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Genre: Fantasy
About JillersLocation: Staten Island Age:24 Website: http://www.twitter.com/jillers Favorite novels: Me Talk Pretty One Day, East of Eden Favorite writers: Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, David Sedaris Favorite music: Mostly instrumentals,unless I want a specific period feel, then I listen to something from that era, also choral songs Non-noveling interests: Cooking, experimental baking, video games, indie bands, geeky things, things which, if I named, would make me seem like a pretenious jork |
Joined: October 17, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 14 NaNoWriMo buddies: 2
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Brief Author Bio: Living in Staten Island, pet sitting when I can, and writing. Currently, I'm working part-time (seasonal) at FAO Schwartz, and am putting money away so I can eventually go back to school and, hopefully, travel. |
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Synopsis: Folly
Legends tell of a war that was fought hundres of years ago, when the gods were struck down, and the world was finally able to live free of their machinations.
Along with the legend, came a prophecy, promising that the gods would return to the world, mostly because the gods don't want to stay dead.
Over the years, this legend (and the prophecy) was forgotten, except by one person, who now spends their days drunk and waiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled.
Excerpt: Folly
Unfortunately, no one ever bothered to learn this language. The Beast-kin preferred it that way, actually. It let tham have conversations with each other that intimidated all the “pink gooey things”. The five Beat-kin, as a matter of interest, were in fact discussing what they were each bringing to their friend’s surprise party. The humans that had chased them out of their homes in the woods were clearly startled by the last roar, which sounded war-like and horrible to them, but would have been translated to, more or less “Dammit Tony†! We all agreed on a 30 silver budget!”
† “Tony” may or may not have been the Beast-kin’s name. It may have been “Gargleflax” or “Merl”: even those most well-versed in the Beast-kin tongue can’t really properly translate their names.
