I gave myself a little chuckle while I was writing War for the North yesterday (now testing the title The Longest Shadow instead). I came this close to writing a ‘your face’ joke and I had to share.
Finneas peered at the woman, making no effort to disguise his scrutinising gaze. Subtlety had never been his strong point in the face of commoners.
“What do you suppose happened to her face?”
“Well whatever it was, I know you won’t be happening to her face.”
“She’s far too skinny,” Finneas said. “All skin and sinew by the look of it. Not a whore at any rate. Not with that face.”
Arwell was about to make a remark about Finneas’ own face when Prince Marle stalked into the throne room. The crowd knelt before him as he made his way to the throne, his expression one of perpetual irritation.
© Jessica Wiles, 2013
When it comes to writing love interests I like to have everything planned before hand, so with War for the North my main character, Lind, had two love interests: Guth, her silent bodyguard, and Colm, the knight. It was going well, the plan was she’d be in love with Guth until she found him with a prostitute at which point she would fly into a rage and make plans to humiliate him. After a long hard think about her life, she would fall for the charms of the handsome and loyal Colm. That was the plan anyway.
Lord Wolsey’s chambers were grander than Middle City and the City of the Mountain put together. The central room was round and had a long table for dining at its centre, the walls were decorated with banners in the Wolsey colours. A spiral staircase took Lind to her room at the top of the tower, while Guth and Colm had rooms below hers. There were five rooms altogether and Lind supposed Lord Wolsey had a lot of guests. Her room consisted of a table, although Colm called it a desk, and a large feather bed. Lind had only slept in a bed a handful of times, but never had she slept in a bed so soft. Lying on it was almost unbearable. There was a large wardrobe, as Colm called it, where she should put her clothes, though Lind explained that she only had the clothes she wore. The room was otherwise sparse. It had none of the decorations that the dining room had, though Colm explained it was due to Lord Wolsey’s recent death. He left her to settle into her room, taking Guth with him.
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Tagged Arwell, Elder, Farstrider, Finneas, Introduction, Lind, lord, Lord Grey, Lord Hallworth, prince, regent, war for the north, Warren
When you’re writing a fantasy you end up with a lot of characters with a lot of unusual (and occasionally stupid) names. It can get confusing and difficult to keep track of; Prince Robert has gone through at least three different names, only one of which I can remember. So I put them into this handy table so I can keep track of them, along with their roles in the world. So far I only have the generally important characters, but the rest will follow eventually (when I actually write about them).
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Tagged border clan, Fantasy, king, knight, literature, lord, marle, Master, names, prince, prince robert, regent, stupid names, Tiber, war for the north, weird, wolsey
I really love this guy’s name. I really, really do. Colm is from War for the North and will be a main character alongside Lind Farstrider, Kalder Mallory and possible others.
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Tagged brett, citadel, city watch, colm, common, Farstrider, knight, knighthood, Lind, merchant, ser, ser colm brett, the common knight, war for the north
Lind did not know how long she slept, but when she woke the moon was halfway across the sky and the stars were twinkling brightly around him above the dark canopy. She thought she had heard something or seen something; she always slept with one eye open. To her left a twig snapped. She had heard something. She strained her ears in the silence. Slow footsteps, heavy, armoured. There were twelve. The fire was still burning enough to give off a little light, light which glinted off cold steel. Continue reading