Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The END

I finished my book yesterday with a sprint to the finish line of 6067 words. It’s not the most I’ve written in a day, but a lot none-the less. I’m thrilled to finally reach the end. Today I start work on the next WIP. As promised, here’s a peek at In the Dark.

BLURB:
Born with a red blemish streaking her cheek, Katherine has been hidden her entire life. Even after her family perished in the plague, she did not emerge from behind the walls that protect her. With the help of a faithful servant, she is content to live as she’s been taught. However, her contentment ends when a band of men arrive to the castle in a cloud of dust. She’s horrified. And worried. And more than a little fascinated by the man who leads them, Calen the Black. While she spies on Calen from afar, her need to draw closer rages out of control until she sneaks to his room to experience his touch…for as long as they remain in the dark.

EXCERPT (unedited):

Northern Britain 1351
Panic rushed through Katherine Wolf, the only remaining member of Bryant the Wolf’s family, as she stared with astonishment through her window, high in one of the castle’s six towers. Along the road leading to her home, dust billowed into the sky—dust that was obviously coming from a band of oncoming riders. Moments later, eight black steeds carrying eight men came into sight. Four wore mail. Knights and their squires…

Katherine’s knees went weak.

No. They couldn’t be coming here.

But they were.

She watched in horror as the horsemen galloped towards the front gate. They stopped as if considering entrance, and Katherine willed them to depart with all her being. Of course, it wouldn’t work. She wasn’t a witch as some would suppose.

The rider who’d been in the lead held up his hand, signalling to the others to stop. Deftly, he leapt from his horse and pulled off his helm. He shook his head, loosening the damp hair which had been trapped under the metal. Katherine sucked in a breath as his midnight hair splayed in the wind then settled upon his wide shoulders. His black cloak swirled about him, displaying equally black garments below. His beautiful face lifted upward as he surveyed her home.

She quickly stepped backward for fear he’d see her watching him, though she was quite sure he wouldn’t be able to spy her. She pressed a hand to her middle. Men. Here at her home, the one place she’d always felt safe.

Lifting her fingers to her face, she covered her cheek and the rose-coloured streak she’d had since birth. Marked by the devil they said. She’d been cursed to never set foot from this place or else be burned as a witch.

But what was she to do now?

The men would never find this hidden chamber constructed by her grandfather to hide his treasures. It was likely they’d never find the hidden passages which gave her the run of the castle. She was rarely seen, but how long would that last before she accidentally stumbled upon one of the new inhabitants?

* * * * *

Calen the Black stared up at the fortress he’d been given as payment for his valiant services to Edward while in France. Payment? This fief was to be a punishment for his popularity in court. The king knew Calen would never undermine him, but he’d still banished him here to Warg, the castle of death. Some claimed it was haunted and as he saw movement in one of the towers, he wondered at that claim. No matter. No spirit would stop him from possessing his new home and urging the lands to once again flourish.

The degradation he’s seen on the ride to the castle had horrified him, but as in the rest of the land, the people had fled—or died—leaving the fields unattended. How much more so here with no lord to oversee them. The entire family of Bryant the Wolf, including Bryant himself, had succumb to the Great Pestilence.

Calen set his jaw, surveying the grey stone structure set against the mountains. It was a modern sprawling construction with six towers reaching into the clouds. A jewel to possess and a nightmare to tame. The death of so many within its walls, victims to an untameable disease sent apprehension clawing across his back.

“She’s a beauty,” Alaric, his highest ranking man and friend, commented as he moved to stand beside Calen. Calen realised belatedly that his companions had also dismounted as he’d stood there.

“Aye. She is.”

“What do you think of the King’s decree now?” Alaric asked.

“Clement. But he is well known for such.” He swallowed, not believing his words. Edward expected him to fail and perish here.

He would not.

Waving his hand, he beckoned the three men with him to move forward. He’d already sent men into the village to gather workers for the task ahead, but he and the ones with him could get started. “Alaric, come with me,” he ordered. “James and David, start a fire as we’ve discussed. When others arrive, direct them to gather water.”

Without waiting to see if his orders were followed, he crossed the fortress’s wide courtyard. James and David would follow his command without question and he felt his faithful companion close at his side. At the entrance to his future, he threw open the large wooden and iron doors, breathing shallowly of the air. It wasn’t as stagnant as he would have supposed. Either someone had made freely with his holding or there was a significant draught flowing through the thick walls. He was more inclined to suppose the former, rather than the later. The thick-walled structure seemed sturdy, though he knew there would be some draught—all castles had them, even Edward’s mighty home.

“Go with caution,” he urged quietly. “This place of death might not be as deserted as we suppose.” Vagrants? Robbers? He’d see either quickly evicted.

Light streamed through the doors to illuminate the great hall. He strode inside, taking in the heavy furnishings, stale reeds and mouldering wall-hangings while behind him Alaric open the two heavy, wood shutters covering large coloured glass windows on either side of the hall. Bryant had been wealthy to afford such, but wealth hadn’t saved him from death.

“All of it goes,” he told Alaric imperiously. “The tables, benches…” He pointed to the chairs where Bryant had his wife had no doubt sat for meals. “Those seats, the hangings, the reeds. I want the hall bare.”

“The heritage…”Alaric murmured.

“Not my heritage. A new era starts now.”


Things to do today:

1. Take a nap. A ten minute rest can do your body good.

2. Check your dairy intake. Osteoporosis isn’t pretty.

3. Check out Ashley Ladd’s blog about dreams.

4. Refocus you energy at Skylight Astrology.

~~Brynn

11 comments:

Bronwyn's Blog said...

Congratulations on finishing! You absolutely amaze me.

It's such an awesome story. I'm really looking forward to reading it again! :D

Dakota Rebel said...

I knew I heard a Woo Hoo! Congratulations, and I'm with Bron, you're amazing.

XoXoXo
Dakota Rebel

(Tomorrow on my blog there will be an even louder Woo Hoo pertaining to the two of you, so don't miss that.)

Kelly Kirch said...

Yayyyy! After teasing me with this one for so long, I'm so glad it's done!!! Congratulations!

Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

Congrats on finishing your story, Brynn! That's such a wonderful feeling, isn't it?

In the Dark sounds like a fascinating story. Loved the blurb and excerpt—they really drew me in!

I'm in the middle of a manuscript now and can't wait until I complete it so I can take a deep breath and relax for about two minutes before starting the next one. LOL

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I think no matter how many times I see that lion video I'm going to cry. ;-) And thanks for the link! I just added one for you.

Ashley Ladd said...

Great book. I can't wait to read it. Thanks for giving a link to my post today.

Molly Daniels said...

WOW! I love the sound of In the Dark! I'll go ahead and add it to my list:)

anny cook said...

oooooh, this is wonderful! How long is it? And where can we buy it? Please?

Brynn Paulin, Author of sassy erotic romance. said...

It's a novella. It's out Nov. 17.

Ashley Ladd said...

I can definitely relate to your heroine. When I was little, I felt like her, wanting to hide the scar on my face and feeling like no man would ever want me if he could see it. Now that I'm older, I go for months, even years and forget all about it.

Ashley Ladd said...

Oh! And congrats on finishing. Way to go!

Caley Greene said...

Congratulations! It can't come out soon enough!!!!!!! Sounds fantastic!