You may have noticed something interesting yesterday–or not, it really depends. Yesterday I created four posts: two for my mermaid story and two that were recaps for shows I’m following. Not one of them had anything to do with my current novel, and if my memory serves me right, this is the first time, while writing one of my novels in The Foundation/Salem Series that I’ve gone a full weekend without an excerpt. Whole lotta posting going on, but not one had anything to do with my novel.
How much did I write yesterday? 5,321 words. I have not written that much in one day since NaNoWriMo 2012, of that I’m sure. But yeah: it’s been almost five years since I had a five thousand word day.
That’s not all. On Friday I finished Chapter Twelve with nearly a thousand words that brought that scene to 5,700 hundred words, making it one of the biggest scenes in the novel, and I laid out Chapter Thirteen.
This is the last chapter before we get into the three that have to do with Samhain Race and Dance 2013 and this is gonna be a good one. And I’m starting this tonight, so you should get the first excerpt from this next week–
–’cause I’m still in the middle of The Phoenix grilling my kids long and hard. And it’s about to get harder for one of them…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Am I?” The Phoenix move close enough to Annie that they could touch each other. “You’ve indicated that your parents had quite a few books on sorcery around the house. And Professor Lovecraft has mentioned that both your parents were good sorcery students.” Her eyes narrowed into a squint. “If they were so good at sorcery, why didn’t either of them go on to become sorceress?”
Annie’s jaw tightened as her stare intensified. The Phoenix didn’t give her a chance to answer, however; she turned to Kerry instead. “You know what Annie’s mother told her when she was about seven years old? She said Victor and her stepped away from sorcery. She said they did so because they were uncertain about how to deal with the responsibility that comes with being a sorceress.”
She turned back to a fuming Annie. “Of course, your seven-year-old self took that to mean they were scared of the power inherent in sorcery—didn’t you?” The right side of The Phoenix’s mouth curled upward into a smirk. “And later, when your mother told you about being a Protector, well, she pretty much threw a gauntlet at your feet, didn’t she?”
Kerry had never heard much about Annie’s mother wanting to become a Protector: beyond mentioning the fact, Annie never spoke of the matter. He felt, however, that The Phoenix was doing her best to force a conversation from her. “What does she mean?”
Annie looked down as she drew a deep breath. She exhaled slowly as she turned toward her soul mate. “After a couple of years of pharmaceutical research my mother considered becoming a Protector. She knew she wouldn’t need much training as she already had a great grasp of sorcery and hand-to-hand fighting—though sorcery isn’t all that important in terms of becoming a Protector.”
“So what kept her from becoming a Protector?”
Annie cast her gaze downward. “Me.”
Does Annie feel guilty that she was conceived and that keep her mother at home? It may seem that way, but don’t go on first impressions–
Kerry took a step towards her, noticing all the changes occurring in her aura. “What do you mean?”
She looked up. “It wasn’t long after she took the test she discovered she was pregnant with me. She decided then that rather go through the training, she’d have a lab built near the house and continue with pharmaceutical research.” She gave a soft snort. “With the lab next to the house, she never had to worry about taking care of me: I was right there at work with, all the time.”
Kerry took both of their hands in his. “That one of the reasons why you wanted to become a Guardian? Because your mother didn’t become a Protector?”
Annie nodded. “It’s one.” She glanced over Kerry shoulder. “I’m certain I’m going to hear about others.”
The Phoenix touched herself lightly over where a human heart should be. “Me? Tell you more about why you did things you did? I’m merely pointing out that the failure of either of your parents to become Guardians, to embrace that sorcery they both knew, was one of the reasons why you did want to become a Guardian. This also falls towards that need you have for acknowledgment, so you could have your parents look at you and say, ‘Oh, Annie, we’re so proud of you’.” She stepped closer to them both positioned herself so she was nearly touching Kerry’s right arm as she stared at Annie. “But it’s not so much your mother driving you towards that decision as much as the other half of your family…”
Annie release Kerry’s hands and turned to face The Phoenix. When she spoke the stress in her voice was evident. “What about my father?”
Oh, yeah, what about Daddy?
Let’s just say we’re about to find out what sort of issue Annie has there…