Hit A (Personal) Milestone!
Hi, my lovelies! It’s been a minute!
I hope you’ve been well!
I’ve been super busy with my new job as a part-time Library Assistant for a local private university, my regular full-time job, and packing for this move! (It’s soon!)
I’ve been working on SINNER SHARPE tonight and I FINALLY got the man to Mooria! (Insert SCREAMS OF EXCITEMENT HERE.)
Now the REAL story can begin!
And I can share a quote I’ve been DYING to share with you all since I wrote it at SINNER SHARPE’S conception to help me get an idea of what kind of story I was writing:
Alt Text: “There lay darkness to the North, those lands cast in shadow. Away, away traveler, from these lands, lest you fall prey to the blood demons thereupon. Heed these words, for they be your warning true. Sail away from Mooria, lest ye become a blood demon too.”
It’s a message that is displayed after every part break in the story, guiding us to the next part. And it goes without saying that it’s a warning the reader sees the beginning of before our forlorn hero reaches Mooria. Once he’s there and the *real* story is revealed, the last part of that message is shared during the next part break of the story when, for lack of better word, Sinner is irrevocably changed.
How does he change? You’ll have to wait to read the book to see - I’m not giving THAT away (at least not for free).
That said, I’m not leaving you empty-handed.
Here’s a snippet of a scene I just wrote:
I did not rest through the night, nor did I stop when the morning came. I only knew it happened when bits of light the bats above could not conceal hit the water, illuminating the creature that had gotten quite a distance ahead of me.
I was almost swimming alone.
The past day had been constant swimming.
I don’t know how I didn’t stop.
Don’t know why I couldn’t.
For I was very aware now, as the second day of swimming endlessly greeted me, that I couldn’t.
I ached, I cursed, my muscles burned, my eyes burned. Yet I had no need to release myself as was natural for a man, nor (though I’d grown accustomed to this) had I a need to replenish lost strength with food.
It was though I was compelled, by no will of my own, to continue onward.
It was not lost on me that I had been, perhaps, always compelled to journey to this place. Even despite my fear, my desire for the promised riches, the promised end to Yessup’s rule over my life, there had been, always, a need to venture to this land of fabled monsters and see the horrors promised head on.
And now that I had seen these monsters, the uncertainty I had felt on this journey, the realization that horrors beyond my greatest imagination indeed existed, spurred in me the greatest resignation that I was going, perhaps, to die a certain death.
Or at least, and I thought of Fern and Dagger swept away by their respective creatures, suffer a cruel fate at their black claws.
That’s all for me my lovelies! I’m going back to writing before the busiest week of my life commences!
Be kind to yourselves!
With Blood and Love,
S.C. Parris