And finally, the opening for my novella "The Broken Road" is finalized. This means that I have opened the file numerous times, read it, and have not felt the need to rearrange words.
Outside the gilded halls of Antigua, summer wilted the crops in the fields. The lowborn poured their blood into the soil. What grew from those rites couldn’t be named or eaten. Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.
Wild things walked the woods. Their howls were heard in the dark. The game fled. The people resurrected the dead god and put him back on his cross.
As the lowborn became homeless, the lands became more dangerous. The queen and her court hid behind the castle walls while the whirlwinds frayed the threads that divided the worlds. The Chanteuse closed their hearts to the suffering of the lowborn and forbade anyone to speak a negative word. They turned their faces from pain and grew stunted like the crops.
The Broken Road is a horror novella and it will be coming in October 2014.