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Genre: Fantasy
About LellLocation: St. Louis, MO Home Region: Age:25 Website: http://lell.livejournal.com Favorite novels: The Better Part of Valor, Red Lily, Proven Guilty, These Three Remain, Pride and Prejudice, Avalon High, Rites of Spring (Break), Rampant, A Ring of Endless Light, Graceling Favorite writers: Jim Butcher, Anne McCaffrey, Meg Cabot, Nora Roberts, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Tanya Huff, Pamela Aidan, Jane Austen Favorite music: I've got a revolving playlist of equal parts P!nk and Blue Man Group, with some showtunes sprinkled in for when I'm stuck and want to sing along. Non-noveling interests: Video editing, reading, drawing, comic books, Chuck, Dollhouse, The Office |
Joined: Octubre 28, 2003 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 14 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: As an unemployed slacker, Lell once held a glorious job working terrible hours in an unforgiving and constantly changing industry. She prefers to think of her jobless status as "quarterlife retirement" and fills her days with with beneficial and healthy activities like watching way too much TV, reading webcomics, and of course devouring as many books as she can before the craze of November sets in. You can usually find her on her blog, though don't ever expect it to make sense. Lell likes likes long sits on the beach, Nora Roberts books, and poking dead things with a stick. When she's not cheering Jim and Pam on, or laughing at DiNozzo, Lell dotes lavishly on her Boston Terrier, Zoe, and writes crazy fiction to make up for the fact that she has moved back in with her parents. |
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Synopsis: Trashing Romance / Bearer
Novel the First: Audrey Dint is dismayed to find out that art does indeed imitate life when she loses a bet and begins a romance novel--the bane of her existence.
Novel the Second: To Be Decided.
Excerpt: Trashing Romance / Bearer
Will didn't know if it was a cold breeze, or just a feeling of intense foreboding, that made him shiver. Without a word, he pulled out the dagger he kept in a forearm sheathe. It was a small, southern dagger, not good in a hand-to-hand battle, but wickedly sharp. And sharp was what he needed right now.
The second Jada saw the blade, she whipped the metal rod around and smacked his forearm with it. The padding took some of the blow, but it still stung enough that Will almost dropped his dagger. "Easy," he snarled, more annoyed than surprised by the pain. "I'm not going to attack you."
"Why draw your dagger, then?"
"I'm going to cut off the Mark."
"You're going to--you will do no such thing!" Incensed, the tiny woman moved between him and the body. Will didn't attempt to move her out of the way. He already already felt, first-hand, just what damage her weapon could do.
"It's better this way," he insisted. "If they know he's wraithborne, they'll know it's a wraithbearer that killed him."
"You can't be sure of that, Senor Dale."
"I can't," Will agreed. "But cold logic can. The only one that could have gotten past this one's guard has to be wraithborne. And maybe it's a one-time thing. Maybe this is a bad man. But if people even *think* the wraithbearers will begin to fight again...it will be madness. I've no idea what the First Wave was like in Symia, but around my home, it was awful. I don't want that kind of thing happening here, again."
Jada didn't move. In fact, she stared at him for what seemed like forever, neither relenting nor domineering. Those dark, stabbing eyes just continued to search his face. What they sought, he didn't know. And he wasn't sure she had found it, even though she grudgingly stepped aside. "If the wraithbearers are fighting again," she said, " Symia will never survive."
"Forget Symia," Will told her as he bent to the gruesome task of cutting a man's flesh from his chest so that the Mark, which had a pearly, oil-slick sheen to it, would no longer be visible. "If the wraithbearers go to war, Parcia will fall before the year sees its end."
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