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Genre: Fantasy
About hmltwinLocation: Somewhere between Albany and Catskill Home Region: Age:32 Website: http://hmltwin.wordpress.com/ Favorite writers: David Eddings, J.K. Rowling Favorite music: music from anime Non-noveling interests: drawing, crocheting, cross-stitching |
Joined: October 30, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 391 NaNoWriMo buddies: 18
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Brief Author Bio: I've been writing stories since the end of High School, which would make it about about fourteen years now. Most of my stories are fantasy with some leanings towards mystery, science fiction and espionage. Besides writing stories, I enjoy writing blank verse poetry, crocheting and drawing. I'm learning to sew using a machine, but I'm quite capable of sewing by hand. I also like to do counted cross-stitch and knitting. When I'm not doing something incredibly creative, I'm playing with my cats - who are like small children for me. Samwise and Pippin keep me busy, but they also give me the sort of unconditional love you just can't get from most human people. This year's novel will have a dedication to Frodo, lovingly called "Odie", who past away a few months ago. |
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Synopsis: The Visions of a Lily: Tales from the Enchanted Gardens
I peered around the door. The commander was sitting behind his desk. He was reading something. I didn’t want to intrude. I hesitated; then I took a step back, intending to leave. The floor squeaked under my foot and I froze.
“Eisa,” the commander said, setting his papers aside. He made a beckoning gesture. As I stepped into the carpeted office, he smiled. “There’s something I wanted to ask of you.”
“Yes, sir?” I was nervous. Was I in trouble? Had someone taken offense at my endless questions? Was I prying too much? I folded my hands in my lap to keep them from shaking.
“Captain Hummel said you’re very curious about things here in the Enchanted Gardens,” the commander said. As my cheeks warmed, he smiled. “That’s a trait that Captain Hummel admires, my dear. He suggested a task for you and I wanted to see how you felt about that.”
“What – what sort of task?” I said. I shifted my weight to the front of my chair, leaning forward to hear the commander better.
The old man smiled. “How would you feel about being the official chronicler of the Snow Lions, Eisa?” he asked. “It’s been some time since the post has been filled, but your captain thinks you’d do well at the job.”
My eyes widened. As the chronicler, I’d be allowed to ask all the questions I wanted. I grinned and nodded. “I’d be honored, sir,” I said.
That was four months ago...
Mother always told me that my curiosity would get me into trouble someday. When I was made Official Chronicler for the Snow Lions I thought it would be the best job ever. What more could I have hoped for?
I never expected that the simple job of recording our history would awaken a power in me that few others had. I never imagined the sort of danger that power would lead me into. When Mother warned me about being curious, I don’t think this was what she had in mind!
Excerpt: The Visions of a Lily: Tales from the Enchanted Gardens
I closed my eyes and a thought bubbled to the surface. In my mind, I could see Wolff tugging Captain Hummel along by one hand. Captain Hummel was carrying a basket. They were in one of the gardens, the Tulip Garden, if I had to guess.
"Are you sure about this?" Captain Hummel asked, his brows furrowing. He glanced around a bit warily. "I mean, what if the commander should catch us?"
"We're having a picnic," Wolff said, shrugging. He half-dragged the younger captain into a cave. A faint smile touched his lips. "Here we are," he said, cheerfully. He released Captain Hummel's hand and stepped over to shelves that were built into the cave wall. He lifted a blanket and spread it out on the floor. Then he grabbed a couple pillows and tossed them to Captain Hummel.
Captain Hummel sat down on the blanket. He set the basket to one side. Catching up one of the pillows, he squeezed it and scowled. "What are these stuffed with?" he asked.
"Raw wool," Wolff said, nodding. He knelt on the blanket and added, "The local stuff, none of that cheap stuff imported from Olympia."
Captain Hummel arched an eyebrow at him. Then he set the pillow to one side. He lifted the lid of the basket. Something caught his eye and he scowled. "Rogier was here?" he read. He looked at Wolff and scowled. "Rogier?"
"Dutch spelling," Wolff said. He caught Captain Hummel's hand and pulled him forward, intending to kiss him, but Captain Hummel pulled away. "What is it, bellissima?"
"We were going to have dessert," Captain Hummel said.
As he turned away and began digging in the basket, Wolff scowled. "I was trying to have dessert," he groused. He sighed and glanced over Captain Hummel's shoulder. "What have you got there?"
"They're like... cookies," Captain Hummel said. He drew a covered bowl out of the basket. Then he removed the cover, revealing the baked goods. Two round mound-shaped pieces of chocolate cake sandwiched creamy white frosting.
Wolff tilted his head one way and then the other. He reached for one, but Captain Hummel chuckled and pulled them out of reach. "What?"
"I'll feed you," Captain Hummel said, giving Wolff a warm smile. He set the bowl down and lifted one of the cookie-pies out of it. He held it out to Wolff, then. A warm flush colored his cheeks as Wolff's tongue came out to lick the frosting.
"Mm," Wolff said, "it's sweet." He bit it then. After a few bites, his mouth closed around Captain Hummel's fingers. Captain Hummel's cheeks warmed even more. "Nice," Wolff said, as he sat back. He chuckled softly and reached out to brush Captain Hummel's cheeks with his fingertips. "Are you embarrassed, bellissima?"
"N-no," Captain Hummel said, shaking his head. He squeaked when Wolff suddenly pushed him back against the pillows. His eyes widened slightly when Wolff lifted one of the cookie-pies. As Wolff brought the sweet to his lips, he closed his eyes.
Wolff groaned softly as Captain Hummel at the chocolate cake. He was slow and deliberate in his consumption, drawing it out as long as possible. As he chewed the last bite, Wolff leaned down and kissed him deeply. He could taste the chocolate on his lover's lips.
He made a sound of protest when Captain Hummel pushed him back. "What's wrong now?" he asked, sounding just a bit annoyed.
Captain Hummel flushed. "I... I feel like we're being watched," he whispered.
Wolff scowled and looked around. More blankets and pillowed lined the shelves around them. Ski poles stood in one corner, while the skis they went with were piled on a nearby shelf. Then he spotted it: two pairs of dark eyes peering at them from the shadows.
Frowning, Wolff summoned light and sent it into the corner of the room. He chuckled softly as he saw a large statue of a white dog with black ears. The dog had its head tilted to one side, as if it were watching them with a curious, puzzled expression. Beside it, there was a second statue. This one was of an older man with a white beard. He was dressed in a white shirt with a blue suit jacket, red and white striped pants and a red bow tie. A tall white hat stood on his head. He was point an almost accusatory finger at them. "There's the ones watching us, bellissima," he said.
"Who would put those in here?" Captain Hummel asked, scowling at the statues.
Wolff shrugged and looked back down at Captain Hummel. His fingers smoothed the white-blond hair and he smiled. "Do you want to go someplace else?"
Captain Hummel chuckled softly and shook his head. "Let them watch," Captain Hummel murmured, as Wolff's summoned light faded out of existence. Then he relaxed as Wolff began to kiss him once again.
I startled out of the vision and looked around. My cheeks were so hot that I knew I must have been blushing. The door opened then and I stood quickly, fanning my face to cool it.
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