Saturday, December 26, 2009
My Goals and a Facebook Joke
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Back To The Editing Board
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Ever Expanding Immortal World
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Things I've Learned So Far in NaNoWriMo 09
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Halfway Point Reflections
Friday, October 30, 2009
Last Look
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Giving My Characters A Map
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Shifting Gears
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Doushen
Friday, October 9, 2009
After The Twins: The Immortal World
Saturday, October 3, 2009
One Year Later
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Beyond The Twins: Back Story
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Interview With A Dark One
William is, by his own admittance, a chameleon of sorts.
Standing in the doorway to my office, there are a lot of things I cannot immediately tell about this 6’3 newcomer. For one, I am having a hard time believing that he is male.
It was my understanding, I say, that his type is well known for beauty.
William looks skyward for a moment, pondering this rumor. “I have seen some ugly Dark Ones, though,” he finally says with a grin.
With that, he heads over to my box of cigars, picking up and examining one with slender, bony fingers. Of course, these fingers are accented with perfectly manicured nails. “I would, but…maybe not a good idea.” He places it back in the box.
I am curious to ask him about countless things, mostly history-related questions. I want to know about the plague that nearly killed him and his brother many years ago, the years training to learn self-control, and William’s personal quest to find a soul mate.
“It has gotten very depressing,” William laments. “I have been single for a few years now, and while that does not sound like much, one has to remember that before that, I did not know love at all. Now that I know it, now that I have felt it, I want it all the time."
Thomas
Thomas, perhaps going through a midlife crisis at 418 years of age, dresses like he is 18.
He is quite different in appearance from his brother, choosing a more urban-influenced appearance.
“I like this better,” he explains of his attire, examining the same cigar his twin had found just a half-hour earlier. “I am not as constricted, and I blend in a little easier.”
And what of his brother’s fashion sense?
Thomas waves a hand. “Oh, I haven’t the foggiest clue where he gets that from. I tease him about his outfits every chance I get.”
Normally, Thomas’ style of speech is as urban as his clothes. He acquires American and German hip hop slang almost systematically, doing a sweeping review of the culture every few months to see if some new trend escaped his eye. Unlike William, Thomas is determined to assimilate into some culture within normal society. Beyond this and away from human eyes, a much older and mature Thomas emerges. His speech shifts to more Old World cadences and vocabulary, a sight that is a bit unsettling if one is not prepared for it.
“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that we are playing two different people,” Thomas responds when asked if he and his brother are playing roles for society’s sake. “What you are seeing, what humans are seeing, is no different than what any other Immortal presents. I present hip-hop because I am naturally curious and fascinated by that culture. It is more than simply poetry set to music, it is in fact a movement. Mind you, I enjoy other music as well, but it's this culture that interests me.”
Thomas could easily discuss music for hours on end, telling about some of the composers he has met (Mozart is amongst them -“an insane genius if I ever saw one”), the first time he picked up an instrument (“a guitar-like instrument at age seven”), and his attempts to sing (“I sound quite horrible”).
Then there are his countless female conquests. Thomas says that he stopped counting long ago, but reveals slyly, “I would say close to 1,000. I have slowed down considerably in recent years, though. I think that can be attributed to my ability to control my more primal urges better. Sex was a need for most of my life; now it is a want, and wants can be postponed or terminated.”
I ask him if he was indicating a desire to become chaste for a time, and Thomas gives me a strangely pensive look. “I suppose so. I am a bit tried of it all, to be honest with you. I believe that I want to look for a lifemate now…not quite sure if anyone would want me, though.”
There are also the unshaken whispers of the twins being bisexual, and that a few males may be part of Thomas’ extended sexual history. Thomas smirks at this. “My lifemate will be a female. End of story. They are the most beautiful creatures on Earth.”
I then ask why he wasn’t sure if anyone would want him.
He shrugs. “I am a Forbidden Child, nothing will ever change that. It is like being branded as a leper; everyone avoids you. My brother and I do not have some kind of disease, but we might as well have one. We have very few friends, I can count them on one hand, and Immortal females tend to avoid us. Perhaps that is why we dress and act the way we do. We were branded as rebels, outcasts, so we behave as such."
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Random Quotes
“How did you not notice that the train was in fact a ‘death train’?”
“How didn’t you?”
“Are you actually trying to blame me for this folly? Georg, you are over a century older than me. I have youthful ignorance, what’s your excuse?”
-William and Georg
“I will make this painless for you, Laura. You are right; I have no doubt that you are going to Heaven, and that I am going to Hell.”
-Thomas
“That one man was not innocent. He tried to kill that girl.”
“Yes, and then we did the job for him, remember?”
-William and Thomas
“Dark Ones seem pretty content to live in the shadows, as if them and the other Immortals should hide from humans. I have never understood that. Immortals were created first, then humans. There was a reason for that; we are the top of the ladder. Humans are nothing more than ignorant beasts of burden and a food supply.”
-Elizabeth
"She is probably at least a century.”
“And? I like my women older.”
-William and Thomas
“We work for him [Claudis]. We’re kind of like his…attack dogs, I guess.”
“Gus, that’s a horrible way to put it."
“We are, though, aren’t we? Or maybe we are just the ones that clean up messes.”
-Georg and Gustav
Monday, August 24, 2009
Take It Away, Boys...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Age Old Battle: Good Versus Evil
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Religion and "Forbidden Children"
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Art of Friendship
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Brother versus Brother
This is the first time ANY part of my novel has been put on display. This happens while the twins are confined to the Immortal HQ in Ireland for 75 years. Someone needs anger management classes...
The argument started out stupid enough.
Thomas and William were discussing their plans for the free day; William wanted to stay inside, while Thomas wanted to venture to Dublin. The heated debate continued as they walked to the weapon room to do some training on their
“Why in the world do you want to go to Dublin?”
Thomas shrugged. “I just want to get out of here.”
William frowned. “Why? We’re safe in here, there are no humans to attack.”
“God, it is the same argument every time!” Thomas groaned. “I want to test our progress, and you want to stay locked away from the world.”
“It is safer.”
“Will, forget safe, okay? I want to live.”
William glanced up, his eyes narrowed. “I am living.”
“No, you are sitting around here staring at the walls.” Thomas started heading toward the door. “I’m out of here.”
“You cannot just leave.”
Thomas laughed. “Of course I can, just watch; I will go to Dublin with Georg or Gustav.”
“No.”
“And just what are you going to do, stop me? Are you coming along?”
William started flexing his fingers. “No.”
“Fine, then I am leaving.”
William growled, and Thomas glanced back. William’s eyes were very light brown. “You are not leaving me here by myself,” William said in a low voice.
“Watch me.”
William hissed, causing Thomas to turn completely around. William’s eyes had turned yellow, and he hissed fiercely at Thomas.
“Wonderful,” Thomas muttered. Aloud, he said, “Will, snap out it.”
William’s growl grew louder and claws appeared in the place of his fingers.
“William!”
William roared once, staring at Thomas but not seeing him. Thomas gave a deep sigh, and then pulled a lance from the wall. “If you won’t snap yourself out of it, then I will have to do it, brother.”
William, sensing an attack coming, dropped to all fours and hissed loudly at his twin. Thomas closed his eyes briefly, fighting back a threatening tear. He never thought that their lack of self-control would lead to this, to brothers fighting each other.
Thomas’s eyes snapped back open and William launched himself at him. Thomas held up the lance, blocking William. William grabbed the lance, trying to pull it from Thomas’s hands.
Thomas focused on staying in his calm mode; going crazy at the same time as his brother would only lead to both of them getting seriously hurt or killed. Thomas jumped back, and William lunged at him again. Thomas dodged this attack, leaping over William and smacking him across the back with the lance. As William hit the ground, Thomas felt the searing pain of the blow swim across his own back as well. He frowned; it would be hard to subdue William if he himself was affected by every blow he dealt.
William climbed back to his feet, his hair flaring around him. Thomas grimaced; his twin was pissed. William jumped at him again, this time catching Thomas off guard when he went around him and hit Thomas across his face. Thomas hit the ground about 15 feet away. He felt something warm ooze across his face; he was bleeding. Thomas raised his head enough to see William, who was furious that a similar gash had appeared on the side of his face as well.
Thomas seized the moment. He jumped up and attacked, pinning his brother to the opposite wall, the lance held against William’s neck.
“Stop this, Will!” Thomas cried. “Come out of it!”
William gave a loud hiss, struggling against Thomas.
Thomas gave another sigh; he knew what would take William out of the rage, but he hesitated to do it. It had worked on the two of them before; a sudden stab of pain from a serious injury. Of course, if he did this, he would suffer the exact same injury. Thomas narrowed his eyes. He had to, for sake of his twin brother.
“Forgive me for this, Will,” Thomas said in a whisper. In one quick, fluid motion, Thomas dropped the lance, pulled out his dagger from his belt, and stabbed it into William’s arm. The dagger cut straight through, digging into the stone on the other side.
Yeah, I stopped there because I'm mean, lol. Let me know what you thought of it, and I'll finish the scene in the next blog (there's not much left).