Short Piece of Something I Will Never Publish

Something upon which to meditate.

Something upon which to meditate.

While rereading old documents I had saved on a flash drive, I came cross this interaction between two characters in my Soren mythos. Given my head-space for the past, oh, four years, this kind of writing may never come again from my fingers. I enjoy the story it represents, and love the ideas (passive verb choices notwithstanding), but this story might be dead forever. Maybe. I’m unsure. But it bears seeing the light of day, regardless.

This excerpt comes from a series of chess games I wrote for the third novel in the Soren series, one for each major character in the pantheon. This is Darion, a recent addition to the stories, but an old character from the creation story, i pawn dreamer.

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Excerpt: Of Salt and Fire, First Two Pages

Photoshop tests are the best!

Photoshop tests are the best!

“…[T]o encompass them by a definition, dæmones are living beings in kind, rational creatures in mind, susceptible to emotion in spirit, in body composed of the air, everlasting in time. Of these five points I have listed, the first three are shared with us, the fourth is their own, the last they have in common with the immortal gods; but they differ from them in their capacity to suffer.” ~Apuleius, On the God of Socrates

“I will still haunt you,” I said to nobody, but her.

Standing beneath our catalpa tree in the middle of Forest Park, St. Louis, I felt her all around me. She fell in pollen dust from evergreens. She disguised the wind with perfume. Tara died four months ago, and I destroyed myself in her memory.

Five months ago, I would have said, all flowery and ignorant, that death was transitory—death, and all the little deaths of life—and haunting was just a relative term for endearment.

And today, I crave, without wanting, death. I nearly tasted her. I wanted to walk through, just for a moment, to kiss her cheek, to say goodbye. To say, unequivocally, she is loved.

Death is a door I once found beautiful. It is still a door. A gnarled, looming door. And I didn’t see Tara beyond it.

Which brings me to the quote on the previous page.

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Excerpt from Book 2, I Trailed a Blood House

This is the opening scene from my finished second book in the Soren series, I Trailed a Blood House. It’s unpublished. The first book is, alternatively, unpublished. I figured I spend enough time talking about my work, I might as well show what I’m working on. Soren is haunted. Jack is a shade that has systematically destroyed Soren’s life since he was a toddler while simultaneously training Soren how to work magic. Olivia is a character Soren met in the first book. They like each other.

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