I’m most impatient to hear my readers react to the end of Book 2, the introduction of another world, and the salvaging of one particular character.
The relationship is root for most as far as a love relationship goes is probably Sparrow and Royce. I love how he helps her and how her recapture drives him beyond what he thought he could do.
But, I also love Jonah and Adele’s relationship. Their friendship is tried and tested and Jonah manages to hold it together long enough for Adele to start caring about it.
There are lots of relationships in my book and I love each of them. One is especially delightful to me, but SPOILERS.
I love my world because it is a place where children lost through miscarriage and aborted children get to live their stories.
I love this setting because I love winter time. Being able to capture both the horror and beauty of it is a delight. I love the Streets cause they show lawless children. I love Greenhome because there parents with no children get to have a child. I love Metropolis-by-the-sea because it’s got more technology and lawful evil.
Sparrow signed something inappropriate that she’d learned from Fart.
“Hail Jonah! My name is Star and I’m your harbinger of hope. Do not believe that the absence of Soul means he is not here with you any more than not being able to see the King means he isn’t ruling and reigning. Take heart. You are not alone. Do what you were created to do. Fight Jonah. Fight for those who can’t! An old saint from the Material World once said, ‘. . . then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; the wrong shall fail, the right prevail…’!
“Look towards Christmas and keep your hope. I will help you. Soul will help you. You aren’t forgotten. ‘The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.’”
With a final nod and a broader smile, she raced along the top of the RoadBlock until it joined the old, higher one, and disappeared over its side. A large dark shadow follow after her into the Forest.
If he could have, Jonah would have taken a deep breath to settle his heart, but he could no more do that than he could sigh. Instead, he said a quick word of thanks to the King, eyes to the heavens, and turned back to Axe’s body. Christmas was only a few days away. He needed to finish getting the bodies cleaned up, set up command, and defend this place. Not for Cagen, Pain, or Fear, but for all the little boys and girls, born and unborn, who lived here and feared for their lives, boys like Martin who starred off towards the Forest with a glazed look in his eyes, and Islay who still gripped his hand. Jonah could be the Greenhome needed in the Streets. He could be the bruiser he should have been. Hope blossomed in his heart, full blown, and it wore a bright smile.
I love to describe things when I’m working on setting. I love trees and the winter and nature. Yes. I’m one of those awful writers who spends way to much time and words on descriptions and not enough on characters.
I also enjoy describing combat, even though I think it’s hard to write as well as I would like.
But, writing death scenes is really probably my favorite. I don’t know why killing of my characters is my favorite. But I’m aptly named #iamdeath.
At its best, my WIP’s dialogue is heroic and inspirational, or heart-rending and sad. I love to write dialogue where Jonah must pull from what Soul has taught him to encourage others. I love writing dialogue that makes me cheer or cry.
I’ll also admit, I had fun writing all of Christopher’s dialogue cause he curses so much. (Not real bad words, but ones that fit their world.) It cracks me up.