Friday, 9 March 2012

Emily Cadwalader and The Tome of Doom

The 'Tome of Doom' is the (daft, I know) working title of an epic Fantasy trilogy I've been faffing with since summer 2010. I started the first draft during my first NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in that same year. Here is the Tome in its ring-binder folder, doing an impression of the obelisk from 2001: A Space Odyssey - 

And here you can see a typical example of my handwritten waffling. Look closely and you may be able to tell that towards the middle of this page, I was starting to fall asleep...

On the grand scale it's about civil war; the magical versus the martial; loyalty and betrayal; drugs and petty crime, and the resurrection of a once-great city. On the intimate scale it's about a family torn apart and then stuck back together again; it's about the fall and redemption of a man, who finds his voice, his true allegiance, and his true love.

Over the next few months I will be doing some major typing-up sessions, finally getting the Tome into a more manageable state ready to start the first stage of editing. As I do so, I will be picking out some brief excerpts to share with you here. Hopefully I won't give too much of the story away! Here's the first:

(apologies for any mistakes, this is unedited first draft material after all.)

'...the beasts seemed to be solid, and viscerally real. They slithered and skittered across the floor, throbbing and thrumming in the air, and they were spontaneously multiplying. Diverse in their form, each one was a repulsive parody of nature's most bizarre experiments. Some squelched as they uncoiled their ooze-drenched tentacles; others gave rattling coughs as they unfurled their leathery wings, and groomed their greasy fur... ... ... wasn't quite sure how he had been expecting to be tortured, but he could never have imagined anything like this. With all his being he wanted to beg for this nightmare vision to stop. But terror had complete dominion over his body, and his throat closed up tight. Something with hundreds of legs crawled up his back and wound itself around his neck, leaving a trail of pin-prick scratches in his flesh. Another beast whispered nonsense at him, spitting its acid saliva into his ear. It prodded his face with its twig-like fingers, prising his eyelid open to meet his terrified stare with its own, single albino eye.'

Click here to read all the Excerpts.

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