High up on a mountain, far to the North, lies a castle; Drachenzahn. For as long as anyone can remember, Drachenzahn and its residents have watched over the quiet, snowy village of Berges, providing employment and safety. Drachenzahn, however, is hiding something...
What is it about boys wanting to be soldiers? Far be it from me to ponder such things, given that I held my own command...
Ah, yes; the end, the finale, the curtains, fin, lights out, roll credits, home time... insert synonym for 'end' here.
A load shared is a load halved...
So the dance begins again, a waltz betwixt head and heart -- what I want to do versus what I should do. Prisoners are we, locked in prisons of flesh and bone, locked in lesser versions of ourselves. Go, break out.
A poem about loved ones lost, fond memories and my own time running out. I'd say enjoy, but it's not that kind of poem. Reflect, rather...
As I've mentioned in past posts, the protagonist of my current work is (and much to my own sorrow) subjected to a grueling ordeal. Nothing worth doing was ever easy, my Father once said; for Elke Wolf, nothing would be easy, nothing at all.
How can you easily convey the size of your evil monster to a reader? It's tough and it's one aspect of writing I struggled with for a time -- achieving scale and the sense thereof. You might write 'the thing, it was as big as a house,' but I find something like that to be … Continue reading The scale of it All
Tomato soup was served on Wednesdays; a favourite of the Reimstadts. To make tomato soup in their kitchen’s old, black-iron cauldrons, you’d have to fetch water from the well in the castle’s courtyard five, or maybe six times. As a maid to the esteemed Reimstadts, that was expected of you.
Every protagonist needs a mentor; someone that'll tease out the wants and wishes buried in their heart while giving them the necessary skills to chase them. For Elke Wolf, that person is Izzy and they met, briefly, a long time before the events of Wolf...
AJ Carney 