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[innocentlymacabre]

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

STATUS: querying

GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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Holiday Sips 12/21

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[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 9/28: save

“You think you’re saving me. You can’t save me like this.”

The Queen of Lies

[avaseofpeonies]

Daily Sip from @sipofsnips

10/17: unkempt

An unwelcome feeling began to rise in his chest, and he scowled. While he must admit that she was very beautiful, unkempt though she was just now, beautiful spies were not at all uncommon.

He hadn't expected this particular danger.

Salvage, V1Ch17

Salvage WIP Intro

[writingrosesonneptune]

Sip of Snips, 09/29: Smoke

Check out this week's words here!

Smoke

From Pelican Queen/Rain Summoner

"Is there a reason you've stopped here?" Ghost-Hand asked, his voice faint. His head felt swollen from lying on his side for so long.

The Huntsman kept his hand pressed where Dol's vines had pierced him. He squinted ahead to a trail of smoke climbing from the trees just off the orchard. "I have a score to settle."

[bluberimufim]

Sip of Snips - "edge"

Have I posted this particular snip before? Yes. And you're gonna see it again. Because this is my favourite scene in this WIP. From chapter 25 of "Black and White":

He was constantly haunted by images that took the place of ghosts. He saw the man in black and white. He saw Alphonse's body, eyes closed, as calm as if he were sleeping, making his red hair stand out like blood. He saw that form that had once been his son and no longer was. But the vision that tormented him the most was that of his grave. He couldn't seem to forget the letters of his name etched into the stone, just as they were etched into his mind, with sharp and precise edges, still not weathered by time. He never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime. He never thought he'd see his son's name on that stone, the name he and Lucille had picked out with all the love and care in the world. He never thought that name would ever be used in this way. And that was one of the things that bothered him the most, besides his guilt: how wrong it all was.

I love this scene. I remember writing it and being on the verge of tears. It do be like that sometimes 😎

[rhyaxxyn]

2/22 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 | 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄

He felt like a five course meal to her.

“Jzola bog,” she hissed. Her helmet slid down. It was the skull of the beasts which attacked them at the temple.

She swung, their blades screaming against one another. They were separate for an instant before she kicked and Quinn stumbled back. He caught himself on the elevator door, one half of his body hanging over the ledge. A thousands moans erupted from the elevator shaft, so wild and intense that they matched that of a hundred screams, a hundred war cries.

Grunting, Quinn pulled himself back in. His blade shrunk into a small dagger. Their proximity shrunk, and he began trading hits with her, each of their blades just narrowly dodging the other’s throat, their arms, their eyes.

By the time he finally got a glimpse of Heather he was panting, and her eyes were blazing, seeking him too.

The moment slowed.

He had to get to her. He had to.

A blade sought Heather.

[sarandipitywrites]

sip of snips 1/11

rules are here

today's word is idea, which is everywhere across my WIPs (maybe i should edit some out? ...nah lol). but i'm particularly fond of this snip from draft 1 of The Art of Empty Space, so here you go :)

this one's longer than the other snips i've shared this week, so it goes under the cut:

The beast's footprints stood out like scars in the new snow. Sis followed them without Lienzo's instruction, her head bobbing as she tracked each motion and deviation. Long, quadrupedal strides. Huge, digitigrade tracks for the back feet; spread-toed, raccoonlike tracks for the front. Other tracks, too. Older, sunken and misshapen by the continuous snowfall. Smaller than the beast's, though not by much. They grew more numerous, more chaotically placed as they traveled deeper into the forest. Lienzo kept his eyes on the beast's tracks. Even when the other tracks crossed over, even when they seemed at a glance to overtake the fresh tracks entirely. Lienzo wasn't going to lose it. "Kuuuuh, kuh-kuh-kuh..." Lienzo's head snapped up from the tracks at Sis's warning call. Bright eyes shone through the trees. He turned in his saddle. One, three, ten, more. More of the creatures than they'd seen earlier, more than Lienzo could hope to fend off. The eyes closed in around them, a circle of flickering, blinking light. They were surrounded. Liezno's heart dropped out, landed somewhere on the forest floor. He'd known this was a bad idea. He'd known that they shouldn't have gone after the beast, and they wouldn't have had to, if only Lienzo had killed the beast when he'd had the chance, had done the smart thing, the right thing. Instead he'd had to hold onto his stupid, bleeding heart and run away from the one task he'd been given. And now they were going to pay for his mistake.

[oh-no-another-idea]

Sip of Snips: longing

Velia made it through five more second class cars with the red seats before the train left the station. She felt it tense beneath her boots—all that shifting muscle, straining. And then it moved, one small huff followed by another. Grabbing ahold of the nearest wall, Velia found a window and looked out. Already the fog of New York was moving, falling back. The noise picked up, as did their speed, and the station platform ended. Buildings swished past, their lights a blur through the murky glass. The clacking unnerved her. Velia was no stranger to noise, to the constant clamor of the city, but where those familiar sounds soothed her or simply faded to the background, the train’s tread felt desperate. As though it already was thinking longingly of the destination and the journey’s end. Or perhaps she was merely assigning her own quiet thoughts to the machine.

From The Invisible Girl 🚂

[hyba]

Sipofsnips: 'Grey' / The Qarran Tales

Today's prompt from @sipofsnips is a fun one for me because it's the name of one of my characters! Which means I have so much to choose from!!!

Grey is one of the main characters of my fantasy series, The Qarran Tales. Here's a snippet featuring Grey doing some quick thinking on his feet to save Mila from a ruffian.

Grey took a step forward, his grasp tight around the hilt of his sword. "I wouldn't do that," he said. "I told you I didn't care much for that man, but the same can't be said of the girl. I can't allow you to hurt her." "What's this, then?" the axe-wielder asked, chuckling. "You like her? Are you trying to save your lady love, boy?" Grey snorted. "Don't be foolish," he said. "That girl is more important than that. You don't know who you're threatening to kill, do you? She's too valuable." He was pulling words out of thin air, and his performance skills were absolutely terrible, but as long as it made the man hesitate, he didn't care. "Is that so?" the man asked, and his eyes glistened at the prospect of something valuable. He lowered the axe slightly. "Who is she?" "Don't you know?" Grey asked, faking incredulity. What's taking Ragnar so long? "I thought that was why you and your men attacked us."

More info: >> The Qarran Tales project page >> Mila OC intro post

[innocentlymacabre]

There's a saying some people have about things that glitter.

[sipofsnips]

Week 50 and 51 sips!

You can reblog this post and do em all now, save 'em and find 'em as you have the energy/time, or just use it as a heads up for what's comin'.

Up to you!

All I ask is that you use the #sipofsnips tag so people can find each other's snips and get excited about writing.

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Welcome to a very special edition of Sip of Snips!

Wherein we have two weeks in a row of words posted at once. You are encouraged to use these words as prompts to write something new, no matter what it is. Poetry, flash fiction, a drabble, whatever you wish to do to answer the holiday poets.

Mari Lwyd has come seeking spirits for the holidays, and to warm herself by your hearth--she's willing to sing for the privilege.

She's said her starting line already. Now it's your turn.

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Below the cut you will find the 'Cân y Fari Lwyd', or 'The Mari Lwyd Song', in case you wish to know it. Though only the outside part. You can deal with her on your own once she's inside.

Cân y Fari Lwyd

(Oddi allan) Wel dyma ni'n dwad Gyfeillion diniwad I ofyn am gennad i ganu.

Os na chawn ni gennad, Cewch glywed ar ganiad Beth fydd ein dymuniad - nos heno.

Agorwch y dryse, Mae'r rhew wrth ein sodle, Mae'r rhew wrth ein sodle - nos heno.

Os oes gennych atebion, Wel, dewch a nhw'n union I ateb prydyddion y gwylie.

(Ateb oddi mewn) O, cerwch ar gered, Mae'ch ffordd yn agored, Mae'r ffordd yn agored - nos heno.

(Oddi allan) Nid ewn ni ar gered Heb dorri ein syched, Heb dorri ein syched - nos heno.

(Oddi mewn) Mae ffynnon yn tarddu Ym mhistyll y Beili, Trwy ffafwr cewch lymed i brofi.

(Oddi allan) Nid yfwn o'r ffynnon I oeri ein calon I fagu clefydon - y gwylie.

(Oddi mewn) Rhowch glywad, wyr doethion, Pa faint y'ch o ddynion A beth yn wych union, (x3) yw'ch enwau.

(Oddi allan) Rhyw bump o wyr hawddgar, Rhai gorau y ddaear Yn canu mewn gwir air (x3) am gwrw.

(Oddi mewn) Os llymaid bach melys A geisiwch dros wefus Dewch atom yn hwylus (x3) i'r aelwyd.

The Mari Lwyd song

(From outside) Well, here we come Innocent friends To ask may we have leave to sing.

If we don’t have leave, You can listen to the song that tells of our leaving - tonight.

Open the doors, There’s ice under our heels, There’s ice under our heels - tonight.

If you have answers, Well, bring them exactly To answer the holidays poets.

(Answer from inside) Oh, go walk, Your way is open, Your way is open - tonight.

(From outside) We won’t walk away Without breaking our thirst, Without breaking our thirst - tonight.

(From inside) The fountain originates In the Bailey’s spring, As a favour have a drink to taste.

(From outside) We won’t drink from a fountain To colden our hearts To breed fever - [of] the holiday.

(From inside) Listen, wise men, What size is your party (of men) And what exactly is great, (x3) are your names.

(From outside) Some five pleasant men, Some of the best on Earth Singing true words (x3) for beer.

(From inside) If there’s a small sweet swig [of beer] That you can try on your lips Come to us in good spirits (x3) to the hearth.

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 10/20: ajar

The broken schoolhouse door slammed, jolting ajar and swaying in the draught.

hey this moment is gonna be important not in the next chapter of The Queen of Lies, but in the next next chapter. ok bye

[avaseofpeonies]

Word of the day from Sip of Snips:

7/27: Precious

From Salvage, V1Ch21:

“There are things you may not know, that may not be mine to tell-”

“Yes, yes,” Kelvaran retorted. “She's a precious mystery to be revealed by no one. Do you have a point?”

[writingrosesonneptune]

Sip of Snips Day One: Abrupt

Check out this word-of-the-day challenge here!

This one is coming from a late chapter in PQ. Content warning for a very light depiction of characters cleaning a wound.

Z's hand grew less steady as he worked with the tweezers to pull threads from the edges of the wound. It seemed difficult work even without the destabilizing effects of his condition.

He sighed and muttered what sounded like a swear, visibly struggling to withstand working on the injury for such a long time, even with the tonic he had taken for pain. "It's no use. Es, I will need your help with something unpleasant." He spoke to E in a range too quiet for Sadira to hear.

E straightened abruptly. "I'm not sure I can do that. I don't have the eyes for precision, and you're in no state to attempt it."

"You need only to keep my hand steady."

[cowboybrunch]

Sip of Snips 1/7/24 - Abrupt

this snippet comes from a late chapter in Burden of the Reluctant Death

“What would you have me do? Kill her?” “Obviously.” “And what if I am as cruel as she is? What if I’m worse?” He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table. “If I am as much of a monster as she is, would you plan to kill me, too? In another three hundred years, should I watch for your knife in my back?” She smacked her hands against the wood, standing abruptly. “Be as hateful as you want, Theodore. When you need us, we will come.” He watched her walk away. He did not lower his chin until he was alone.