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Genre: Fantasy
About GreenguyLocation: United States Home Region: Age:16 Website: http://ergohumor.blogspot.com Favorite novels: The Discworld series by Terry Pratchett, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, A Separate Peace by John Knowles Favorite writers: Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, John Knowles, Stephen R. Lawhead Favorite music: Mozart or Chopin Non-noveling interests: Skiing, filming, screenwriting |
Joined: October 17, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Brief Author Bio: Heard about NaNo on critiquecircle.com, the best site for writers in the world period. Super-excited for this year! |
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Synopsis: Reversing Roles
You have your common everyday fantasy world, with a Dark Lord and his massive orc armies overcoming the elves and humans. The Forces of Good are getting ready for their last stand and looking like crazy for a Chosen One. All is as it should be.
And then, the Core of the planet flips, turning North to South and South to North. But this does more than turn the compasses upside down; because this Common Fantasy World is steeped in magic and boiled in mystery, with a few tea leaves of chance dropped in for flavor, something else happens.
The elves and their High Lord turn evil; the orcs and their Dark Lord turn good. The men get mixed-up.
So what happens when the elves march out to conquer the world, the orcs start Orcish Rights Movements, and the Dark Lord falls in love with advanced physics?
All this and more in a flurry of myth, magic, misery and all-around lunacy takes place in my novel-to-be, "Reversing Roles."
Excerpt: Reversing Roles
Captain Lutch opened his eyes. He saw an orcish mouth, full of sharp teeth, descending toward him. Now he really regretted giving the troops that mouth-to-mouth resuscitation class last week.
“Argh, get off!” Lutch pushed the mouth away. “I’m fine, you hear? And I don’t need no kiss of life, alright? I’m absolutely fine.”
“Just trying to save your life,” the orc said, sitting back.
“After mouth-to-mouth with the likes of you, Bagrat, I’d kill myself anyway.”
“Sorry,” Bagrat muttered. He was a small and deep-voiced; ‘runty and grunty,’ they called him. He was incredibly ugly; all orcs were ugly, but he was a deeper level of ugly, an ugliness that stressed the ug.
Lutch pushed himself to his feet and glanced at the line of catapults, trying to calculate what he had been doing before his sudden collapse. Then his slow orc-mind ground to a halt and tried to rewind.
“Wait a second…Bagrat!”
Bagrat saluted. “Sir?”
“Did you just say sorry?”
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