Many thanks to Pyrelle who did the first draft of the smutty parts so I could work through my writer’s block
“So, Onmund said something interesting today,” Lydia said as she unpacked her satchel, placing the food she procured from the market on the table.
“Really?” Elspeth looked up from her tea and the pile of letters she was reading. They had only just arrived home the evening prior, and even Elspeth hadn’t seen Onmund yet. She was planning a visit to Silent Moons camp, just a soon as she finished reviewing her correspondence.
Xeri was incredulous that they were going through all this trouble for a single Nord. It’s not that she had anything against Nords, but the Thalmor had lots of prisoners and Xeri couldn’t help but wonder what was so special about this one who was neither a Blade nor a university mage. She was a priest of Talos, one of the many gathered from Imperial City and one of the few who refused to renounce their devotion to the now banned Divine. Most had chosen to save their own skins, knowing that their work would simply go on in secret. But not this one. And the fact that she’d so readily refused to save her own life made Xeri suspicious. Continue reading →
Your Hands Only is a new weekly feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to firstname.lastname@example.org. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading →
Or keeping up with writing challenges. Those challenges were fun, I must say, and the short bursts of writing were making it easier to get into a writing mood. The problem is that, instead of anything I should be working on right now, I am feeling inspired to write the following: Continue reading →