Weekend Writing Warriors: using Dark energy to heal

Well friends, sorry I missed posting last week. I’m back though to pick up sharing bits of my novel-in-progress (working title Night Shift) for Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers share up to 10 sentences of their work for you, dear readers, to enjoy. Some is published, some not; some is romance or fantasy, others are historical or contemporary. But they’re all pretty darn good!

You can find previous snippets of Night Shift here. Devorah and Kazimir have left the synagogue which is now on fire, sadly 😦 She slugs him for something he did while they were still inside the building. This has the desired effect of making him collapse, but also has the undesired effect of making her hand feel like bones have cracked. Kazimir needs a minute or two to recover, as you might expect; they talk a bit, he notices she’s favoring her hand so he offers to help.

“This the one you hit me with? I can fix it.”

He cradled my hand in both of his. That alone was marvelously warm, but then it got way warmer. A red glow with a pins-and-needles sensation spread over my hand on both sides. The prickling grew sharper and hotter as it sank below the surface. It creeped me out but the pain lessened. Just as I was about to pull myself free, the prickling and the glow quit.

He released my hand, smiling. “I get a kick out of using Dark energy to heal people.”

Neat trick, that–but it doesn’t come free. There might be more about that in a future excerpt.

April in my neck of the woods has not been overwhelmingly springlike so I flipped the calendar to May a day early 🙂 I’m just going to pretend I’m on a tropical beach! How is spring shaping up where you are? And who else is watching playoff hockey??


Weekend Writing Warriors: His bellowing echoed in my head

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Who had a beautiful bright warm sunny day on Saturday? I did I did! 😀 Our warmest day this month. Insects are starting to wake up, birds are deliriously happy, daffodils are screaming their yellow heads off–ah, spring!

It was so nice out today I couldn’t even come inside to put together another Weekend Writing Warriors excerpt until evening. But here it is! You may recall that previously, Devorah and her mentor Kazimir were asked to trap the demon known as Thaumiel. They set up said trap in the basement of a synagogue. Last week, something unexpected happened. This week, I’m skipping ahead a little.

You can find previous excerpts here. Today’s excerpt has been modified to follow the rules. And please remember to go back to the WeWriWa home page to find links to wonderful excerpts from a wide variety of stories! If you can’t find something here to love reading, you’re too picky 🙂

Cracks opened in the floor; the continuous shaking threw me down. Rumbling and the sounds of things falling got louder. Somebody lifted me, but rather than feel my feet on solid ground, I kept moving upward, fast enough to make me light-headed. An awful crashing went on below as my feet dangled into nothingness. The swaying was worse than the boat trip I’d taken when we got caught in a storm. Cold wind raked across me, making it hard to get enough air into my lungs and making my whole head burn.

I thumped onto the ground, snow flying into my face. I gulped air and my skin tingled painfully as it began to warm. Thaumiel’s terrible bellowing echoed in my head, his blazing eyes seemed to hover in front of me. I rubbed my eyes then looked around—close by, Kazimir struggled to rise to one knee.

Want to know what went on when Thaumiel was caught? You’ll either have to wait till the book is published or volunteer to be a beta reader! 😉 I’m adding worldbuilding details but it can be hard to work that in without it looking like it’s worked in, you know? Plus trying to avoid the “as you know, Bob” syndrome. Non-writers think writing is easy; heck, I used to think that too. What a rude awakening, LOL!

Weekend Writing Warriors: Unexpected shadows

What are you reading? I’ve just started re-reading The Witches of Karres, by James H. Schmitz. I read the book closer to 30 years ago; picked it up on a whim at my local library. I adored this book when I first read it, lost track of it and spent time since then trying to figure out who wrote it or what the title was. It’s delicious to rediscover a book you’ve been looking for literally for decades! 

Anyway it’s time once again for Weekend Writing Warriors! Peeps who sign our linky list before 12 midnight Saturdays Eastern time visit each other’s blogs for samples of their writing, published or not. 8 to 10 sentences is not much but you’d be surprised at the cool things our writers can get into that little framework.

So in the previous excerpt of my novel-in-progress (working title Night Shift) Kazimir and Devorah, along with Kaz’s friends Vishram and Kwame, set up the basement of the synagogue with a trap for the high-ranking demon known as Thaumiel. In the full version of the chapter, it’s explained that the centerpiece of the trap, an earthenware bowl called a demon bowl, will hum and vibrate when Thaumiel is nearby. The group has had a few minutes to wait, walking in nervous circles or idly playing with whips made of whichever element they’re aligned with. You can find previous excerpts here.

A loud humming filled the room. Covering my ears, I grimaced as the high-pitched sound drove into my brain. It stopped when two or three dozen writhing shadows dropped onto the bowl. They were shaped like humans but smaller. All but a couple slithered off. 

“What the fuck?” Kazimir shouted. 

Vishram snapped his fire whip at some of the shadows moving in his direction. “You said he didn’t use tarashim anymore!” 

“He hasn’t used them in two hundred years!” 

Oops. Well that doesn’t sound good! These are not your typical shadows, as you might expect. I’ll share a bit more from that chapter before moving on.

Thanks for visiting my little blog today 🙂 I appreciate all your comments, even if it’s to suggest a change or two. After all, different eyes see different things, and our work wouldn’t improve without new perspectives. I’m looking forward to tying up the current draft so I can look for some critiquers willing to read the whole thing. I’m sure there could be more worldbuilding and some repetitive words knocked out. It’s hard to find all the things that need improving when it’s your own word-baby!

Weekend Writing Warriors: blessing before the fight

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Happy April, folks! Even though our winter didn’t get underway until January, I’m well and truly done with the cold. Except that temps this coming week are supposed to be below normal *sigh* But the crocus, snowdrops, daffodils, hyacinths are blooming so warm weather’s right around the corner.

Spring is a creative time, and the other writers who join in the Weekend Writing Warriors  blog hop have been busy. There’s science fiction, romance, YA, historicals, fantasy, and more—stop by and find your next favorite author!

You can find previous excerpts of my novel-in-progress Night Shift here. Now in the basement of Temple Beth El, Devorah and her mentor Kazimir are preparing to trap the high-ranking demon known as Thaumiel. Kaz’s friends Vishram and Kwame are with them. The main part of the trap is something called a demon bowl—a ceramic bowl engraved with “spells” and sometimes humanoid figures. The bowls were made in Babylonia, some possibly by Jewish captives. Kaz has set this one with a gem in the middle that will serve as a focus stone.

Kaz spoke in a reverential tone I didn’t hear often. “Holy of Holies, One Without End, Highest and Most Perfect, I come before you as your servant to ask that you bless this bowl and focus stone. Tonight I, together with your servants Vishram, Kwame, and Devorah, and a host of holy angels together with your servant Adrael, gather to entrap the lilu known as Thaumiel. I ask that you allow the centuries of ambient holy energy contained by this temple to enter this focus stone so that the trap may be powerful enough to hold a demon as strong as Thaumiel. Holy energy, fill this stone in the name of the God of Light. Almighty One, I give you eternal gratitude, for this and for the many blessings you have granted me.”

The hair at the back of my neck stood on end as a faint white mist covered the bowl for a split second. Or had it been my imagination?

They seem to be preparing well. There are four people, a large group of angels will also be in the room, and a key part of the trap has apparently been blessed by the Almighty. This should be easy, right?

I’ve been trying to shake the influence of TV to get back to my chapters. I don’t watch much TV generally, but have discovered that one of our local secondary channels shows Westerns; movies and some episodes from serials. This is bad for my muse. Westerns, oddly, are my guilty pleasure. I’d include chocolate in that but I don’t feel guilty about that!