tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61388062011-04-21T19:42:20.508-07:00Book of SunThis is my first Nano novel ever (year 2002)--~51,000 words. See 'Book of Whispers' for more detail on Nano, or visit <a href="www.nanowrimo.org">www.nanowrimo.org</a>. All work (c) Tasihan_Empire and KasKade113@aol.com
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<br>Disclaimer--some violence. No sex. Little bad language. A wee bit of crappy writing, but that's to make word count.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1071716204133057022003-12-17T18:56:00.000-08:002003-12-17T18:56:58.666-08:00Man, I just wish I could work on this story. It could be so good if I sat down and worked on it!
Unfortunately, everything is hectic and crammed from here until the end of February--and only then if I'm lucky.
I wish I could take a few months off to sit back, relax, and do nothing but write--all day, all night, until my fingers bleed.
I have so much inside of me. What if I die? So very much Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1071281646514608722003-12-12T18:14:00.000-08:002003-12-12T18:14:19.480-08:00I got a guestbook. check it out at the Book of Whispers site.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070140178136962882003-11-29T13:09:00.000-08:002003-11-29T13:09:47.760-08:00All right, if anybody knows how to add a:
a) guestbook
or
b) some form in which somebody else can post comments on my site...
PLEASE EMAIL me! KasKade113@aol.com
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070033998166917932003-11-28T07:39:00.000-08:002003-11-28T07:40:07.056-08:00Weird... Occasionally when you refresh this page you get *freakin* strange stuff--like comics, or strange pics, or just weird things like lists of the times and dates I've posted, but no blog. I think the server is malfunctioning. Either that or I'm getting hacked.
Freakin weird.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070031229771052072003-11-28T06:53:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:53:58.420-08:00ARGH! can anyone tell me why my dratted links do not work?
Never mind... *changes template*
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070030021052551812003-11-28T06:33:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:33:50.000-08:00I've forgotten how much I really love this book. It has such intense descriptions--such metaphorical moments and such beauty in its actual language. Sure, it needs editing... but it's good! It deserves to be edited!
*whew*Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029682232163602003-11-28T06:28:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:28:11.266-08:00whew... that's all I've *edited* so far. from here on, I don't like, except for tiny excerpts here and there, and the conclusion. I'm considering waiting to post it until I finish mutilating it to fit my needs.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029676596058982003-11-28T06:27:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:28:05.613-08:00Chapter 7
A single stroke of thunder resounded and echoed and revolved within her chest—a heartbeat, but one so loud it shook the earth and cracked the sky and rattled the tiny tribe that crouched, now, in near-miserable existence by the cave.
But she did not wake.
The sun, bound as it was to the eternal gold of her bright eyes—bound in ways she had never known, but bound nonetheless—spun a Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029519137852712003-11-28T06:25:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:25:28.210-08:00Chapter 6
The night had passed. The sun was a glaring bright globe directly over her. She squinted against it, and in a rush all the sensations that had been lost during her falling now returned to her.
Heat sank deep into her body, scorching her limbs, baking her thoroughly. The ground was hard against her, all around, and a large, awkward rock was wedged between the earth and the small of Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029416583408202003-11-28T06:23:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:23:45.663-08:00Chapter 5
She fell backwards through the air, plummeting away with heart-stopping speed. The wind bawled in her ears and a scream rose in her throat. Her eyes lifted, and she saw a blaze of light above.
Silence.
Blindness.
Senseless. She felt nothing. There was no longer any wind about her. The air was gone. The heat. The scream in her throat. The dust on her tongue. It ceased to be. She feltTashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029356719680882003-11-28T06:22:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:22:45.820-08:00Chapter 4
For a moment she sat in stunned silence, contemplating the razory edges of the leaf and the remembrance of the shifting rock engraved in her mind. She was startled, suddenly. Something strange had tied the sun to this mountain—through this little symbol, she knew.
But she was not afraid. She was excited. Drawing in deep breaths, she stared about her, looking for something, for Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029171597703712003-11-28T06:19:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:19:40.743-08:00Chapter 3
Laijann’s bitter words were ringing in her head as she neared the massive mountain. She ran until she hit spot where the soft sand mingled with hard pebbles, and then she slowed, but ran lightly onwards, until she came to the place where the sand and the pebbles lay over sheer rock, and it hurt to run there, so she stopped. And she walked, walked forward, picking her way over the Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070029021719141282003-11-28T06:17:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:17:10.886-08:00Chapter 2
When the dawn finally came, it found Ajabin awake. She had not slept again that night. She left the cave just as soon as the first beams of light peered over the horizon, and had already dined upon sunlight when the others were just waking. She did not tell them about her dream; she had already sworn Bijano to secrecy. She was afraid of what the adults would say about it; she was Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070028870587132182003-11-28T06:14:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:14:39.793-08:00Note: this is in the middle of revision, so there is a point at which the beginning, which has been fixed, does not meet/make sense with the parts that follow, which have NOT been fixed.
so... yeah...Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1070028834931757612003-11-28T06:13:00.000-08:002003-11-28T06:14:04.153-08:00Chapter 1
And she remembered. Time twisted, and thoughts became the present, and it was no longer now, but now was a long time ago…
It was nighttime, and the tribe was asleep in the cave. A young girl, perhaps ten years old, shifted restlessly as she slept. The world was silent all around, so very silent that the motion of the stars outside was almost audible. Only one young man was awake, and Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138806.post-1069974804999313302003-11-27T15:13:00.000-08:002003-11-27T15:13:34.063-08:00Prelude
It was hot.
It was not hot. It was parched. It was roasted. It was burnt. It was unendurably scorched. Heat could have no definition in the world when it was so constant as to be the norm. Hot occurred only on the mildest of days. Desert was the norm. The heat sank into the earth and became it, a solid essence, the definition of warmth. Heat was the ground and the ground was heat.
A Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871581076638898272noreply@blogger.com