Back in NaNoWriMo 2014, I wrote a fantasy novel basing off a series of themed werewolf party games I hosted in 2013 and 2014. The first book was named “White Destiny” and the sequel was named “Black Existence”, both of which I have never sat down long enough after the first couple of chapters. The drafts and notes for the former were many; I even have it all planned to the end.
Regardless, turning vague ideas into coherent plot and then into a read-worthy novel is no easy feat. Time has always been against me. I need time to research, time to put the words together in a manner that they can best describe the scene I have in mind. And then, there’s that lack of motivation, and my bad luck. I barely have time to tend for my studies, let alone hobbies.
Yet, these stories remain, stuck at the bottom of an increasingly lengthy backlog, begging to be told, written down and printed out in leather hard cover. Yes, I know it was my responsibility to complete what I have started, readers or no readers. So here we are, the first novel and a mock-up introductory passage I used to tease Tetisheri—a novelist friend of mine who was also stuck in her attempt to write a spin-off of Black Existence.
You have been invited to the fantasy domain of my mind.
You have become addicted to the marvelous landscape, the exotic creatures and all the lands of Ashlora. You know the alleyways in Ironheart like you know the back of your hand. There, you are now flying a hundred feet over the town square, past the majestic cathedral of the Lord. You see the Bishop at the balcony and by his side, you see the Inventor. You have roamed with the Illuminati before, you have seen through their quirks like they have seen through yours. You wish to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the wind that carries you refuses to wait.
Soon, you see the landscape changes. From the ashen clouds high atop the river Sane, you narrow your eyes at the blue radiance of the White Citadel. You call Azeth home as you behold the city’s glamours and you dream of a blessing bestowed by His Eminence. You would love to spend a night behind that white limestone wall, in a lovely room overlooking the mountainside drafted golden by Fall. But since you have no silver; and you are new in town; the charitable Common’s Hall will be the place you go.
Oh yes, you realize you have fallen hopelessly in love with Ashlora. However, you are trapped in this wretched world you call “reality”. I offer you an escape, but you must embrace the miracle and accept the magic as it is. I have sent an Angel to guard your body as your soul departs to the other side. I can provide the framework, I will show you the way, and you—only you, brave adventurer—can explore this wonderful land in full details.
Now it is your turn.
Brace yourself! The fishing town of Merlock is your next stop. Find the Witch, she will be your guide. Grab a pen, put on a woolen cap and start your journey here.