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.
