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Hello again!

First of all, thank you to everyone who wished me better last week. 🙂 I am feeling better. Not tip-top, but getting there.

If you’re not familiar with WIPpet Wednesday, it might be a good idea to check out this post before continuing. For those of you who know what WIPpet Wednesday is, but haven’t gotten to know me yet, I’m doing it a little differently from the other WIPpeteers at this point. Rather than randomish excerpts of a novel I’ve been working on for a while, I’m writing a novel specifically for WIPpet Wednesday. (It was in the works anyway and I figured this would be a good way to get it moving while I finish my current WIP.)

This week I explain why both women and men are trained as warriors in Arvid’s otherwise patriarchal society. Eventually I will probably write out the legend behind it for myself. For now, I lay the Readers Digest version at your feet. I’m sure you would have found it amusing to watch me jump through mathematical hoops as I searched for the right equation to make today’s date fit the excerpt.

24, for the 24th, divided by the 3 from 2013, multiplied by the 2 from 2013 = 2(24/3) = 16 sentences

Easy, right?

As a bonus, and for clarity, I tacked the final paragraph from last week’s WIPpet in front of this week’s official 16 sentences. If you’re not thoroughly confused by now, would you please explain it? Because you are waaaaay ahead of me.

In the center of the ring, sitting with the Elders were five women, the oldest of them not more than fifty, gazed at the gathering crowd. Two of them sat stiffly in chairs with blankets covering their legless laps. One of them wore a veil. Another juggled stones in her remaining hand, seemingly unaware of their presence there as she swept her eyes over the room.

Then there was the fifth woman. Arvid gazed at her, awed and envious. A hard light shone in her eyes. She sat with the quiet pride of an ancient tree, solid and unmovable, bowing only to the greatest storms. Numerous scars adorned her better than any jewel.

She was Master’s wife, Masterwifename, the only woman with any combat training the day the Raven Nation attacked. The men of the Arvid’sTribe Kingdom left their cities and towns unprotected after receiving an urgent message from their allies, begging them for help against a new enemy. Three days later, the men of the Raven Nation destroyed all the outlying villages, leaving no one alive. As they approached the main town, Masterwifename rallied the women. She hid the elderly and the young, instructing the many young women who were too fearful to fight not to let a single child be taken. The rest met the invading army at the city gates, barring the entry. Masterwifename stood on the front line, leading as both general and soldier.

The women fended off the Raven Nation for six full days, until the men returned to take over the fight. After a battle so bloody neither side could count its losses, the Raven warriors fled. Of the three hundred or so women who met the invading army, only 46 lived through the fight. Of those, only the five now seated with the Elders survived their injuries. Since that day, women were trained in combat as well as men so the Arvid’sTribe people would never be defenseless again.

 

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Frame from Battle of the Amazons by Peter Paul Rubens, 1618. A little interesting trivia: Amazons really did exist. There was a fascinating PBS special on it.

Frame from Battle of the Amazons by Peter Paul Rubens, 1618.
A little interesting trivia: Amazons really did exist. There was a fascinating PBS special on it.

 

Painting of Zan Zig, a magicianFor my next act, Ladies and Gentlemen, I will pull a WIP out of my hat before your very eyes! If any of you are faint of heart, please turn away.

If you follow the WIPpeteers, and most of you do, then you already know that Fairy Blood is officially in hiding. But fear not, Harsha fans (or Zeeb fans, as many of you seem to be), Fairy Blood will make a return. In the meantime, I offer a brand, new WIP, which I am serializing WIPpet style.

Currently, this WIP is titled The Queen of Bears.

Kind of a lame title, huh? Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it? It  is therefore highly subject to change. I considered using The Bear Queen instead, but, well, I don’t really want my high fantasy being confused for er…  romance.

You will literally be reading this story at about the same rate I am writing it. Feel free to offer constructive criticism in the comments. You’ve heard of beta readers? Well, I officially invite you all to be alpha readers.  Bear in mind, though, that I am the ONLY WIPpeteer, as of the moment I’m writing this, to extend that invitation. There’s no reason to go rip other WIPpeteers’ offerings to pieces.  Please just enjoy their lovely WIPpets for what they are: works in progress. You may do all the ripping you feel the need for right here. (Bear in mind. Teeheehee.)

Snow White and Rose RedIt may interest some of you to know that Queen of Bears is based very, very, very, very, very loosely on Snow White and Rose Red, by the Brothers Grimm.

Alright, that’s more than enough blab from me. And now! Chapter One…

Arvid swung her soft practice mace over her head. With a hard flick of her elbow, she slammed it down. Oya jumped left, the mace missing her by a hairsbreadth. Arvid thrust her wooden sword at Oya’s belly. Oya parried with her shield before thrusting a blunt spear at Arvid. She caught the left side of Arvid’s thick leather jerkin.

“Match!” The Master’s deep voice, gritty from years of shouting orders, came in the midst of Arvid’s counter swing. Nevertheless, orders were never to be disobeyed.

Arvid swung her arm out to the side, letting the mace fall harmlessly into the dirt on her right.  “What?” She kept her eyes on Oya, weapons and feet in ready stance.

“But Master,” Oya pulled her thrust and shifted her stance to counter Arvid’s, “I barely nicked Arvid. A match cannot end until one of the warriors strikes a mortal blow.”

Master sighed. The battle-ready confidence on both girls’ faces wavered. Questioning the Warrior Master rarely worked out in a trainee’s favor. Arvid’s common blue eyes silently asked Oya a question. Oya’s rare, earth-brown eyes widened slightly in answer. They dropped their weapons, turned and kneeled before Master, offering their forearms for the switch.

“That won’t be necessary today.”

Arvid kept her head down, hiding her expression. Not necessary? Since when did Master allow a trainee to go unpunished for insubordination? It troubled her. She shifted her eyes to Kiano’s feet. Unfortunately that was all she could see of him without lifting her head. His toes offered no insight into the Master’s decision, although they wiggled a little in acknowledgement of her attention.

“The sun is setting. You two have been sparring since dawn. I called the match because I am tired.”

He was lying. Just last week Master made a pair of the men spar for nearly three full days until one of them dropped from exhaustion. Not once did he turn away or shut his eyes. Arvid knew because he required her, and her alone out of all the trainees, to watch the entire match with him. She nearly dropped from exhaustion herself before it ended. More than once an undermaster’s switch came down on her forearms for wavering in her seat.

“You’re dismissed.”

Arvid crossed both arms over her chest, hands fisted, in salute. She and Oya waited until Master left the arena before rising. When she stood up, Kiano jogged over. Arvid walked toward him, Oya following. Kiano wrapped his arms around Arvid. She returned the embrace.

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Dueling Warriors

Drawing courtesy of Jake Powning

 

 

Versatile Blogger Award

Bunnies Beware! I got another Blogging award!

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This time, I was given…

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… Award by the beautiful, and FAR more versatile,  Emily Witt of A Keyboard and an Open Mind

Thank you Emily. 🙂

Here are the rules, as plagarized directly from Emily’s Versatile Blogger Award

  1. Thank and link to the person who gave you the award.
  2. Tell seven facts about yourself.
  3. Pass it on to seven other bloggers.
  4. Link to specific posts on their blogs so they’ll be notified by pingback

So here we go!

Fact 1: I have a folder of my mother’s unfinished stories that I hope to finish one day. Off the top of my head, there’s the beginning of a Speculative Fiction novel, which could have gone either Fantasy or Sci-Fi, knowing Mom. There’s also a children’s story about a cat, as well as a few other novel starts.

Fact 2: Although all my work as ReGi is intended for adults or, perhaps, older teens, I write children’s stories as well. They’re mostly for my kids, but I might put them out there under my real name one day. Beloved’s niece is planning to illustrate a few.

Fact 3: I have a non-fiction book called Fairies, Mermaids, Proverbs 31 Women, and Other Mythical Creatures I’m Not in the works. It’s a long, long, looooong term project that requires some serious research and lots of trial and error.

Fact 4: I should probably be washing dishes right now.

Fact 5: I didn’t have names for any of my characters when I set out to write my first novel. I don’t mean the characters that appear during the writing process. I mean my MC. To keep the characters straight, I started making up names as I went. My MC was lucky. He got Marcus. His best friend got Leijer. His wife’s best friend got Femiline. Blech.

Fact 6: I write mythology for all my worlds. I can’t seem to help it. I felt very silly putting stories within the story when writing my first novel. Since then, I’ve decided it’s not a bad thing. In Fairy Blood, Harsha, Zeeb, and Seraph all have their own legends. Zeeb’s is more of an urban legend, but still. They probably will not go into the cheapy edition of the book, but they’ll be available. My amazing formatting person had just gotten a new program and was walking on clouds when last I spoke to her. What she has to tell me when it comes time to get down to brass tacks will determine much about how I present the legends.

Fact 7: I feel like Professor Digory ought to pop in about now and say, “Doesn’t that sound grand!” My formatting person is, in fact, a very good friend from my writing group who just happens to have been doing web design since it was invented. Without my wonderful Beloved and my writing buddies, both local and in the blogosphere, I doubt I’d ever get past “Once upon a time…”

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