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About Rebecca wordslayerLocation: i'm away with the fairies (on business no less) Home Region: Age:18 Favorite novels: Too hard to say I have a billion but at the moment I’d say it is interview with the vampire Favorite writers: Maryjanice Davidson,Charlaine Harris,and Anne Rice, Favorite music: (For fighting) slipknot, (for romance) Hellogoodbye, dido, (for sadness) Evanescence,radiohead or biffy clyro 'Machines' Non-noveling interests: playing guitar, hanging out with my friends, listening to music and at the moment preparing for Halloween |
Joined: Oktober 10, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 6 NaNoWriMo buddies: 2
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Synopsis: Our Lady Of Stone
Our Lady of Stone, a saint among vampires and humans alike is known best for setting up The Sanctuary for newly turned vampires that have no masters. After the death of her blood mate she turns herself to stone awaiting his return, two hundred years later on the Night of the festival honoring her she is stolen….
Emily Our Lady of Stone’s first student was saved from a fate worse than death and given a master, a friend, and a Family. She has always feared that the monster in her would return, that without Our lady of stone nearby, she would revert back to the way she once was. She will stop at nothing till she finds her.
Fionn a fledgling is trying to get used to his new life at the sanctuary, but why is does he dream of the lady in white? Why does she sing her song for him and him only, when he has already met his blood mate? He knows nothing about the web of lies which threaten to rip him apart.
Excerpt: Our Lady Of Stone
Preface
I sit here. On the cold ground I sit here. For he is gone. I cradle his limp body against mine. Letting his blood soak into my dress.My skin. My memory.
Cold empty tears roll down my cheeks. I start to rock our bodies as you would a child. Hoping to find some kind of solace but nothing is left. Nothing but the void. Threatening to tear me apart.
I am not dead. I should be dead. His passing should have dragged me to the grave with him. His last words whisper in my head over and over again.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
If I must I will wait. Wait till all else has turned to dust.
I start to sing. Not a song of mourning but one that whispered to me from the darkest entity of my being. One of promise. I sang long and low into the night. All who heard it felt its power and cowered from its meaning.
Seek and ye shall find, those who believe, are rewarded. Death gives meaning to us all. A circle, that can’t be avoided. Seek and ye shall find, those who believe, are rewarded. Death gives meaning to us all. A circle, that can’t be avoided…
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