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Genre: Fantasy
About SimonBobLocation: Ottawa Home Region: Age:24 Website: http://mammon.bz Favorite novels: Naked Lunch, Watchmen, The Armies of the Night cuz I'm angry at the government now, Only You Can Save Mankind, and Welcome to the Monkey House. (Honourable mention: Starship Troopers. Ah, fascism.) Favorite writers: Douglas Adams, Scott Adams, Alan Moore, and Hunter S. Thompson. Favorite music: Instrumentals and foreign singers, so I don't accidentally copy the lyrics. Non-noveling interests: Video games, Pearl Jam, Empire Records |
Joined: October 26, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 36 NaNoWriMo buddies: 9
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Brief Author Bio: 1984: Showed up. |
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Synopsis: Sleet Kings
In a modern North American monarchy, the king has to deal with problems that Arthur himself wouldn't have dreamed of: a princess in love with a dragon who works for the Ministry of Energy, a unicorn with the power to cure any disease except his own chronic depression, and a prophetic gryphon who hasn't actually had any breakthrough visions in the last four years. And then a space alien lands in the castle garden and things stay mostly as weird as they already were. (When you've already got mythical beasts pulled straight off your heraldry working in your national employ, extraterrestrial life tends not to faze you.) A chillingly hilarious vision of how things probably could never have been.
Excerpt: Sleet Kings
Ch. 17: In Which Eddie the Gryphon Falls Into a Vat of Chicken Soup
“Guys, I do not mean to alarm you, but I appear to have fallen into a vat of chicken soup.” Indeed, Eddie the Gryphon did seem to have fallen into a vat of chicken soup, at least at first glance.
“Yikes,” Duke said. “Is it hot?”
“No, kinda cool actually.” Eddie paddled his way over to the edge and draped his forelegs up on the deck. “Yeah, good point. Isn't soup supposed to be hot?”
Duke dipped a claw in the water and sniffed it. “That's not soup, bud, that's just chlorinated water.”
“No kidding? Huh, goin' for a swim then.” Eddie kicked off and started paddling off to the far side.
“I hate going to the pool with you guys,” Otto muttered.
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