the hour is getting late
Dec. 5th, 2007 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbThings I never, ever wanted to hear said without irony: "Marriage is a great institution. It cuts down on illicit sex!"
...methinks the man who said that? Is rather too much against the idea of anyone ever having any fun than can possibly be healthy.
Besides, what's licit sex, anyway? And who decides?
...Not going to think about it anymore. No-o.
It's going round LJ again, and I've finished nothing since last time.
First line meme.
1. "Autumn is the season of her discontent"
Autumn is the season of her discontent.
(Because if you're going to steal, do it from the best, and the out-of-copyright.)
2. "And his face was the face of an angel, and his tears were the tears of the sky"
She remembers him as plump, ivory bracelets on fleshy wrists and a rich man's ironic smile. But now he comes to her hollowed and thin, skin in folds slack and loose around his jaw, following late on the heels of the trade caravans he has in other times led. A sword-hilt mantles iron behind one lean shoulder. The calluses on his once-soft hands speak of practice and hard use.
3. "Lost Causes"
Stained-glass windows shed parti-coloured afternoon light onto the flagged stone of the nave.
I'm not actually sure this is a short story: it smells like a novel to me. (In my head, it's the Victorian-spy-meets-vampire story.)
4. "The Dream Cutter"
Last night wasn't the first time I've dreamt of rain, but it might be the last.
This? Is an adventure story that wants to become high tragedy. I may have to give in, in order to finish it.
5. "The Twilight Court"
The barge that carried the princess Sorrow came to the lee shore of the Isle of Dusk as the last light of the sun slid beneath the western horizon.
6. "Niamh Cinn Óir"
MacCormac's youngest boy was missing.
7. untitled last stand-ish dragon-ish story.
Far in the Taint was Saleth, fleeing.
8. "Blood Mirage"
When the jackal-headed god walked out of the desert, Kleobis was afraid.
9. untitled space operaticness.
The merchanter drifted in space, a round metal carapace black against the stars save where external lights shed colour on its flanks.
10. The duellist of Alusind
The salle was empty.
11. "And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of The Dead"
John never met a bar he didn't like.
12. The Burning Seas
I am not afraid.
Dust and jasmine scented the night air through the latticed window. Sabila Eldivan scratched her signature at the end of the papiros scroll and laid her pen aside.
13. Do Not Fear The Rising Sun
The sun was slanting down behind the hills in the west, the scorching heat of afternoon cooling into twilight, when Teriya walked down the road that the Hezhemites had cut through the jagged boulders of the Barrens.
14. "Meat and Metal"
Blood smells sweeter after dark.
...And assorted others, lacking even a first line to give them dignity.
Maybe I can get a good run up at TDoA over the next three weeks. It'd be nice to have 10K words that were going in the right direction, for once. Maybe even 20K words.
...Not thinking about tomorrow. No. Not.
...methinks the man who said that? Is rather too much against the idea of anyone ever having any fun than can possibly be healthy.
Besides, what's licit sex, anyway? And who decides?
...Not going to think about it anymore. No-o.
It's going round LJ again, and I've finished nothing since last time.
First line meme.
1. "Autumn is the season of her discontent"
Autumn is the season of her discontent.
(Because if you're going to steal, do it from the best, and the out-of-copyright.)
2. "And his face was the face of an angel, and his tears were the tears of the sky"
She remembers him as plump, ivory bracelets on fleshy wrists and a rich man's ironic smile. But now he comes to her hollowed and thin, skin in folds slack and loose around his jaw, following late on the heels of the trade caravans he has in other times led. A sword-hilt mantles iron behind one lean shoulder. The calluses on his once-soft hands speak of practice and hard use.
3. "Lost Causes"
Stained-glass windows shed parti-coloured afternoon light onto the flagged stone of the nave.
I'm not actually sure this is a short story: it smells like a novel to me. (In my head, it's the Victorian-spy-meets-vampire story.)
4. "The Dream Cutter"
Last night wasn't the first time I've dreamt of rain, but it might be the last.
This? Is an adventure story that wants to become high tragedy. I may have to give in, in order to finish it.
5. "The Twilight Court"
The barge that carried the princess Sorrow came to the lee shore of the Isle of Dusk as the last light of the sun slid beneath the western horizon.
6. "Niamh Cinn Óir"
MacCormac's youngest boy was missing.
7. untitled last stand-ish dragon-ish story.
Far in the Taint was Saleth, fleeing.
8. "Blood Mirage"
When the jackal-headed god walked out of the desert, Kleobis was afraid.
9. untitled space operaticness.
The merchanter drifted in space, a round metal carapace black against the stars save where external lights shed colour on its flanks.
10. The duellist of Alusind
The salle was empty.
11. "And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of The Dead"
John never met a bar he didn't like.
12. The Burning Seas
I am not afraid.
Dust and jasmine scented the night air through the latticed window. Sabila Eldivan scratched her signature at the end of the papiros scroll and laid her pen aside.
13. Do Not Fear The Rising Sun
The sun was slanting down behind the hills in the west, the scorching heat of afternoon cooling into twilight, when Teriya walked down the road that the Hezhemites had cut through the jagged boulders of the Barrens.
14. "Meat and Metal"
Blood smells sweeter after dark.
...And assorted others, lacking even a first line to give them dignity.
Maybe I can get a good run up at TDoA over the next three weeks. It'd be nice to have 10K words that were going in the right direction, for once. Maybe even 20K words.
...Not thinking about tomorrow. No. Not.
