my own. I will need both of you.”
“I understand. I’ll escort her to her bedchamber,” Cedric offered. “We’ll be back after she sleeps.”
After Mediera and Cedric stepped out the room, Gorman turned his glare on me.
“What happened, Anais?” Gorman asked. “I don’t understand how you allowed this travesty to occur. We needed Colin Pendragon alive.”
I took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers. “The fat man tried to make me kill Lady Mediera. Apparently, Colin wanted her out of the way.”
“If he ordered you to do it, why isn’t she dead?” Gorman asked. “That seems like a simple enough request.”
“I didn’t want to kill her. She’s my friend.”
“Wait,” Fynn said. “The fat man doesn’t make polite requests. He sends orders. How the shyte were you able to overpower him? It’s not possible. I’ve tried to push him out of my mind. He does like to drop in at the most inconvenient times, but I’ve never been able to do anything about it. How did you even try to fight him?”
I shrugged. Both Gorman and Fynn were staring at me, waiting for some explanation that made sense. I had to say something. The truth was unbelievable and terrible. But I had no substitute.
“Magic,” I stumbled. “I can use blood magic.”
“Really?” Fynn asked.
“Even if we accept that you have some skill, are you to have us believe that you’re stronger than the fat man?” Gorman asked. “I can’t fathom that as a reality.”
I sighed. “Look, do you want me to finish telling you what happened, or do you just want to refute me?”