14 years. I spent 14 years on this book. Not consistently obviously, but I finished it this summer finally. And now… editing. Hopefully that will not take 14 years. Anyway, here is a tiny excerpt:
The cold had broken and shining rows of lilies lined the dust caked path toward the shattered castle.
Two figures enrobed in the thick folds of long, gray cloaks walked toward the enormous stone construct. Their hands were linked in such a fashion that the folds of their cloaks connected, obscuring their flesh from view. They swept across the dry ground, seeming to float rather than walk. The taller of the two stood well over six feet, about a foot taller than the other. He was taller in both height and stature. The other man was his companion but also his underling. They were slight and bony beneath their garments; but their strength came not from their arms. The stone building raked the clouds ahead of them, although called a castle, it had no moat, no drawbridge, nor door for that matter. The main entrance was open to the elements and the rest of the building was a hodgepodge of odd looking angles and jutting stone. It looked as if a three-year-old designed the castle. Though its chaotic design served to add to its imposing nature. The jagged angles were sharp and looked as if they could sever limbs. The twisted version of the castle’s mangled silhouette cut a fearsome picture in the night sky. Continue reading