Excerpt: Chase in Lilliput

I’ve been working on the next installment in the Chase in Lilliput AU! I don’t have a title for it yet, but it’s been so cute so far. I wanted to share an excerpt!


Jacob found himself near an edge of town he didn’t often visit. There were walls blocking in the city proper, but a handful of buildings clustered at the wall, built sometime later. They had their own little plaza with a fountain out there.

Jacob inched closer to peer over the buildings and see the fountain. He made sure his steps didn’t wander into anyone’s yard by mistake. He’d nearly broken the Lisongs’ fence on his first day in Lilliput, and he hoped to avoid more scolding.

At least a scolding Lilliputian was better than a scared one. Jacob was self conscious enough without someone pointing and screaming in terror of him.

May 2019 To-Do List

  • Interact with my blog more
  • Work on my smaller projects (Size Swap, Chase in Lilliput)

I was super excited when I made this blog. With how busy the year has been, I’ve sort of let it fall to the back burner a bit, and I want to spruce it up a little more. I intend to do more types of posts, and hopefully a little more often. If you have ideas for posts I could do, I’m open to suggestions! Just hit up my inbox!

I also have missed some of my other projects that are more lighthearted and done for fun. I’m going to get back to some of those.

Letters from Camp

I did it! I’m done! It was hard to find the time and motivation for writing sometimes during the latter half of the month, but I’m so glad I pushed through. I got a bunch more story done for my larger project, and next time I’ll be able to take it even farther! Thanks to everyone who followed along for this little project and supported the excerpt posts!

Word Count: 15,017 / 15,000

Excerpt:

“The both of you were in the battle, too, right? Will you be needing any assistance?”

Joleth shook her head rapidly when Vina glanced to her, and became altogether more flustered than she’d been in the whole conversation with the guards.

“Oh, come on now, Joleth,” Elias said, and there was plenty of smirk in his voice. Eral could tell without looking that the damn halfgod had noticed Joleth’s reaction just as much as he had. “You fought hard. Let Vina make sure you won’t go away from the battle hurting. If you two are going to give me trouble for griping on the road, don’t think I won’t return the favor!”

“Once I’ve finished up here I will perform a spell to revive any weariness,” Vina said gently. “It’s the least I can do; you saved a lot of people today. I heard the guards talking about that weapon the attackers brought. It’s nothing to take lightly!”

Joleth was almost completely invisible for a few seconds before she faded back into view. “Oh. Of course. Okay. Sure. Yeah.”

Letters from Camp

I finished up a fun scene today! I wanted to give the characters a chance to be badasses for a bit. Naturally, that has some fallout. Joleth isn’t quite sure how to momfriend, but she tries.

Word Count: 13,679 / 15,000

Excerpt:

“Seriously? You’re gonna let them take off so they can ambush us again some other time?” Eral complained from his perch on Elias’ shoulder.

Elias almost shrugged, but decided to go easy on the little guy after the brief but intense fight. “I don’t really need to kill anyone to make a point here,” he said. “They learned a bit. Besides, they aren’t thralls; they could still turn around.”

Joleth scoffed. “Whatever they do, we have a mess to deal with now,” she said bitterly, waving a hand at the destruction on the street and the fallen assassins she’d had to dispatch herself. Then, she grabbed roughly at the front of Elias’ shirt and stalked towards one of the first responders. “And you need some bandages because you went and got stabbed like an idiot.”

Letters from Camp

I’ve been tired, but I’m still making good progress on my goal somehow! I nearly burned out on it before I could finish, but I threw some twists into the plot to keep it moving and it really reinvigorated things! So now the gang is in the middle of a fight.

Word Count:  12,560 / 15,000

Excerpt:

“We are not giving Elias the credit for that one,” a small voice joined in, as well as a small green blur darting overhead. Eral stopped to hover with his tiny little crossbow already prepared with another magical bolt. He aimed it down at the group of three with no ounce of fear in his tiny little body. “I’m the sharpshooter here. How’s it going?”

“Ah. The pixie,” the leader of the three said. He fought the surprise off his face and smirked again instead. “We heard about you, too.”

“No autographs, I can barely hold a pen,” Eral shot back. His crossbow tilted slightly as the knife-wielding assassin started to edge to the side. “I wouldn’t try to get shifty with me, either. I’m impulsive, you know, and I’ve heard this thing is painful. Just ask your buddy.”

“Gods above, below, and in between, Eral, you let your head get any bigger and you won’t be able to fly anymore,” Elias chimed in. “Thanks for the save.”

Letters from Camp

I realized I haven’t done a letter post for a little bit! Oops! Suffice to say, some more plot is happening, and I’ve definitely got a better idea for what the next sequence in the story will be. I’m on the home stretch!

Word Count: 11,103 / 15,000

Excerpt:

Storms were easy. They carried a lot of energy in them, around them, and it preceded their coming and lingered after they left. They were powerful and heavy and beautiful and terrifying. Elias had learned all he could about handling storms after discovering the ability within himself. The speakers at the temple always said it rained and crashed the day he was born, only to calm when he was placed in his mother’s arms for the first time. Storms had always been the part of him that people could easily see, could easily name.

The other half could take a few different names. Mischief. Disruption. Sabotage. Elias preferred the former, but he embraced the latter when it came down to it.

When it came to fucking up someone else’s plans, he was one of the best.

Throwback Thursday

In the Fairy Tales universe with all the sprites, originally I was going to include a lot more fantasy creatures hiding in plain sight. I was even going to have little dragons (maxing out at about two feet long). As I wrote more and built up the lore for the sprites, I decided to focus on just them. Sprites, in their variety, are responsible for a lot of different fairy myths.

If Bowman realized this, he’d be quite miffed.

Letters from Camp

The quest continues! I’ve had a hard time focusing on anything for the last several days, but I actually did more than par for today! The dorks wanted to get some stuff done, apparently.

Word Count: 8,510 / 15,000

Excerpt:

Joleth edged forward, staring unabashedly at the mermaid. “Are you the one who dragged Elias into the lake a few days back?”

The mermaid’s smile softened somewhat, though she still had a certain aura of danger about her. “A case of mistaken identity,” she lamented. “We soon discovered we have similar goals, which was the reason for this meeting now. The one in which you’re both being very amusingly short with me.”

Elias leapt at the joke like his life depended on it, and Eral knew it was coming. “Oh, Eral’s short with everyone,” he explained. “But you’re right. My manners and all. Lorelei, this is Eral Mageslayer and Joleth Bay. Friends, this is Lorelei.”

Lorelei lifted a hand out of the water and waved. “Mageslayer, hmm? If we’re all lucky you’ll put the name to use.”

Eral narrowed his eyes. Even with the light compliment, he remained wary of that knowing look. “That’s me,” he replied. “Mr. Lucky.”

Letters from Camp

Writing has been a struggle the last few days. I have trouble focusing on a lot of things. Still, I made effort today and made some good progress! The trio is getting there, and they’re gonna be reeled in by the plot whether they want to or not.

Word Count: 7,310 / 15,000

Excerpt:

Elias watched the door and the shuttered window with an expression that Eral could only describe as disapproval. Anger was a distant emotion for Elias, from what Eral had seen in their few months traveling together, but it came closer every day.

I’m not the right person for this, Eral lamented to himself. Then, he spoke aloud before Elias could claim his own chair for the night.

“We’re close.”

A smirk accompanied Elias’ sideways glance. “Yeah,” he muttered. The cloud of his mood didn’t quite dissipate, but he stopped glaring at the windows as if they were the real reason he couldn’t feel the storm.

Letters from Camp (Late post)

(This is from a few days ago – I forgot to crosspost it then!)

This week has been a bit crazy at work, but I’m still finding time here and there to work on this project. It’s a lot of fun to just kind of have my characters banter with each other. Who knows if these conversations will make it into the final version? Not me! But they’re great ways to develop the relationships anyway.

Word Count: 6,057 / 15,000

Excerpt:

Joleth sighed and grumbled. “I still can’t believe you met the river queen.”

Elias snickered. “When we meet up with her, I can always put in a good word for ya. You’re a member of the elite guard, you’re a real catch.”

Joleth scoffed. “I think you’ve taught me well enough to be cautious about water women.”

Elias smirked. “I’ve dealt with way worse critics, Joleth. You’ll have to do better than that.”

Joleth snickered. “I really won’t.”