Glowing Halo
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Anshin
Novel: <still looking for a title>
Genre: Religious, Spiritual & New Age
31,288 words so far  

About Anshin

Location: Russellville, Arkansas

Home Region:
USA :: Arkansas :: Russellville

Age:22

Website: http://community.livejournal.com/anshin_fanfic

Favorite novels: 1984, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Good Omens, Misery

Favorite writers: F. Paul Wilson, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, JK Rowling, Neil Gaiman

Favorite music: Whatever suits the mood of the scene. You'd be surprised at the varied degrees of rock I'm playing.

Non-noveling interests: Drawing, roleplaying, reading comics, surfing Teh Intarwubs, watching TV (mostly History Channel and Discovery Channel and Food Network...)

Joined: novembre 6, 2005

This Year: Municipal Liaison

NaNoWriMo History:
'05 '06 '07 '08

NaNoWriMo posts: 42

NaNoWriMo buddies: 50

 

Synopsis: <still looking for a title>

Taylor Lavoie has been happilly settled in a quiet life in New Haven, Connecticut for some time. Of course, things aren't normal, and never have been, given he's a clairvoyant, a misplaced Cajun, and a Vodoun priest, but they're as normal as they get between him and his partner, Dylan. Life is calm and complacent.

The Baron Samedi, of course, doesn't like complacency.

Excerpt: <still looking for a title>

When Taylor opens his eyes, thin slivers of light lay across his bed and body from the edges of the blackout curtains and the street lamp outside. The air is cool enough to prickle his skin with goosebumps. He’s dimly aware that someone else is in the room with him, and he knows who it is before he even rolls over.

“Bon nuit, Mistah Lavoie. Ça va?”

Taylor twists over onto his back and stretches, long limbs splaying across the covers. He sits up and folds them back in towards his body.

“Evening, Baron.”

Sitting at the foot of his bed, cross legged with the tails of his coat neatly spread on the bed behind him, top hat tipped just so, cane across his thighs and gloved hands lapping each other on the cane, is the Baron Samedi, impressive and commanding even in his current compact pose. He smiles, bright white against skin as dark as fertile soil, small gap between his front teeth, and his eyes—dark, dimly glowing like a shadow in amber resin—glint behind his bleached and yellowing skull mask.

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