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Do Facebook and Goodreads ads work for self-publishing authors?

Nothing but the truth!

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Web ads. Ugh. Flashy, annoying pop-ups and distracting sidebars; exhortations for products you don’t really care about; “targeted” pitches for lard clarifiers and chimney collars and one weird trick that will extend your life indefinitely in exchange for your first-born child. We all kind of hate online advertising, and yet internet ad revenues have reached $11.6 billion in the first quarter of 2014, according to one report. Eleven billion dollars. Eleven. Billion. So I guess someone must be clicking on them, right?

With the launch of Dark the Night Descending, I wanted to see if maybe I could expand my audience beyond the current reach of my small (read: tiny) social media presence. I chose three different publicity methods: Facebook newsfeed ads, Goodread sidebar ads, and a Goodreads book giveway. I’m here to report on my results and answer that burning question: is it worth paying for advertisements?…

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Character development progression…

Not all characters come from the same place. Not all are based on a person we know and not all are created directly from our minds. Some characters are taken from bits and pieces of other characters, perhaps a personality trait, internal demon, or other factor is taken from a third party source and incorporated into a brand new character.

In a previous post, I mentioned Lia’na. Part of her personality and reactions to certain situations came from my life… some, but not all. The rest was just my own original creation.

The above image is a character that I’ve written into one of my other stories… or perhaps a couple of different stories. From left to right; Darth Malyse, Xaphan rough, and Xaphan final. I created these concept images as I worked. I’m using this as an example of how I drew upon an old character that I created to make a new one.

The first character, Darth Malyse, was a character that I created for my friends’ Star Wars RPG. She was a young woman who was once a Jedi Padawan, but became disillusioned with the Jedi order. No one knows where she came from or who her parents were. All they knew was that she was a force sensitive and a particularly powerful one.
She was forbidden from learning about the dark arts, though she viewed the teaching as essential in order for Jedi to be able to defend themselves against the darkness, and on her first mission away from the Yavin Academy, she falls to the dark side and murders someone.

Malyse Personality:
She is young and angry. Her abilities and dark tendencies made her stand out and earned her the scorn of almost everyone at the Jedi Academy. She is extremely powerful, but has a tenuous hold on her emotions. The result is that she often is unable to control her powers. She despises most Jedi and views that as imperfect impostors of the what the Jedi order was during the days of the Old Republic. Her one weakness is her friend, her only friend from the academy, Thaidani. Circumstances force her into facing him down. She is far more powerful and easily defeats him, but each time, she finds herself unable to kill him. She finds herself constantly fighting between the darkness and the light. It’s a struggle that would eventually culminate into one final showdown where she has to choose a side and her decision could result in the death of Thaidani.

This was one of the more dynamic characters that I’ve ever created. She was everything I wanted in a villain, but I knew that her story could never see the light of day in published form for 2 reasons;
1. I couldn’t afford the Lucasarts royalties.
2. My story fell outside of what was considered ‘canon.’

So I abandoned her all together.

I admit that this haunted me for a while. I wanted to use this character in some form and eventually came up with Xaphan. I borrowed some information on this demon from an earlier religious source that dealt with the Celestial Wars in Heaven when writing one of my stories and then built a dark angel, borrowing nearly everything from Xaphan. So now she was a youthful angel that didn’t have control over her abilities… but that didn’t make much sense for this story.

So eventually she turned from being a young angel with no control to a more matured one who had control, but was very powerful and very wise… then it went back to her seeming youthful, but still brilliant… needless to say, I went back and forth a few times.

The end result:
Xaphan – 
A skilled military leader and tactician in the army of the Most High (God). She faced off against Saint Michael and almost won. She is angry and extremely arrogant. She functions under a code of honor, but still sided with Lucifer. Her only weakness is a human soldier that she met during her time on Earth.

As you can see, some of the elements are still there, but much has been changed from the original.

Good Writer =/= Good Reader?

Is being a good reader required to be a good writer?
Surprisingly no. You do not need to be good at reading to be a good writing. Some of the most famous writings were the work of people who were literate and passed their stories down through orally. Homer, the author of the Iliad and the Odyssey, is considered by many to have been blind.
This is part of the reason that most states require both a reading/comprehension and a writing course for teacher licensure. They are two different things.

Now does being a good reader help? Well it certainly doesn’t hurt. Being well read gives you the advantage of having several sources to draw from when it comes to organizing your ideas. If you’ve read multiple books, chances are, you know how to write and organize your thoughts in a way that works, because you’ve seen it done before, many times.
Another advantage is that you’re most likely a lot more learned when it comes to spell, grammar, punctuation, and paragraph creation. This part is a source of contention however. Many would say that this is the job for an editor.

I can understand both sides of this argument, but I would make the case that while, yes it is an editor’s job to weed out spelling, grammar, and potential continuity errors, editors are human, just like the writer. They can make mistakes and they can miss something. This is true even if you have more than one person edit your writing. Case and point: The less mistakes you make, the less chance there is that the editor will miss something.

How is it not necessary though?
Well think of it this way, can an illiterate person sit down and tell a child a riveting story that he or she had heard from their parent? Can they organize their thoughts and use their imagination? Yes! However, they would need someone to write the story down for them. Now this is an extreme example, but it goes to the point that being able to write and tell a story doesn’t necessarily go hand in hand with reading well.

Writing Hovels and Fairies

A new story of fairies from a talented writer. Give their page a look!

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I’ve been very inconsistent with blogging, which is the result of my mind being in a flurry over the fairy story that I’ve been writing. This is a first for me (a fairy story, not going into a little hovel for days on end as I focused on writing) and I finally decided that I wanted to post a small piece of the story. Nothing very big yet. I don’t believe in sharing too much of a story before it’s written, as I can lose inspiration very quickly if that’s done.

Admittedly, this is a very rough draft. I’ve written it in the form of a role play, using present tense and mostly dialogue. No decent description has been added, but I’m not concerned about that right now as I shall work all that out later. My main goal has been to get heart…

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Plot Contrivance – Character Balance Rule.

Simply put, whenever a character dies or is killed off, usually they need to be replaced. There is rarely a gap. Either a mentor is replaced by a comforting friend, or a family member is replaced by a lover, or a future disciple. While the replacing character doesn’t usually take on the role of the previous person, they are intended to fill the void. The purpose of this character is usually either a replacement sage, a new direction for the main character’s feelings, or just to keep the number of main characters up in some cases.

You especially see this in people who suffer from the Obi Wan Kenobi complex (See Character Complexes):
Examples:

Obi Wan Kenobi (DUH!) – You could make the case that he is replaced in Episode 4 either by Princess Leia or Han Solo.

In the Terminator series, Sarah Connor would be rather egregiously replaced by the red-head who plays John’s wife.

… Pretty much every Rocky Mentor: Mickey> Apollo> Duke, and then Rocky’s voice of reason was replaced Adrian> Robert.

In LOTR Gandalf the White replaces Gandalf the Gray… I know, I know, same person, but there are differences between the two characters. Read the book for more info on this.

In the Lion King Mufasa is replaced by Pumba and Timone.

In Bambi, his mother is replaced by… well his father.

Heck even I unintentionally did it a lot in the story I’ve been working on… a couple times in fact! Father Antonelli> Nicolas/Gregory> Federico> Adaline.

Now are their stories out there which do not do this? Sure, most horror and thrillers just kill people off left and right and usually do not refill the empty slot. On occasion you may see a best friend replaced with a love interest or something of that nature, but it’s rare. It also seems like that besides the horror movie exception, few movies can get away from this plot contrivance without losing a lot along the way. Few movies actually come to mind that were any good after killing off a main cast member and not replacing him/her.
So what is it about our stories and our movies that makes such a plot contrivance necessary? Why do we feel the need to build up a character, make others feel strongly (either like or hate) and then kill them off simply to replace them with someone else in the name of furthering the plot? I’m not complaining by any stretch as, obviously, I am admittedly guilty of the same thing, but I don’t know why it’s an almost constantly recurring device.

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Dean Koontz Strange Highways (Short Story)

As indicated in a previous post of mine, Strange Highways is a story that I hold very close to my heart. At only 154 pages long and an easy read, it’s amazing how much this few-hour-read draws you in and keeps you in.

Renown thriller writing Dean Koontz really hit it out of the park with this one.
Synopsis (pulled from Wiki):  A failed author returns to his hometown after many years to attend his father’s funeral, only to find himself suddenly and inexplicably thrust back through time to relive a traumatic event from his past, and possibly to find redemption. In the introduction, Koontz lists the Centralia, Pennsylvania mine fire as an inspiration for this story.

I first read this story back in 1999. My High School’s summer reading list allowed us to choose 5 novels and my father just happened to own this one. Being someone who loved thriller movies, I decided to give this a whirl, heck it couldn’t be any worse than ‘When Legends Die’ off of the previous years reading list… right?

Famous last words aside, at first, this book seemed reminiscent of the average Stephen King novel. A failed, alcoholic writer who was down on his luck. The first few chapters are depressing and dreary, but the erratic behavior of the lead character keeps you hooked just enough to want to find out what pushes him to behave the way he does. The payoff is well worth the wait.

As the rain begins to fall after the main character, Joey’s final farewell to his father, the action picks up. The man is given the opportunity to re-live a pivotal moment in his life. He has to choose between taking the road he took before, which is a safe, but petty and insignificant existence, or take the road he had decided to avoid years ago that would lead him into danger. If he goes down that path, Joey will have to confront someone close to him that is nothing short of true evil and save an innocent and pleasantly mysterious character.

I will stop right there as I really don’t want to give too much away. So I will give the pros and cons of this story.

Pros: The story hooks you within the first few pages. It is short, but action packed. There are several moments in the story that make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. The imagery and the sense of urgency is well done. The main character is relatable and the heroine is mysterious to a level that you never know where she stands or what her motivations are until the very end. You feel like you have to keep an eye on her throughout most of the read. The ending is very well done, ties everything together and is extremely satisfying.

Cons: There is a supernatural element to this story that is never fully fleshed out or explained. You find out why Joey is given a second chance and why he is the way he is. However, while it’s alluded that the supernatural element is religious in origin, it is never explained and really has the feel of a… for complete lack of a better term Deus Ex Machina.

Overall Analysis: I love this story. It is my favorite of all time and that is saying a lot. It’s short, but well-paced and very well done. It has one of two major flaws, but they add some mystery to the story and do not detract from it at all. Truly a wonderful read for those who like action/fantasy/religious philosophy/thriller.

My hat goes off to Dean Koontz on this one.

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The Miserable Slayer

A very well written piece from a talented author, give it a whirl and see what else their page has to offer!

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Character Interview: Magnifica, Lia’na of the White Water Clan.

Host: Hello and welcome. Today we have a very special guest from the new and exciting story called Magnifica. Please join me in welcoming the heroine, Lia’na of the White Water Clan.

Lia’na: Lien ni, it’s wonderful to be here.

Host: So Lia’na how are you today?

Lia’na: Very well, lien ni!

Host: Now I’m curious, what exactly does lien ni mean? Is that thank you in Elvish?

Lia’na: Yes, that’s correct.

Host: Ah see, you learn something new every day. So Lia’na, tell us a little bit about yourself.

Lia’na: (brushes her hair back behind her pointed ears) Well as you can see, I’m an elf. I come from the White Water Clan which lives on a small reservation up in New Hampshire. There are about 20 of us all together.

Host: Only 20? Why so few?

Lia’na: Well unfortunately my people have been ravaged by disease for several thousands of years. Our numbers have dwindled down to less than a thousand. As a result, our clans are scattered all over the planet, but the numbers in each clan our few. Even the number of clans has dwindled over the years. The Black Rock Clan, the Ice Wind Clan, among others have ceased to exist in the last two decades.

Host: So your people are dying of disease? Including you?

Lia’na: Thankfully not anymore. My people saw the extinction of our race coming and following the discovery of our race’s existence around the time your second World War took place, we decided to come forward and ask for help from humanity. Your kind had become advanced in the ways of medicine and science. In exchange for your help… we gave your people historical texts and artifacts that dated back over 15,000 years prior to your earliest recorded history. That turned out to be a mistake.

Host: Why?

Lia’na: To understand that, I’m going to need to go back a little bit. You see, there was a time when elves, dwarves, and humans lived in harmony in a society now commonly referred to as the Alliance. Our technological achievements equaled those of Ancient Rome… the major difference was the presence of magic.

Host: So what like witches and wizards?

Lia’na: Sort of… we referred to them as enchanters. Only humans were able to possess such power. The abilities came from an unusual gem called the Lux Mundi. It was a large monolith, rumored to be solid diamond that was orange in color. Latest historical analysis indicates that the diamond came to Earth from the asteroid belt, following years of being exposed to the Sun’s radiation. We can’t explain what happened, but the atomic makeup of the diamond in addition to it’s radioactive nature altered the genetic makeup of certain people with the right traits and brain functions, giving them supernatural abilities.

Host: What happened to them?

Lia’na: Well, there’s truth to the saying that absolute power corrupts, absolutely. Only one of every thousand children were born with the gift. Those that were, viewed themselves as superior… especially since the genetic makeup of elves somehow negated the Lux Mundi’s abilities. Elves were not able to become enchanters and our mere presence near the crystal seemed to damage it. Wars for superiority began to tear the Alliance apart. The dwarves were the first to discover the Lux Mundi and viewed it as a holy relic. They built a shrine to it on the crash site, which is now known as Mount Vesuvius. Thousands were slaughtered over control of the diamond. The Elven elders at the time came forward and preached against the fighting. Those that were not killed, called on all Elves to break ranks with the Alliance. A group of several thousand marched on Vesuvius and went before the diamond. Several of them willingly sacrificed themselves and used their blood to break down the diamond.

Host: Your blood?

Lia’na: Elven blood is far more acidic than humans’ is. The plus the fact that we seemed to negate it’s abilities, made us likely candidates to destroy it. The crystal collapsed into several small pieces which became extremely hot and sank deep into the Earth. We don’t know how, but the result was a massive explosion that turned a small hill into the Mountain that we now know as Vesuvius. It’s said that only a fraction of the elves who went after the Lux Mundi survived. Not long after, our people began exhibiting unusual symptoms and an illness on our skin. Our people tried to isolate the people who had the disease, but they failed and it spread like wildfire through our people.

Host: So that’s why there are so few of you left.

Lia’na: That’s right. Because we didn’t know if humans or dwarves could be infected, inter-species mating was forbidden. The dwarves viewed the destruction of the Lux Mundi as an offense to God and ended their participation in the Alliance. They broke off into several groups and burrowed deep underground in search of the remains of the Lux Mundi. They burrowed so far down into the Earth that there would be no contact with humans for many thousands of years. Our people, fearing what would happen as the result of this and wanting to tend to our own, fled the Alliance and hid in the most remote corners of the world, leaving humans to essentially start over. Your people broke off into tribes and spent thousands of years fighting among yourselves. Almost all knowledge of the Alliance was lost to the sands of time for humans and you began to rebuild. It wasn’t until ancient Sumeria that your people actually started organizing into societies again. Giving humans knowledge of these events opened the door to racial bigotry and blind hatred of our people. Many viewed us as the reason that the world is in it’s current state, like we were the cause of every bad thing that happened on the planet.

Host: But some good came of it.

Lia’na: Yes, thankfully the more educated of your people deemed us a protected and endangered species and worked diligently to find us a cure. They failed to do so, but managed to come up with a vaccine that would prevent the disease from being passed from mother to child.

Host: Ah, so your race was saved.

Lia’na: Not quite… the damage from the disease that we called the Ulium was done. It damaged our genetic makeup to the point where procreation became difficult. Only one in five Elven children are born female. That is why our numbers continue to dwindle. The result of this means that now, the moment a female is born, she is immediately betrothed to a male mate which she must then marry at 18. She has no say in the matter.

Host: She can’t say no?

Lia’na: In a way, she could. If she has a friend or another male that she finds more suitable willing to fight for her, then she can ask him to issue a challenge. If that challenger wins, betrothal rights fall to him, at which point he can choose to keep them or release her.

Host: That doesn’t really sound fair.

Lia’na: It’s not… and I don’t really care for the person whom I’ve been betrothed to. I petitioned the Elder Elven Council for permission to postpone my marriage because I wanted to go to college. I wanted to study medicine and try to fix the genetic damage done to our gene pool. The elders agreed, not knowing that I had no intention of going to the Elven University in Holland.

Host: Why not?

Lia’na: I wanted to get out and see the world. I wanted to get to know people and see things beyond my clan’s land.

Host: How did that work out for you?

Lia’na: My clan’s elder, Masarabi nearly threw a fit when I told her that I was leaving. She said that people would despise me and treat me like an outcast… I’m sorry to say that she was right. I originally went to a school in the central part of the United States, after getting a government scholarship that amounted to a free ride. I spent much of my time hiding in my room out of fear. Eventually, I transferred up to Arcanus in Boston. I figured that, given the state’s history of being more progressive, I’d be more welcomed and it was closer to my reservation in New Hampshire.

Host: Was that any better for you?

Lia’na: So far… not really… I mean people aren’t as vocal about their personal biases, but they give me a wide birth for the most part. I spend a lot of time alone.

Host: I’m very sorry to hear that, I sincerely hope it gets better for you. Not all people are like that.

Lia’na: Oh I know, I’ve met a few good ones over time.

Host: So I noticed the gem you’re wearing. That’s very ornate, is it Elven-made?

Lia’na: Lien ni. It’s an artifact that has been passed down my family from woman to woman. It’s rumored that the orange gem is a piece of the original Lux Mundi.

Host: That’s… extraordinary. It’s a wonder it’s not in a museum or something.

Lia’na: The Elven people keep our artifacts close… and it’s just a rumor anyway, there is no real way to confirm it.

Host: What would happen if it came into contact with someone who met the right genetic makeup?

Lia’na: I suppose that it would give that person the powers of the enchanter, but it’s such a small piece and it’s been around humans before without something like that happening. Like I said, it’s probably not even real, but it’s all I have of my mother.

Host: Oh I’m sorry, your mother is no longer with us?

Lia’na: No… and neither is my father. They both died shortly after I was born. They were two of the last victims of the Ulium.

Host: So what are you up to now, what are your plans for the future?

Lia’na: Well I’m working on becoming a doctor as I said before. My major is premed with a focus on genetics and it’s my hope that once I graduate, I’ll be able to get out of this arranged marriage sham and work for the betterment of my people.

Host: And we wish you the best of luck. Thank you for joining us today.

Lia’na: Lien ni for having me!

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Magnifica: Gravestalker

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE OTHER BOOKS!!!

 

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“Sister, we can’t let this happen, you know what he’s planning!”
“We don’t have a choice Roselyn. I feel the same way you do, but the council has ruled. We are not allowed to interfere, it’s not our world.”
“But Ariel, if he does it wrong, he could destroy both worlds!”
“That’s a risk we’re going to have to take. He was right, it was our fault things happened the way they did. We’re now going to have to pay the piper for ignoring it for so long.”

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Chapter I

Toby’s heart froze in his chest as he stood next to his bike, ready to leave the reservation. He was getting sick of Giselle’s rhymes and riddles. All he wanted was a straight answer and if he didn’t get it soon, he was going to explode, “What do you mean Masarabi lied to me? What are you talking about?”

Giselle stepped away from Gishan, lowered her eyes to the ground, and began pacing in a circle, “Toby… you were right when you said I should have left you and Lia’na alone. I am partially responsible for getting you two mixed up in this awful mess. Had I not asked you for help, the chances are that she would still be alive right now… The Apocalyphe would still exist, but the Filis de Lux would have no way of getting to it. I couldn’t make up for that even if I spent the rest of my life trying.”

Toby let out an angry sigh. His body felt numb and he was running out of patience, “Giselle, really, I’m in no mood for any of this. We all have our regrets, me more so than anyone. I’m sorry, but I can’t play counselor to you right now. If you have a point, would you mind getting to it quicker so I can get the hell out of here?”

Giselle nodded, “I’m sorry Toby… you’re right… but what if I told you that other books like the Apocalyphe were in the Library of Congress? What if I told you that almost no one knows they exist? The Government fears what some of the books represent, so they keep them secret even from their own employees. It got to the point where the only people who knew what was in some of those archives are long since dead. Many of the locked areas of the rare books sections don’t even have keys anymore and are regarded as off-limits.”

“So?” Toby asked, ready to walk away.

“Well…” She continued. “Being an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation has its benefits… including access to all of these things without anyone questioning it. What if I told you that after Lia’na died, I went poking around the library on a whim and discovered another book in the archives that may be of some interest to you? What if I told you that I took it… and no one would ever even notice it was gone?”

Toby was now slowly becoming interested. He stepped away from his bike, having temporarily lost the desire to get as far away as fast as he could, “What book?”

“Before I show you…” she replied softly, “answer me one question. What would you do to get Lia’na back, to be able to hold her, and love her again? How far are you willing to go and what price are you willing to pay?”

A slight breeze swept by that brought the sound of movement with it. The group turned immediately, suspecting that they were being watched. Toby scanned the darkness for a few moments, but there was no one around to be seen. The hair stood up on the back of the friends’ necks, but they ignored it.

Toby turned back to Giselle and looked deep into her brown eyes, letting her know he was serious, “You already know the answer to that. I would bring this entire world to its knees to hold her again, even if it were just for a few moments. I would sell my own soul to the devil for just one day with her. I would go through what we went through a million times over if it meant she’d be waiting for me at the end.”

Giselle bit her lower lip and sighed as she pulled out a square shaped package wrapped in brown cloth from under her jacket. Part of her had wished she’d never brought it up, but she knew she owed Toby this much, “Toby… please understand that I could go to prison for the rest of my life for what I’m about to show you…”

Giselle slowly unwrapped the package and held it out to Toby. Inside was an 8”x 10” book. It looked to be around the same age, if not older than the Magnifica or the Apocalyphe, but it was in much better condition than either. The cover was brown leather with golden clasps. There was an eye on the cover that bore a striking resemblance to the Eye of Providence.

Toby took it from her and instantaneously felt a charge of spiritual energy flow through his body. Whatever this book was, it was powerful, more so than the Magnifica or the Apocalyphe… possibly combined. He got the feeling that the eye on the cover was watching him as he looked the book over. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen before.

Toby looked up at Giselle as the charge flowed through him. His eyes narrowed as he examined her nervous expression, “What is this?”

The lights from the nearby torches flickered on Giselle’s face as she nervously smiled. Toby continued to look over the book as she spoke, “When I did some digging, I found an old script left by none other than Thomas Jefferson himself.”

Toby looked up in shock, “What would Thomas Jefferson have to do with this?”

Giselle sucked in a deep breath as she began to tell the story, “Near as I can tell, this book was one of the artifacts that the freemasons helped to smuggle out of Europe before the American Revolution. The local masonic lodge didn’t know what to make of this book and feared the stories that they were told.”

Giselle felt chills travel down her spine as she continued, “One of the masons at that time, a man named Benjamin McConnel, was a skilled linguist. He was able to translate part of the text. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for them to figure out what this book was for. When they realized its implications, the freemasons panicked. They tried to destroy the book, but when they failed, they decided it needed to be hidden away. They gave it to then-president Thomas Jefferson for safe keeping.”

Toby felt like he was back in Professor Arias’s class as he listened to Giselle tell the story, “Jefferson held on to the book for a few years, but after a couple of suspected break-ins at his home, he donated the book, along with the rest of his collection to the Library of Congress after Washington was set ablaze during the war of 1812.”

Giselle sucked in one last deep breath as she nervously finished her history lesson, “The message he wrote said that he truly believes great evil surrounds this book and it must be kept hidden and secret at all times.”

Gishan took a nervous step back as Toby opened the book and looked at the ancient hieroglyphics, “This isn’t Alliance writing. It looks totally different.”

Giselle shook her head, “True, but you should be able to manipulate it the same way as you did with the Magnifica.”

Toby quickly focused his mind as he stared at the page. He waved his hand over the book and watched as the lettering rearranged itself to modern English. His mind ached as he worked. Some of the letters were similar to what he saw in the Magnifica, but others were totally different. There was no way to know if the book would completely translate or if it would come out as complete gibberish.

As the enchantment worked, Toby looked up at Giselle, “What is this?”

“The Necronexus.” She replied as Gishan walked up next to her. “From what I was able to find out, this book was written by an unknown sect outside of the Alliance. No one knew about it until the Alliance raided their lands. When they discovered what it was, they also tried to destroy it, but the book resisted all spells, charms, and enchantments. Nothing appeared to do the job. When they failed to dispose of it, the Alliance Council took the book and hid it in the southernmost part of their territory. They wanted to make sure that it was completely forgotten.”

Toby listened as Giselle gave him yet another history lesson, “It is believed that the Egyptians later found the book, successfully translated it, and used its spells in their books of the dead. Since then, the Necronexus has made its way around history without really being noticed. It found its way into the hands of the Knights Templar, who feared what it may be and locked it away after they themselves failed to destroy it.”

Gishan sighed, “So that would explain how it found its way into the hands of the Freemasons.”

“Yeah that’s right.” Giselle replied.

Toby shook his head while he looked at the spell book, “This… resurrection and regeneration enchantment looks like exactly what we want… but it’s complicated… It looks like we’re going to need quite a few things, most of which look more symbolic than anything. I hate the idea of having to wait… but I’ll need a week or so just to make sure I get it right. Even then there appears to be a lot of risk. These enchantments are unlike anything I’ve done before.”

Gishan nodded, “Tell me what you need, if I can’t get it, I’ll know someone who can. We’ll find everything on there as long as it still exists. You have my word. Just promise me one thing.”

Toby looked up from the book, “Go ahead, I’m listening, what’s up?”

“Don’t rush into this.” He replied. “Lia’na didn’t deserve the cards she was dealt and she deserves a second chance… so do you. You’re like a brother to me and I know she made you happy like no one else could… but dwarves have terrible legends about what happens to people who screw with nature. Take your time and make sure you get it right. That’s all I ask.”

“I remember your mother telling us some of those legends as ghost stories.” Toby said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, Gishan, I learned my lesson after the last time. I’m not going to be doing anything that might put another person in jeopardy that I promise you. I’ve lost too much already from making that mistake.”

“I want to be there too.” Giselle added. “You never know what might happen with spells like this and you’ll need all the help you can get. That book is considerably older than the Magnifica and is apparently impossible to destroy. We know a lot less than we should about this book. What we do know is that it could be easily misused if it falls into the wrong hands. We need to be extra cautious.”

“Agreed.” Toby said with a renewed spirit. “So we’re all in on this then?”

“Yeah.” Gishan replied.

Giselle hesitated for a moment before answering, “Yes… but on one condition.”

“Only one?” Toby asked. “What’s that?”

“Once you’ve brought her back, you never use the book again.” Giselle replied. “I know your uncle and your father were taken from you… and I understand the temptation to try to save them. Lord knows there are people I’d love to see again, but that book is too dangerous to keep around. You never know what else could be waiting to come through from the other side. I will allow you to take that risk once, and only once. So once you’ve gotten what you want, you need to find a way to destroy the book.”

The look in Giselle’s eyes was absolutely serious. Toby could see that if he tried to negotiate or refuse to destroy the book, there was no way she’d let him use it. He also knew that there would be risks and as much as he loved his uncle, he knew that he owed Lia’na a second chance.

Giselle sighed as she finished her terms, “I won’t take it back to the Library, nor will I leave it in your hands. Not after what we saw with the Apocalyphe. Messing with the metaphysical goes way beyond simple enchanting, and is too dangerous. I won’t risk our existence by allowing it to fall into the wrong hands… as though there were any such thing as right hands in this case.”

She held placed her hand on the book and looked into Toby’s eyes, “This is my price, one use, and then I want it destroyed.”

“So that’s the deal then?” Toby asked. “Lia’na’s life for this book’s destruction?”

“You could look at it that way.” Giselle replied.

“I am, and you don’t need to worry.” Toby said in a reassuring tone. “I don’t know what I can do that the ancient enchanters didn’t already try, but once she’s back in my arms and all is said and done… I’m getting rid of the Fragmentum, this book, and possibly even the Magnifica. When I’m done, I’m ridding the world of magic. There is just no place for it anymore. Lia’na deserves the normal life she was robbed of. That doesn’t seem possible as long as enchanters still exist.”

“Good…” Giselle said in approval. “Then count me in all the way!”

Toby smiled for the first time in days. The pain of Lia’na’s death was still with him, but hopefully it wouldn’t be something he’d have to live with for the rest of his life, “Then let’s head back to Massachusetts and get started. I need to study these writings while you get the supplies we’ll need. The sooner we get everything together, the sooner she’ll be back with us.”

Gishan nodded, “Right, so let’s all meet back at Toby’s condo tomorrow and figure out what we need.”

Toby turned away and hid the book in the left leather pouch on the side of his bike. He tapped the odometer to wake it up as he got on. The bike revved its engine, as though asking a question.

Toby shook his head in response, “No I’m feeling better now. It looks like the story isn’t quite over yet.”

The bike purred a little as he got comfortable. Toby smiled, “I know that… but we’re going to get her back. I’ll fill you in on the way home.”

The bike roared in excitement, “I know… I miss her too, but I said I’d do anything to save her and I meant it. So let’s get going, we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”

The bike made a squealing sound with its back tires, anxious to get going. Toby nodded, “I can’t wait to have her back either. She should be in my arms right now if there were any justice in the world. It’s just not fair.”

The bike slowly rolled forward as Toby rested his arms on the handle bars, “Come on. Let’s go home…”

Gishan waved as Toby disappeared into a dust cloud that was kicked up by the bike’s tires, “Good luck, Toby! See you tomorrow!”

**

Toby had hoped that he would be able to learn the enchantments quickly and bring her back within a day or two. However his hopes were shattered when he saw what would be needed to conduct the ritual. Aside from procedures and mental preparations, there were some rare items that they would also need.

As promised, Giselle and Gishan showed up at Toby’s house the day after the funeral. Toby had spent the entire night going over the book and had gotten no sleep. His eyes had heavy bags undernieth them and his skin was pale.

Giselle noticed his disheveled appearance the moment she entered the living room, “Good God, Toby. You’re not going to be able to save her if you run yourself into the ground like this.”

Toby rubbed his eyes as he spoke, “No, I know that… but every time I close my eyes, I see her face… the look she gave me during the last few minutes before she died. I just can’t stand it.”

Gishan frowned, “I know how you feel buddy, but you need to be healthy. How ya going to conduct this ritual if you’re falling asleep?”

“Fine.” Toby replied. “Let’s figure out what we need for the ritual and then I’ll go to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” Gishan said as he sat down next to Toby and rested his stubby legs. “Let’s get started.”

*

Over the next few days, Giselle and Gishan worked diligently to get everything they would need. Gishan worked especially hard as he knew better than Giselle how badly this was killing Toby. They were brothers as far as the young dwarf was concerned and there was little he wouldn’t do for Toby. He knew that he would have to hurry before his friend collapsed from exhaustion.

The few nights where Toby was able to sleep, he was forced to watch the horror unfold once again. No matter how hard he tried, he could not expel the dream for even a single moment of relief. It would continue to haunt him and continue to make him face the grim reality that she was dead because he was powerless to save her.

Every night, it was the same thing. Toby watched in horror as Lia’na placed her hand on the Apocalyphe. He tried to run to her, but a wall of energy blocked his path. He tried everything from slamming his body into it, to trying to go around, to blasting it with both light and dark enchantments. Nothing worked and there was nothing he could do except watch helplessly as the release of energy from the book killed her.

Lia’na began to shake as the powers of the Fragmentum and the book ripped into her soul. The same thing happened each time. The book was destroyed and a bolt of light hit Lia’na. Blood poured from her abdomen as she looked up at Toby with a sympathetic expression. The light drained from her eyes and tears flowed as she cried out, “Toby… help me… please! It hurts…”

One morning, Toby’s eyes shot open to the sounds of a kettle in the kitchen screaming that its contents were hot. He jolted upwards into a sitting position and fell off the couch. His left hip ached in pain as he struggled back into his spot.

“Oh, sorry about that,” A voice appeared behind him, “I didn’t think the kettle would be that loud!”

Toby looked up to see what was going on. His eyes were only half open and his vision was badly blurred. He tried to make the fuzz go away by rubbing them a few times and eventually succeeded.

Giselle entered his field of view as he spoke, “It’s all right Giselle… you probably just did me a favor.”

Giselle was standing over the stove in her pink pajama pants and one of the long tshirts she had brought with her. The shirt looked huge on her, but wasn’t long enough to cover her legs, so the pajamas took care of the rest. She frowned as she poured the hot water into a mug, “Still having the same nightmare?”

Toby looked over at her as he spoke, “Yeah… I can’t get her out of my head. It’s driving me insane!”

Giselle worked diligently to finish her morning tea, “I know, I’ve been through it myself and I understand what that’s like. The only comfort I can offer is that it does get easier over time. Either way, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. We’re almost ready to get started on the ritual.”

Toby nodded, “I know, I just don’t understand how I can’t even get one decent night’s rest.”

Giselle gave him a sympathetic smile, “The amount you’ve been drinking lately probably hasn’t helped anything! When’s the last time you actually slept in your bed?”

“A few days…” Toby admitted.

“You see?” Giselle asked in an accusing voice. “I’m sure that’s part of it! Lying face down on this leather sofa like you passed out can not be comfortable. You need to be in your own bed.”

Giselle walked over to a small box on the counter and plucked a teabag out of it. The water in the mug steamed as she added the bag and a drop of honey from the bottle next to the stove. The mug made a faint sound resembling a bell as she stirred the tea.

Toby shrugged, “It still smells like her. It’s even harder to sleep there. When I close my eyes, it’s like she’s still there.”

Giselle sighed, “As much as I hate to say it, maybe it’s time to replace the sheets then? If it drives you that insane, then it might be time.”

Toby looked at the ground as he thought about it, “Maybe…”

“Definitely.” Giselle replied as she looked at Toby.

A concerned look came over her face like she wanted to say something, but was afraid of what Toby would say. She took a step closer and spoke, “Toby, I hate to bring this up now… I know you have high hopes for the enchantment. I do too, but we have to accept the possibility that it may not work.”

Toby shook his head, “I’m aware of that, but I don’t want to think about it now.”

“You have to.” Giselle shot back. “You have to consider what you’ll do if we can’t bring her back. A hard choice will have to be made.”

Toby eye’d her suspiciously, “What are you talking about?”

“If we can’t bring her back, you’re going to have to let her go.” Giselle replied. “That involves moving her out.”

Giselle sighed as a confused look came over Toby’s face. She didn’t want to say what she knew that she had to, “Lia’na never left us. She’s here right now… in her smells, her clothes, and the decorations she brought here. She’ll continue to linger here as long as you hold on to her. For now that’s fine, but if we fail… eventually you’re going to have to let go of it.”

Toby lowered his eyes, “Enough, I don’t want to hear this… not now.”

Once her mug was empty, Giselle walked over and sat next to Toby on the couch. The moment her hand touched the moist leather, she shot up, “Aw gross, thanks for warning me, Toby!”

Toby shrugged, “I can’t help it if I sweat.”

“Yeah, but its leather,” Giselle replied, “it doesn’t absorb the sweat, it just let’s the stuff pool!”

“Sorry.” Toby said in a barely emotional tone.

“Ugh, this is what I mean!” Giselle shouted. “Toby, as your friend, I’m telling you right now, you need to get out of here! Go ride your bike up and down the road or go walk around Arcanus. I don’t care, just do something! This is not healthy.”

Giselle cleaned herself off and sat down in the armchair next to the couch, refusing to go anywhere near where Toby was again, “Gishan should be back in another day or two with the corpse flower we need. I’m sorry it’s taken us so long to get the ingredients, but some of this stuff is complicated and very rare. We’re actually lucky that none of it is extinct.”

She picked up an odd looking knife from the side table, “I mean look at this! We needed ebony to hand-carve a ceremonial knife for the ritual, we also needed a bit of her remains, which the elves were not going to give up willingly. Sneaking back on to the reservation before they buried her wasn’t easy! Then we needed candles made from pure whale fat! Seriously, whale fat? No one even uses that anymore… Now we need this flower and hopefully that will be it!”

Toby shook his head, “I know that, and it didn’t help that it took me so long to translate the Necronexus. The damn book drained me of my energy for days! I’ve never seen an ancient text so complicated that it actually took more than a simple decipher enchantment to translate it! It was more like trying to web a network of unknown lines and dialogue together to make something partially coherent!”

“I remember….” Giselle responded. “I watched you struggling with it. You were off your feet for two days after!”

She sighed as she looked at the door, “I would have helped you if I could have, but that was way beyond anything I could have done. I also had to coordinate Gishan’s trip to get the flower.”

She broke her gaze momentarily to look down at her mug as she sipped the tea before continuing, “It should have been me going after that flower. It would have been… but after the chaos in Washington, and our little incident in the Netherlands, I’ve been on conference call after conference call with my superiors and have been essentially grounded. Even so… I should never have let Gishan go to Malaysia alone.”

Toby smiled, “He’ll be fine… he always is. That dwarf has talked himself out of trouble more times than he’d ever admit to.”

“I hope you’re right.” Giselle replied as she headed for the guest room to change. “You know him better than I do, but I still worry.”

Toby stared blankly at the frame on his end table. It was a beautiful picture of Lia’na and Toby at Revere Beach. He would never forget that day. Lia’na had asked a dwarf that was passing by to take the picture for them.

Toby had expected Lia’na to stand next to him, but instead, she jumped on his back. Her legs hugged his hips and her arms were loosely draped around his neck. Toby’s arms were holding Lia’na’s legs in place as the two of them stood there smiling.

After a few moments, Toby could no longer stand looking at it. He grabbed the pictured and turned it over so that he didn’t have to see the smiling faces. That was nothing more than a piece of history now.

Giselle noticed it and frowned, “I know you miss her Toby. We’re going to do everything we can to get her back.”

Toby stood up and headed for the bathroom, “I know that… Thank you…”

Without another word, Toby closed the door to his bedroom and headed into the shower. Giselle shook her head as he disappeared from view. Her heart sank in her chest. It’s just not right.

Toby shut the door to the bathroom.  His skin was oily and itched as he stripped off the tshirt and boxers he’d been wearing for the last two days. Part of him just wanted to throw out the clothes, given how badly they smelled, but he knew that they could be salvaged if washed soon.

The water pouring out of the shower head didn’t offer him any comfort as 48 hours of sweat washed away. The soap that came off of his body was tinted gray and he had to vigorously run the shampoo through his hair to get the plastic feeling of greese to go away. He was getting clean, but it didn’t feel any better.

Toby leaned down and turned off the shower. He stood in place for a few moments, letting the water drip away as he stared at the steam that whisked by his face. He leaned on the wall, not ready to move. He was completely paralyzed as he remembered the joy of looking forward to showers when Lia’na lived with him.

After more than ten minutes, Toby got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. His mind was completely blank as he dried off and got dressed. He threw on some black jeans and a red tshirt before grabbing his keys and heading for the bedroom door.

Giselle was now sitting in the living room chair, sipping another cup of tea as Toby opened the door to the bedroom. The TV was on and she was keeping an eye on the restoration projects efforts aimed at bringing Boston back to it’s glory. She was interrupted by the creaking sound as Toby’s door opened.

She smiled as she looked at him, “There, now that looks better. You look like a new man now that you’ve cleaned up a little.”

“I don’t feel like a new man.” Toby replied as he slowly started moving towards the front door.

“Going somewhere?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Toby replied, “I’m heading for Revere Beach. I’ll be back in a while.”

A worried expression appeared on Giselle’s face, “Toby, I know I told you to get out, but are you sure that Revere Beach is a good idea?”

Toby sighed as he stopped at the door, “What do you want from me? It’s where I used to go when I needed to clear my head. There is no place that I can go now where she won’t be haunting me.”

“Yeah I know that,” Giselle replied, “but now… I mean given how much time you two spent there. I’m just worried… Look just promise me you won’t have a meltdown until you’re off your bike, okay?”

“Fine.” Toby replied as he closed the door behind him without even looking up.

Giselle sighed as he disappeared from view. She feared that Toby would wind up coming back in traction, but that was a risk she ran no matter where he went. In the end, she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

 

The Plot Formula

Okay, so today I’m going to go over a few formulas I have for a good story, as well as a couple of character study aspects. Let’s start with the formulas shall we?

Dark/Sad ending =/= bad movie.
Okay I know a lot of us grew up on Disney stories and fairy tales and are used to the happy endings. So when we get a story that doesn’t give us ‘happily ever after,’ it messes with us. It makes us mad, shocks us, but then make us think.

A good example of this would be… and I hate making this reference, The Butterfly Effect. There are three endings to this movie the happy one, the dark (original) one, and the neutral (theatrical) ending. Now let me just say that keeping the dark ending wouldn’t have saved the movie, but it would have made it a little less un-watchable. In that ending, the main protagonist goes back in time to when he was in the womb and sacrifices himself to save his friends by making himself a still-born. This makes you think because the mother mentions how she has had other still-born babies, which we can now assume had similar stories. Again, this doesn’t make the movie good, just a little less completely awful. But if you can get past pedophilia, brutal animal abuse, murder, etc, give it a whirl.

Another good example is the ending to pretty much any horror story… Think about it, very rarely does it end well for the characters. They usually wind up alone, dead, severely damaged, or even damned.

Good Villain = Good movie.
This has been proven time and time again and it’s a point that I subscribe to. I don’t care what anyone says to the controversy, you can have a story that is absolutely horrendous, but it will still be decent if it has a decent villain. I don’t know what’s been going on with the generations lately, but we are far more interested in the development of the villain and their descent into darkness vs. the stale, albiet time-honor developement of the hero.
A perfect example of this would be The Masters of the Universe… This movie took a bashing at the box office, it was considered corny, and the gay overtones were practically in your face (if not sometimes literally in your face. Do we really need all those close-ups of Dolf??). That said, Frank Langella as Skeletor. Suddenly, a movie that was barely tolerable, became something of a guilty pleasure to me.

This, to me was a powerhouse performance and kept the movie from being a complete disaster. It really shows just how intense Frank Langella, a very underrated actor in my opinion, can be.

Another perfect example of this would be “The Dark Knight.” No, I’m actually not talking about the joker. I’m talking about Harvey Dent AKA Two-Face. While of course the Heath Ledger Joker surprised everyone and made the general public finally realize (albeit too late) that he was more than just another pretty boy that made the teenie boppers scream, Harvey, I felt was overlooked and his story was actually the more powerful one.
The Joker was there to be the bad guy, his mission was to wreak havoc… no rhym or reason for it, no back story or explanation of his madness, at least none that can be corroborated. Some argue that this makes him all the more scarey being shrouded in mystery, I think it’s a weak plot device.
Two-Face on the other hand has a very dynamic story in both the movie and the comics. Batman is batman and ends the movie as batman. The Joker is the Joker and end the movie as… you know I don’t think they ever really established what happened specifically.
Harvey by the end of the movie was Two-Face. You watch as a small quirk in his personality begins to manifest itself and the madness turns him into the villain he inevitably becomes. This is one of the few characters that you know is going to fall from grace, but he’s such a great character as a good guy that you don’t actually want to see it happen. I guess you could argue that he has a Darth Vader complex in this way (we’ll touch more on this later).

3. $$>Storytelling = Bad story.
Yes I know, no one works for free, I get that, we’re all out to make money, but there is a difference between doing something well and doing something with dollar signs in your eyes. Allow me to explain, George Lucas wanted to make money. There’s no real way of debating this, he maintained all the international copyrights on everything Star Wars. However he also spared no expense when he made his movies. He dumped everything he had into them, knowing full well that if they flopped, he’d be out on the streets begging for change. It’s a risk, but the payoff was well worth it.
Now let’s take a look at say… Dungeons and Dragons.
This was a rather blatant attempt to cash in on the ever popular Role Playing Game, Books, and culture. The production company skimped on everything in this movie. The actors, the costumes, the set, the CGI… I think the only place they didn’t skimp was on Jeremy Irons. In addition to this, they did something that royally pissed audiences off with this movie: They didn’t end the movie. No I’m serious, they didn’t end it. They pretty much said, the story isn’t over and there is more to come… but guess what? NO SEQUEL WAS MADE!

The production company was banking on a sequel and making money so much that they forgot that the movie has to actually work before they make any!

4. They lived happily ever after… MEANS NO SEQUEL!!!
Disney has been arguably the worst offenders in this case. However I can cite other examples as well if your tired of my Disney-bashing (Love Never Dies… looking at you!) Take any of their movies and look at the story. By the end, all the loose ends are tied up, all is as it should be, and the main characters can now focus on their lives together as their adventure is over… right? Yes?
Well the people who owned the rights didn’t think so. Instead, they rehashed several crap story lines, many of which were identical to the original, and either used the main character’s child, or introduced a new villain, a new plot point, or all of the above. This wreaked of the bossmen saying “We want a sequel to this movie, come up with a story in 3 weeks and get it into production or you’re fired.”
I mostly just pretend these don’t exist. But they’re not the only ones… Avatar is coming out with a new movie from what I understand, Jaw (most famous for flopping in sequels) did it and suffered, and a multitude of others joined these movies in infamy. For non-movies… The Last Unicorn is a perfect example. It really didn’t need a sequel.

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Inter-species Fantasy Romances

There is a strange phenomenon that I’ve found somewhat consistent in many stories that involve humans being around other sentient beings. If a romance is involved, the gender of the non-human is usually the opposite to that of the writer. We see this in many stories, including but not limited to…
Lord of the Rings
City of Angels
Twilight
Underworld
True Blood
Magnifica (Yes, I’m guilty of it too.)
Hrolf Kraki Saga (Skuld’s Parents)

Now why does this happen? My wife suggested that it’s because I have some kind of elf fetish. It has also been suggested that If she had pointed, it wouldn’t have been 6 years before I asked her out… BUT this isn’t about me, so we’re moving on!

It is, however a good question to ask. Is the reason that this happens because of a subconscious… or not-so-subconscious desire to have a relationship like that?
Maybe… I won’t deny that I’ve seen examples where that could be the case… (50 Shades of Gray, the original version). Honestly though, I think in many cases it happens because the writer is trying to explore different nuances of the cultural and philosophical differences that would cause roadblocks in such a relationship. That is a lot easier to do when the human character is the author’s gender. That way, they’re not under pressure to try to make that character’s perspective believable when the only experience that they have is 3rd party.

So which is it? Well I think it depends on the writer. I can’t speak for others. Do both happen sure, but I’d like to think, based on my readings, that the latter is true.

@@@ Enchanting Elves: Paint Elven Worlds and Fantasy Characters