Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*. This week, it’s something totally new. I’m sharing from the sequel to Cleaning House, from Keeping House, which is truly still a WIP. I’m almost finished with the rough draft though. Actually, I’m 95K into the work, and I’ve sketched out the ending, but I’m taking a break to work on a novella from the Surrogate series that I hope to release later this year.
And the partial cover above is, you guessed it, Keeping House, but it’s still a work in progress and it’s too far from the release to share the full design.
While Centenary Rhodes is the protagonist in Keeping House, the character Dane Gow is pivotal to the novel. She has a dark history, and I’m shoving you headfirst into it.
But first, here’s my character collage of Dane from Cleaning House. This is where she’s at in 2017.
The images below is how I picture Dane in 1603, give or take. Immortal and full of rage. No, she hasn’t really aged, but Hunter Fae doesn’t. They can disguise themselves though, and Dane has frequently disguised herself as a man over the last 400 years. Not so much now because it isn’t as necessary, especially as a successful business person, which she is.
But Dane at the tender age of sixteen, abused and heartbroken…
And Cent in 1603? Female, around fifteen years old, and even more frightened than Dane.
Here’s my math for 8/8/2018: I’m taking the two for the first two paragraphs from the prologue of Keeping House: Novel #2 in the Appalachian Elementals Series.
Near the Nolichucky River
The Appalachian Mountains, Summer 1603
“What have ye captured, lassie?” Duff Gow, king of the Hunter Fae, draws close, curious as to what quarry young Dane has caught and is now trying to hide from him. He is a tall, pale-fleshed man, broad-shouldered and the possessor of a long, flowing mane of black hair that matches his equally dark beard, but he is no longer handsome. It is not his age of nearly a thousand years that uglies him. No, his skin is flawless, his smile dangerous in its ability to disarm, and his teeth are straighter and sharper than any Human’s. It is his ever-burning rage that petrifies those who encounter Duff’s wrath. It is his black, battle-scarred wings and blood-stained blades. No Hunter survives so long without fury, does not become king without being aggressive and suspicious, without being manic and rough and conquering of everyone who stands in his way. “Is it a turkey? A peacock?” No, this shape is much larger. “Have ye nabbed an entire flock in one net throw?”
“Tis nothing, Great King. ‘Twas a mistake is all. Ah am embarrassed ye saw before Ah took it away.” Dane gulps and gathers her skirts in one hand, stretching them to cover her spoils. “Ah shall take it back tae th’ forest an’ release it.” Dane bends to gather the net, but Duff knocks her aside and pulls back the weave to find a terrified Tsalagi woman nearing Dane’s age, barefoot and clad in a simple deer-hide dress, tangled inside.
To be continued next week.
Read more from the Appalachian Elementals series HERE.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.
(Both singular images of young women comes from Unsplash)