Angel of Syn

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Pic used for inspiration — found on Google

*Took a break from novel and wrote this. It is from a writing prompt and an old RP character*

I woke up covered in blood, and all I had left of my wings was a single, solitary feather that I held in my hand.

<what the hell happened!? where the hell are my wings!?> I tried to ask out loud, but it only came through in my head.

A deep voice that I knew I should recognize answered the questions.

((Look around you and then maybe you will understand.))

I looked around and saw piles of bodies around me, the midnight feathers that once flared out from my back scattered on top of them, tattered and dotted with blood. I reached behind me and only felt nubs that once were beautiful raven wings and pain ripped through me as my fingers brushed the broken bones. I screamed in anguish.

<WHY! I served her as well as you did! I did as she asked! Why would she take my wings away save this one perfect feather?>

**She did not take your wings. You did. You were crazed throughout this battle, like you were possessed. We tried to stop you but whatever possessed you made you stronger than the three of us together.**

Once I heard them explain what happened, I realized the voices answering me were my fellow warriors.

<Where are you? Why are you not with me?>

((Until you figure a way to regrow your wings, you are stuck on Earth. We will watch over you and Mother will see that you are at least healed and taken care of, but YOU must find out why you were crazed and how you can get your wings back.))

**We must go dearest sister. But remember you can call on us and we shall answer**

When they left, the only thing that could be heard was my wracking sobs and the caws from the crows and the raspy, hissing sounds of the vultures as they fed on the dead.

Word Count is over 9,000!

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Just popping in to say hi, hope you all are having a great weekend and to say that I have almost hit the 13k mark on my novel! Have a prologue even and am making some adjustments to my first chapter thanks to some amazing feedback from fellow writers/coach.  So things are trucking along good, breakthroughs are happening, and the story is coming to life one scene at a time!

Update, cinematic brain, non-writers, and readers

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Hi all! Sorry it’s been awhile. I broke my pinkie toe, ran headfirst into Fiction Expedition with the amazing Debbie Burns, and have been working diligently on A Royal’s Undoing, the first book in my Vaedrathan Chronicles.

I have the first two chapters written, 3-4 scenes (the prompts I’ve shared) that will get put in when I get to their spots, have done a couple of ‘character sheets’/deep dives on my main players, and have notes all over the place.

Today I will be working on the prologue and starting the 3rd chapter, along with filling in more character info since some of them are finally starting to open up to me more LOL!

That is one thing that a lot of non-writers/non-creatives do not understand, and trying to explain it is even harder. Our art, characters, stories talk to us. A fellow writer and becoming a good friend told me today that she wished she had a ‘cinematic brain’ that a lot of us writers have. I told her it is not always a blessing as some of us that have this cinematic brain can’t turn it off so it creeps into our dreams / nightmares as well. Don’t get me wrong. I love being able to ‘see’ my scenes, but it would be nice if I had an off switch for it sometimes. I also wish that ‘seeing’ these scenes gave me a better ability to write it out.

Another thing that most non-writers don’t get. We put a LOT of work into our books. We don’t just sit down and have it all flow out perfectly the first time!  It takes a TON of research to get the right colors, scenes, clothing/armor/weapons, political bullshit, etc done right. We have to watch our grammar and create believable characters. And our muses don’t always want to cooperate with us. There are days when I can’t get anything down on paper. There are days when I can crank out almost 2,000 words. Then there are days when all I can do is work on my world or a character or two in that world.

This is why we ask for opinions. This is why we ask for reviews. We work very hard to give readers great stories to bury themselves in and we like to know that people are enjoying (or even hating) what we write. Not everyone will like what we write, and that’s OKAY. Because there ARE people that love what we write. People that ask us if there is going to be more. Will there be a series? When they tell us they love the scenes we ‘painted’ it makes our day. We love hearing that our readers love/hate certain characters and why.

So next time you read a book/short story/poem, make sure you let the author know what you think. If you liked it, PLEASE tell us. If you didn’t like it, don’t be rude about it. Let us know with constructive criticism or just tell us it’s not your thing and then move on to things that ARE your thing. We appreciate all the feedback as long as you aren’t being an ass about it.

Hope you all have a blessed day!

 

New pen name and story brain dump

As I’m sure you all have noticed I have changed my name on here. Being as I write different genres, I decided to have a pen name to differentiate between my kids books and the rest of my writings and after discussing with hubby and soul sisters, we came up with Cyn A. Snow. Cyn, being short for Cynthia/Cyndi, A- my middle initial, and Snow, which is my mother’s maiden name. This way I still have my actual name, it’s just a little different. Let me know what you think down in the comments!

Now. I am in a 6 month writing intensive, as I’ve discussed and during our first week which started Sunday, we have to do what’s called a Story Brain Dump. It helps us go over important things in the story to make sure we have all the components sorted and to write out anything else that pops up that we feel is important to the story.  SO far, my favorite part that I’ve done is the “What is the world like?” and I’m going to share what I’ve written for it so far and maybe will share what I add later but we’ll see as I don’t want to give away too much hehe!

And away we go! Enjoy and again, make sure you let me know what you think in the comments! I love getting suggestions or hearing other’s thoughts on what I write. Helps make my writing better. Thank you!

#StoryBrainDump #FE

“What’s the world like?”

My world is a hidden realm called Vaedrathan nestled in the northwestern part of England. It is filled with elves of different flavors, dwarves that mine the most beautiful of gemstones & build fantastic cites, orcs that rule the desert with blood and lightning, and mysterious ruins that are rumored to be overrun with the undead.

*Here is my map that I made on inkarnate.com — rough idea of Vaedrathan at the moment*

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Outline and World Building!

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142 words tonight.

Doesn’t seem like a lot to some, but being as it’s an outline to help me set up/flesh out the world of Vaedrathan as I know it right now, it is a lot. Plus, it got typed into my app on my phone, then hand-written into a notebook, then typed into Google docs.

Pretty excited as I know more about this world than my other ones, so that definitely tells me that this is THE book. Can’t wait to really dive into it when Fiction Expedition starts with the AMAZING FANTASTICAL Head Unicorn Debbie Burns !!!

#CharacterDeepDive – Lily’s Worst Fear

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Lily was in the council room looking over some papers when she heard the door open. She turned to see who it was and raised an eyebrow when she saw it was her father, mother, and the 3 of the other elders.

“Uhhh… is everything okay? What’s with the group entrance?”

Her father came to her and gathered her up out of her chair, holding her tight to him. Her mother walked over and stood close by, looking haggard and like she  had been crying. Lily looks up at her parents, her eyes widening in fear, and peered over her father’s shoulder searching for her great-grandmother.

“Is it great mother? Has something happened to her!?”

“No, Great Mother is as fine as she can be right now. My Starflower…my sweet daughter,” her father begins, his voice catching as he tries to break the news. “I am so sorry but…” he chokes, tears running down his face, “Dmi….Dmitrie has been found…..he’s been found dead.” The last word is whispered as if saying it quietly would make it not true.

Lily shoves her father off of her and stares at him. “What!? NO….nononononono..” She starts pacing in a circle, kicks her chair, and using her arms  shoves all the papers that had been on her desk off of it, a feral scream emitting from her throat. She takes her chair and throws it across the room, just barely missing the guard standing near the doors. Her father and mother both grab hold of her and hold her tight to them. Lily fights them, screaming and wailing at the loss of her best friend. She beats on her father’s chest, shouting a stream of no, until she tires herself out. Once she has quieted down to just whimpers, her father and mother carefully bring her to the floor, both holding her close, trying to comfort her as best as they can.

“How?” She whispers.

“One of my rangers found him near the border of Galna Alari and the road leading to Twilight Province.” Elder Pavaris states, his voice barely a whisper. “I am so sorry, my Queen. I don’t even understand why he would have been there.”

She takes a couple of deep breaths and looks up at the elders who, after she had been subdued, had moved closer to them in the case they were needed.

“Lord Pavaris….Lord Anafiel.”

“My Queen,” they said in unison.

“I want you to do whatever it takes and hunt down the creature that did this. And I mean whatever it takes.  You WILL bring this ….whoever/whatever it is…to me once you find them.” She gently pushes her parents away and wobbles a bit as she stands and looks at the people she trusts most in front of her.

“This will NOT go unpunished. This will NOT be like when my grandmother died. It will NOT go unsolved. We WILL turn this city upside down to find out what happened. Dmitrie…” her voice cracks as she says his name and then shakes her head and does her best to settle herself. <She is Queen after all> she thinks to herself.

Out loud she whispers, “Dmitrie did not deserve whatever was done to him. Please handle him like you would handle me and bring him to the Sacred Throne once you ….” she starts to cry again, her voice breaking as she thinks about what they will be doing over the next few days. She swallows and tries again. “Once you are done …preparing him.”

The elders all nod solemnly. “Who is attending to Lord Pettoris and his family?”

“That is why Great-Mother is not here, my Queen.” This from Khilseith, who until now had been very quiet.

Lily nods, sniffling and doing her best to try and get herself back under control. “I need you all to do what you can to find this miscreant.  Including you Lord Olastra.  I need you to help Kyrenic through this and utilize all the magic you have to deal with this situation.”

Khilseith nods. “As you wish, my Queen.”

Lily turns to everyone. “Now everyone but my parents, leave and do as I asked. And,” she pauses. her eyes a swirling mass of dark green and goldenrod, whispers, ” thank you.”

 

#CharacterDeepDive Part II — Main Character Liliana Mordov

 

Prompt #1

Lily and Dmitrie stood behind the doors waiting to be announced. Lily’s left arm, settled lightly on top of his right, trembled making the lace from her sleeve cause slight goose bumps to appear on his alabaster skin. He patted her hand and smiled at her.

“It will be okay your Majesty,” He whispered.

She turned slightly to look at him and gave him a weak smile in return. She felt like her whole body was one big tangled knot. It had been officially announced the day before that she, the Queen, had returned and a great ball was immediately planned for the next night. So here she stood with her best friend and personal assistant, about to walk into a room with all of the high society families of Galna Alari. Some of these people she hadn’t seen since she was a youngling, others she had never met.

They heard the music start in the next room and the guards started to open doors. Lily swallowed hard. It was loud enough that Dmitrie looked at her sideways and the guard standing there raised an eyebrow. She plastered a smile on her face and nodded.

As they entered the ballroom, other than the music playing, it was completely quiet. Lily looked around at everyone, smiling as she made one foot go in front of the other, her heart racing all the while. At the first smile from her, the entire place erupted into cheers. Dmitrie led her down the aisle through the throngs of aristocrats, smiling at everyone, and doing his best to keep Lily steady. Once through all the well-dressed elves, he helped her up to the dais where Great-Mother Talinia, Lady Talia, and Elder Theren Mordov stood waiting for her. Dmitrie took his place next to her. The room fell silent once more and Elder Mordov stepped forward. Using a bit of magic, his voice propelled across the room so that even those on the other side could hear him.

“Ladies and gentle-elves, I want to introduce you to your Queen, Her Majesty Queen Liliana Mordov.” The room erupts once more into cheers. He lets it go on for a moment or two then waves his hand for silence and steps back and motions for Lily to say something.

She swallows hard again and steps forward. Cold sweat drips down her back and she flexed her fingers, doing her best to not wipe her clammy hands on her stunning forest green gown. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her hazel eyes appeared damp and overly bright. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then spoke to the waiting crowd. Thankfully her father had left the magic going for as quiet as she spoke, only Dmitrie would have heard her next words.

“Um…hi. I ….umm,” she fidgets with the ring her mother had given her when she had arrived a few days before. She takes another deep breath. “Thank…umm..thank you for such a be….beautiful welcome. I….I uhhh…”She clears her throat. “I’ll try to do my best as your queen. Thank you. Enjoy the ball.”

She steps back and does her best to smile at the stunned faces in front of her.

Elder Mordov steps back up and gives everyone a big smile.

“You will have to forgive our queen. This is still an adjustment but I assure you, she will adapt and she will lead us back to the greatness and close knit city we once were!”

The elves erupt into cheers and shouts of encouragement and love to Lily were heard here and there. Theren turns to his daughter and bows. He turns around, flicks his hand and the music starts up once more. “Now everyone enjoy the ball and make this a ball we will never forget!”