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....Methinks you procrastinated on posting anything Perhaps I will as well... All procrastination is best done jointly
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NEW BOOK(or something like that)
Harmonious_Echos replied to Harmonious_Echos's topic in Cabaret Room
At least 2 at this point, possibly 3. I maay use this world to do stories of other characters, instead of the same family always? At this point I only have the 2nd one sorta-kinda-plotted out, so it's nothing finite yet đ Thank you so much for your interest--and I'd love to sign a book or a few, for you. And anyone else on here who wants to identify. This site is still the ORIGINAL place this story came from! -
FAIR WARNING!! THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BOOK 1!! >> >> >> >> Seed of Grebefal The winds were different. Kyirtana Armonia Grebe was sure of it now. Heâd been checking the winds for days in the same way, as he did every morning; standing barefoot, clad in only his pants, on the top of the tower, arms outstretched, his hands spread wide. The rushing air pressed against his bare skin, and filtered through his fingers and hair. But his face was still warm, today, even warmer than it had been for the last few days. It shouldnât be getting warmer; it was already midsummer, and the weather should be getting colder now. Grebefalâs powerful mana-laden winds were cool and pure, and had never stopped circling this tower. They had been like this since before he had even been born. Why were they so odd today? He paused in his mental exercises and frowned, looking around him at the weathered stones and high outer wall of the tower. Today was his sixteenth birthday, which should be a good thing, great even; today he was officially the heir of the Grebefal Duchy, and an adult. And yet, he felt strangely uneasy. The winds were slower, sluggish today, and carried with them an odd new scentâdust, not cool and earthy like the meadow beyond the castle wall, but harsh and hot, and rough with a slight bitterness. Kyir scowled. It's all wrong, he thought. Maybe he would ask his father to do a scan and see, later. There was definitely something odd going on, and whatever it was, Kyir knew his father, Harlan, would find out what it was. Lord Harlan Grebe was the best Air mage in the world, Kyir was certain; no one else could scan as far, or as accurately, or manipulate the winds as completely as heânot even Kyirâs mother, who was a mage too. But she had other talents, after all. She didnât control the air, but nobody knew the earth as well as she did. Between the two of them, Grebefal had the best possible governors, and Kyir was proud that they were his parents. Still, it would be nice if they were a bit less busy and could give him the time to ask, before the festivalâŚthis might be really important. Kyir turned to the trapdoor in the floor and reached for the handle to pull it up, but just then it popped open with a soft thump, and a narrow, dark face peered out. It was Muse; his motherâs maid, a shapeshifter and transport expert. âKyir? Your Mom needs you for something. Iâm to bring you to her.â Kyir groaned. âAw, couldnât I just walk? I donât like transporting. It makes my stomach turn.â Muse shook her head, her long, straight hair swishing around her slanted eyes. âShe needs you right now, buddy. In the outer fields to the west. Itâs important. Oh, and the guests will be arriving for your celebration soon, so youâll need to dress too. You know it takes too long to walk everywhere; you should be glad you have me to get you around, you know.â Kyir nodded, resigned. âYeah yeahâŚletâs just get this over with.â He pulled on his outdoor tunic, buckled his belt around it, & slid on his boots quickly. Then he reached out his hand to Muse, who hopped nimbly up through the trapdoor, balancing easily on the smooth stones. She grasped his hand in hers, cool and pale. âReady?â He steeled himself and closed his eyes, to prevent the dizziness from making his stomach turn. âSure, ok.â For a moment, the winds howled wildly in his ears; then they were gone, replaced by dull sunshine. The smooth wind-worn stones beneath his feet were now rough, tumbled earth. Kyir owned his eyes; they were in the west fields, outside the city walls. He blinked and stared; the ground was hard, dry, and cracked; the clods of earth felt as sharp as cracked stone, and between the clods, something glittered and sparkled up at them, shining in the sunlight. He knelt down and stared, then pinched a little of it in his fingers, lifting it and letting it trickle down back to the ground. Glass sand. What was glass sand doing here?! âKyir! Over here!â Kyir grinned at the voice, recognizing it instantly. Pasan, his best friend from the villageâthere she was, waving her long, bare brown arms at him frantically, motioning him over. Beside her stood his mother, who looked grave. Muse followed him as he jogged unsteadily over, stumbling on the large clots of dry, tilled earth. âPasan? Mom? Whatâs going on?â Harmony, Kyirâs mother, pointed down at the glittering sand. âSilica sand. Definitely from ElluxâItâs the only place where this type of sand originates on Vacoelus. Itâs been blown here somehow, and itâs bad sign. The winds have changed direction.â Pasan was staring at his mother mutely, with her characteristic dumb, awestruck look. Kyir frowned. He wished Pasan wouldnât idolize her quite SO muchâit was embarrassing. He focused instead on the ground, where the glittering sand lay in little pools between the earthen clods. âI saw. What does it mean? I meanâŚbesides the winds changed, like you said. We never had sand here before. Canât we just get rid of it?â Harmony shook her head. âItâs a mark of the changing the land. Even if we got every grain of sand out of the fields, the wind would simply blow more into the area. It means the borders of the Ellux desert are extending towards us. And even with your fatherâs powers, we canât stop an entire desert filled with sand.â Kyir frowned at the glittering dapples on the ground. âSo what do we do then? Move the fields further east? After planting everything?! The farming association will throw a fit!â Pasan nodded. âYeah, especially the Twins. Theyâll have a cow if we tell them they have to abandon the Western fields and cut a whole new sector to the east, Lady Harmony.â Harmony smiled diplomatically at Pasan. âWell...can convince them. Still, I hope we won't need to.â Kyir snorted. âAnd give up on eating fruit or bread for the entire winter season, too, and eat only eggs and salt pork for the snow months, probably. Gross! And unhealthy." He looked more carefully at the clods; there were tiny shoots of grain poking up here and there, but it already looked dry and brittle. "Mom, isnât there any way to salvage the crop? At least until next planting?â Harmony shook her head. âI'm not sure. We could try building a windblock, to stop the sand from accumulating further; and it would take double or triple the waterings to keep it from drying out, with the additional sand in the ground, but your father could probably manage a few more...maybe. He's been very busy lately. Iâm sure youâve sensed it too, Kyir; The winds arenât circling the tower anymore. Theyâre blowing from the west, now, with an odd energy I havenât sensed before. It's taken a toll on his reserves to keep things running as normal.â Kyir sighed. Why did this have to happen now? On his birthday? Why couldnât it have happened in, say, three or four days from now, when everything was back to business? This was supposed to be a special day, a day for him to enjoy turning sixteenâand becoming officially a man of Grebefal, an adult according to the laws of the town. Today he would have his first debut as heir, and greet the guests at the head of the festival as the host. Today his father had promised to gift him his memoir, a book of his grandfatherâs inventions that Kyir had been longing to read for years. He wanted time to enjoy thisâthe festival, the legendary book, his day, without worrying about the town, for once. His parents always had to worry about something; the fields, monsters raiding from the northern forests, the merchants and farmers fighting in the association, upkeep of the mana sigils and maintenance of the mineshaft inventions, judging day for citizen's complaintsâŚand he had to worry about lessons, too--riding and sword training, archery and ancient languages, diplomacy and marketing, and everything else. Today was supposed to have been HIS. No lessons, no problems. Or, it had been. He hunched his shoulders a little in agreement. âYeah. We should ask Dad. He should know.â He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. This was important, after all. More important than a party. But he couldnât help feeling a little sad. Pasan nudged him with a thin brown elbow. She seemed to recognize his feelings. âHeeey, itâs ok, Kyir! Sorry this had to happen on your birthday! But your Dad says we donât master the winds, remember? They answer only to themselves. We just ask them for favors, sometimes.â Harmony nodded at her. âIn a way, I suppose. It is poor timing, but we do need to make a plan for these fields, before the sun destroys the crops here. Itâs urgent that we save them, since the town depends on the grain planted here. Weâll still celebrate your birthday, Kyir. We might need to move it to sundown, though, instead of noon.â Kyir smiled wryly at their attempts to comfort him. âItâs fine, MomâŚthis is more important. Iâll be fine. I was going ask Dad about the winds anyway; I noticed it was really odd, this morning.â Muse trailed along behind the three as they walked up the path towards the town gate. She shifted into bird form and fluttered here and there, dropping toxic red bird-berries from trees and chasing away the pigeons that were circling, looking for crumbs. Kyir unconsciously dropped a few steps behind his mother, letting her take the lead as they entered. She smiled and greeted the guards by name, giving polite greetings before hurrying on through. Then she turned to Kyir and Pasan who were walking in lock-step behind her. âKyirâyour father was going to the market today, so weâll find him there, I expect. Muse?â The Muse-the-bird fluttered down to perch on her hand. âYes?â âFind my intrepid husband, would you?â Muse cocked her bird-head cheekily. âOf course. Now...Which one was that again?â Kyir and Pasan both struggled to hide their laughter as Harmony swatted the bird into the air. âCheeky. Just go find Harlan, already!â Muse rose high above the market, then swooped back down. âBy the exotics merchantsâ stand, on the far north of the square. Looks like heâs moving on towards the baked goods and fresh foods inspections, in a minute.â Harmony nodded and eyed Kyir and Pasan, who was still giggling. âWhy donât you two meet me by the fresh fruit stand, beside the farmerâs association hall? Iâll go with Muse to catch Harlan and bring him there, in the association offices. Itâll be a quieter place for a private conversation.â Kyir nodded and grinned at Pasan. âCâmon, Pas. Letâs go get a pie, and let my mother catch her intrepid husband on her own.â His motherâs face turned red; Pasan looked like sheâd burst from suppressed laughter as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Kyir didnât bother suppressing it; his laughter rang out over the market as they weaved in and out of the stalls, headed towards the association building. In a few minutes theyâd crossed the square and were nearing the baked goods stalls, where fresh breads, pastries and hand-pies were staked on tables. Kyir waved at the baker, Uther; he was Pasanâs step-brother, a large, strong, square framed man with skin the color of a fresh baked brownie, and a wide, friendly smile. Pasan scooped up a couple of hand-pies and they headed into the farmerâs section. She passed him oneâapple-berry, his favorite. âOn the house for you today! Happy birthday!â called Uther after them. Pasan paused in the street for a moment, inhaling her pie, which was a meat pie; then she called back. âThanks for breakfast, bro! Theyâre good today. Tell Riette I said Hi, ok? See you both at the festival later?â Uther motioned to the tables. âProbably be late. But weâll be there! Wouldnât miss it!â Kyir stuffed his face, his mouth full of buttery pie crust and delicious, tangy apple-berry pie filling. He wiped his face and checked his shirt for crumbs, and they turned into the doors of the large, stocky brick building that housed the Farmerâs association, Merchantâs guild, and Minerâs association. Inside the main doors, a long hall split off into an upper and lower level; Miners had the basement, Merchants the ground floor, and Farmers had the second floor offices. They paused at the landing of the second floor; it was quiet here, in spite of the noisy market going on outside. A faint scent of ink and papers, and the soft rustles and clicks of people working on documents, copywriting, making out orders. This was all new in the last five years; Father had funded the building of this association building and basically forced them to share a building together, to bring a halt to the constant disagreements between the three main Grebefal guilds. The guild leaders had separate offices, a room of their own each. The rest was taken up by the under-secretaries, document runners, and file rooms in each floor, with a sitting-room for important guests and a single large hall on the main floor, for all-association meetings. Kyir and Pasan headed into the sitting room to wait. It was plain, but comfortable; two low brown leather couches decorated with furs, a side table and a large bookshelf. Grebefal had outgrown the palace courtrooms; so many new people had come to stay that theyâd had to build a new sector of the town, to the east. There had been fights, at first. The other town residents had disagreed with the new, and arguments had broken out over land and jobs. But Father had found a way to compromise with them, and somehow made it look easyâhe made everything look easy, Kyir thought. Which was incredible, considering that he was blind, and used Air powers to move...his father was the strongest person he knew, and never backed down from any challenge, even if it meant finding ways of doing things he couldnât physically do on his own...
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Harmonious_Echos replied to Harmonious_Echos's topic in Cabaret Room
Still loving that background!! And yes, I'm hoping to post snippets and scraps of new book here (hopefully without spoiling the 1st book TOO much) and add some cool new characters as well. Like Whittle, who definitely features somewhere while they're in the deep desert... she strikes me as one who might need a story of her own, too. She's pretty cool, in a totally-a-Dune-reference way. First book show is (so far) planned in September, definitely in person, when I'll hopefully have some copies to sell at my local book club fair...willl update later on time/place since I don't have alllllll the details yet. I don't have funds for renting tables at bigger shows Sighed copies absolutely available, orrr you can always buy one online (those will be cheaper) and have me sign it there. And if you wear a crowned squirrel or lizard somewhere on your clothes, I might just recognize you, too. 𤣠-
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OKAAAY!! Keyboard was having a seizure, was starting to seriously consider Sny's computer solution (cussing and pointy sticks) You can find book 1 in paperback or hardback, on Barnes & Noble . com under my name (author search). Oh....and my name is Helena Marfell đ Knowing that would probably help, too, huh. -
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Hi my friends I'm finally finished with book 1 and now I'm working on book 2....of the Awakening series! This one will center mainly on her son Kyir, I think, and I'd love any ideas on how to flesh out my world, give the dialogue more, uh, realism? and stuff. Thanks again for being such awesome folks and hanging around. Side note for funsies; Kyir's name is loosely based on my own daughter's name, and I use the name Harmony basically everywhere online as my own personal "profile name". Wish I looked like her though! đđ¤Ł
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Strip down and do the hula? I'd bet good money I could get at least a laugh...and laughter is a GREAT icebreaker.
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Ew, Windows 11?! Relatable ick there. 10 did NOT need revised or upgraded into a totally unusable form.. I agree. Still, probably best not to abuse with a stick, to be on the safe side! đ
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Hmmm....to make it work, you'd almost have to write the other half as well--the monumental doings and excitement they're passing by would need to be told, too... Otherwise we'd be in the same position as the characters, but as readers. It would be boring and confusing, instead of humorous or ironic?
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Hmm.... 15 minutes to live? I think I'd write a long letter to everyone I know, drink a bottle of vodka, and listen to my favorite music. If I knew there was no other way out. I might challenge Death to a cook-off with my life as the stakes, as long as I can choose my own recipe... And then choose to cook 100% home made mac and cheese, using homemade noodles and home aged sharp cheddar cheese... Or agree to come with him after 1 harvest on my parent's farm... They're growing Walnut trees, for wood....
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Relatable 𤣠Also my kids all think I'm pretty weird, too. But I guess that's normal? Favorite writing-related self motivational speech lately: "Writing is like taking a đŠ. If you try to force it, or go too fast, it flies everywhere, messes everything up and leaves you feeling all wrong." ...facts. I find that's true about most things... but especially writing. My written constipation last YEARS sometimes. Y'all know đ¤Ł
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I think it's like instant ramen--you can eat it with liquid or without, cooked or uncooked, so it's more of a 'soup ingredient' than soup itself. If you add the liquid then it becomes soup in process, until it is eaten--then it is definitely soup. In the case of said cereal with fruit, I'd say it's 'milk and fruit soup with a sweet bready topping' ? Also, pro-choice implies pro soup, while pro soup doesn't imply pro choice...so if given the option I'd say pro choice. As much as I appreciate soup, I'd like to have other foods also.
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Wanted to share with everyone (or anyone) who is still somewhat interested: My book, Awakening, Quickening, is now for sale on Barnes & Noble! You all should feel very proud--without your comments and continued interest I sincerely doubt I would have ever completed it. â¤ď¸ I hope someday in the not-too-distant future, I'll be at a book signing or something and see a familiar lizard lord or ancient falcon swoop down and say hello. Thanks for being my Muse. Here's to the Mighty Pen....may it never die... \ https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/awakening-quickening-helena-marfell/1146417668?ean=2940185888599
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Hmmmm. Sounds remarkably like a more detailed take on the City mouse and the Country mouse story, each having their own set of dangers they're accustomed to, and which they feel 'aren't that bad'. Or maybe a cross between that story, Animal Farm, and a certain Dreamworks movie (Over the Hedge..)? Sounds like a fun premise, though. Also, black leather wearing critter MUST be a ferret. Aka Chaos noodle crack missile.