I've decided to change gears and take some time away from DWARFED for a little while and focus on a new project I'm working on. It's a Gothic, historical romance set in Northumbridge during the 1200's. I don't think there will be any pigs :( but I know there's going to be lots of cattle, maybe even a few cute calves.
I'm not completely sure what directions this story will take, I'm working on the 1st draft right now and just have a basic outline for the first few chapters. So far, I'm excited about the project, mostly because it's so different from everything else I've written.
Thick black clouds, gathered, layering one on top of another until light from the moon and the stars couldn’t break free and the night sky became cavernous nothingness about to swallow the world. Occasionally one split open, spitting icy drops of water that felt like tiny daggers striking the skin.
The wind was a living thing, screaming, it tore through the dense, forest, cackling it forced the trees to bend and swirl in a macabre dance that tangled the limbs and threatened to snap trunks. It screeched as it found Rachel, laughing with delight as it tangled her long blonde hair and twined her cloak about her ankles.
Rachel ignored the wind, her only concern was putting as much distance between herself and the castle as she possibly could.
Sharp sticks jabbed into the bottom of her bare feet as she changed from the wide driveway and onto the narrows path that cut into the thick forest. The driveway provided the most direct route to the main gate, but it also was the first place they would look for her when they realized she had escaped. The forest was safer.