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Genre: Fantasy
About sparrowzinglyLocation: Chicago Home Region: Age:19 Favorite writers: Reading Ellen Kushner right now... does it show? xD Favorite music: Anything from Ravi Shankar to the Moldy Peaches, African Water drumming to broque-period harpsichords, to mandolin-extraordinaire Chris Thile to Souljah Boy, to Wizard Rock to Dresdan Dolls, to Jason Mraz to Girlyman to blahblahblahblahblah. Non-noveling interests: I play the violin. I ride Harleys. I travel. Occasionally, I work for social justice. When I grow up, I wanna be the David Attenbourough of People. I have worked in a toy shop, as a softball umpire, as a journalist, as a really bad mime, as a freelance painter and as an improv comedienne. I really like tacos. I also really like whistling. Sometimes, I just fall over. |
Joined: October 29, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 28 NaNoWriMo buddies: 17
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Excerpt: Gone the Dove
Even in fear, her father couldn’t shout. He was so sweet, so gentle. How could anyone ever hate him? How could anyone ever yell at him? She never yelled, not even when she was mad. She couldn’t. but these men, these strange, crazed heathens from the new land… they could be cruel when they should be kind. They could be loud when they should be silent. They could scream when they should be crying. She hated them for that.
There was a scuffle and her father did not cry out. There was a strangled noise, but he did not raise his voice. And then, there was a quiet thud, a choked gasp, and no one spoke. The door creaked on its rickety hinges.
And that’s why Nymai ran away.
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