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Once Again, Camp Approacheth!

By | March 13, 2017

It’s that time of the year again, when plot bunnies start popping out of the woodwork and the siren lure of a Camp NaNoWriMo can be heard!

(We’ll ignore the fact that my track record for wins with Camp NaNo’s is currently abysmal.)

So what’s on the docket for April’s Camp? Why my attempt at a play on the Beauty and the Beast story, Into Darkness. Which currently exists primarily in my head and a few very badly written scenes from twenty years ago, give or take.

Which makes a perfect start for a planster (half planner/half panster) NaNo! 😉

So let’s do some planning! 😀

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Daily Snippit : Urban/Suburban Fantasy (Into Darkness)

By | October 10, 2009

Oddly it bothered her more that Kai had seen fit to provide her with a new wardrobe than it did that he’d swiped her cell phone and her keys. The later at least made sense, the former was just insulting. True, her jeans had been a bit worn around the edges and the sweatshirt had seen one too many art classes to really be called any specific color, but darnit, they were her clothes and she wanted them back.

In theory she should have been able to track them down, the house was large but it wasn’t that large. Even if she took it a room at a day she’d find them eventually. Only he’d put some sort of confusion magic on the hallways and she searched the same room three times before she realized what she was doing. It didn’t help that the decorating style for two-thirds of the mansion was ‘dust cloths and bubble wrap’. It looked like someone was in the process of moving in or out, and she hadn’t decided which way the enigmatic immortal was headed.

Well, at least not ‘out’ until the curse was lifted.

Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy (Into Darkness)

By | June 6, 2008

“There are worse things than happy endings.”

Alex looked up from her book to find Kai watching her from one of the fireside chairs. He’d changed since the salle, and was nursing a glass of something that smelled faintly of blood and ginger. “Your definition of happy ending needs some work.”

“I don’t see why.” Make that blood and mulled wine. “I get what I want, you get what you want–”

“And what is it you think I want?”

“To be left alone.”

“Trapped here.”

“You can always leave,” he leaned back in the chair, not quite smirking. “After.”

“The minute they scent you, I’d be dead.” Alex tuned back to her book. “And you know that. Your happy ending is only happy for you.”

“And your happy ending is?”

She gave up on the book and sat-up to face him directly. “Going home: back to car payments and litter boxes, and freshman parties that turn the volume to eleven. And not–” she pointed the book at him, “vampires and curses, and magic castles. I want things to go back to normal.”

“Normal.” He raised an eyebrow. “The local werewolf pack turned you over to me to die, there is a distinct possibility that you may have offended a rather powerful earth elemental, and you just want to waltz back home as if nothing had happened?”

“As opposed to entering into an unbreakable blood-pact with someone who doesn’t seem to think it’s anything more than a curiosity? YES.”

“It’s not ‘unbreakable’–”

“See? No. No, no, no, no. I want,” she snapped, “to go home.

Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy (Into Darkness)

By | September 18, 2007

She’s chosen the wrong fairy tale somehow, wandering castle hallways that never lead the same way twice. Like a thousand other would-be heroines, trapped for a year and a day inside its somber walls. She knows she’s read this one before, only there’s no enchanted roses and the prince is the one wooing a beast.

She has something he wants, he has nothing she needs. It’s a parody of legend, twisting myth into something darker than it was meant to be. They circle each other through the maze of stone, searching for a happy ending that she’s not sure exists.

Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy (Into Darkness)

By | July 29, 2006

He wanted her, and took no pains to hide it, but he never touched her. He merely watched while they went about their daily lives, a constant background hum of lust to counterpoint the false normality. His magic had caught her by chance, and trapped her for a year and a day, but the magic that bound her within the walls of the mansion did nothing more. What he wanted must be freely given; a werewolf’s bite meant madness without the solid bonds of pack and place. So he waited and watched, and she paced the halls of Deepwood trying to decide.

It would cost her nothing (everything), it would win him nothing (everything), it would change everything (nothing)…