It’s way early right now, like five AM early, because I didn’t sleep at all. Well, a little here and there, but not as well as I would have liked. And I can’t make coffee this morning, so somewhere along all my driving today–yep, I’m out on the road once more–I gotta find some java. And then a couple of rest stops along the way.
A question came up last night: what’s you’re current word count. Well, now that I have two of three scenes finished for Chapter Twenty-Five, it’s pretty easy to say, “I’m right here now.” That’s means a couple of screen graphics are in order. First, where am I with the Act?
And there where am I with the novel?
I’d mentioned, just off hand, that I’d hit somewhere around 280.000 words, and I was right there in the ballpark. This makes me believe that Act Two will likely end up somewhere between 150,000 and 160,000 words, or just slightly longer than Act One. And if Act Three is about the same . . .
With that in mind, what’s the madness going on in my kid’s private lab? Annie’s impressing Kerry with the thing she made for him–sort of . . .
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry wasn’t quite sure what to make of the . . . ribbon floating before him. “It’s pretty—” He gave Annie a puzzled look. “What do you call this?
“It’s called a shadow ribbon—at least that’s what the spell is called.” She waved her hand to her left and the ribbon moved to Kerry’s right, then up and over his head, to finally float back down on his left and settle back where it had started. “You can make them as big or small as you’d like, and once I know how to work this spell better, I can control more than one at the same time.” She nodded at the animated shadow. “Go ahead, touch it.”
He ran his fingers over the wavering ribbon. I shouldn’t be able to touch this, but I can. “It feels like silk.”
“Light and flexible, yet strong—just like it.” She came closer and placed her hand next to Kerry’s. “I’ve actually see people use these to suspend heavy objects from walls and ceilings.” She removed her hand and performed a quick circular motions with her outstretched index fingers. A moment later the ribbon partially wrapped itself around Kerry’s right wrist. Annie slowly waved her right hand off to one side, and the ribbon lifted Kerry’s arm away from his body. “I can use it to take you were I want you to go.” She chuckled, her eyes shinning brightly, happy that she could show off her abilities to her soul mate.
Kerry chucked as well. “It’s not like you need magic to have me go somewhere with you.”
“That’s true for now . . .” Annie waved both hand and the shadow disappeared into nothingness.
For a young lady who’s just starting out at a school for advanced students who can bend reality, she’s able to crank out the crafting. And someone is noticing . . .
“Most sorcery is fairly blunt force in its application: shadow magic requires a deft touch to craft correctly. Lovecraft said it was like the different between punching holes in walls to working with rice paper.”
“I saw how you were working with it.”
“Yes.” Annie nodded. “Light touches everywhere.”
“That was pretty obvious.” Kerry smiled broadly. “I don’t know why Lovecraft was so surprised, though: she should know by now you’re really good when it comes to this stuff.”
“Well . . .” She blushed thinking about how Professor Lovecraft had asked her a couple of times if she had actually done Shadow Ribbons before, since she was able to craft a ribbon on her third time, and it had taken her weeks to manipulate her first one.
“After all—” Kerry stepped next to her, taking Annie’s hand. “You are my Dark Witch.”
“Stop.” She brushed her fingers down his chest in mock anger.
“And now you’re the Dark Shadow Witch.” He laughed, and Annie joined him a moment later. “I don’t understand why this is sorcery, though. I would imagine Wednesday would teach this to us.”
“It’s because it can be used against people.” Annie took Kerry’s left wrist in both hands. “As light and silky as that shadow felt, I could have tightened it until . . .” She pretended to pop his hand off his arm. “It would have been easy to amputate your hand.”
“Glad you didn’t.”
“I’d never do that to you . . .”
She didn’t say about doing it to anyone else. “I know.”
Yeah, she never said anything about lopping off someone else’s hand. You know, like nosy wingmates who are asking personal questions of your soul mate . . .
But that’s for the future. Annie has something else in mind at this very moment–
Annie studied Kerry closely for almost twenty seconds. He said nothing, but she expected that: he’d grown used to watching her observe him. She though about how he’d looked when she’s created the ribbon, and how acted when she maneuvered it around his body and wrapped it around his wrist. It won’t hurt to ask . . . “Would you like to learn how to do this spell?”
Kerry’s eyes beamed. “You’d ask Lovecraft if she’d teach me?”
“No.” Annie’s eyes beamed back. “I’d teach you.”
“Wait . . .” He brows furrowed. “I thought you have a sorceress’ bargain with her so you could access the library in the Witch House?”
“I do.” Creating a bargain had been a requirement before allowing Annie into The Black Vault. “The bargain says that anything I learn in The Vault I can’t pass on to others—” She tapped Kerry on the chest. “I think that was designed to keep me from showing you everything I learned.”
He’d figure that as well after she explained the deal she’d worked out with Professor Lovecraft after she’d shocked Kerry into the hospital for the night. “What’s different now?”
“I didn’t learn this spell in The Vault.” Annie turned her eyes up towards the ceiling for a few seconds. “This isn’t the first spell I’ve learned, either—And none of them I’ve learned in The Value.” A slight, playful grin played across her face. “Lovecraft won’t let me practice any spells in The Value. She says it’s too dangerous.”
Now we reach the part of the program where Annie, after almost three months in the joint, decides it’s time to step up the game and start passing along what she knows to her significant other. Though it would seem as if the wonderful Mistress of All Things Dark left a big opening for Little Miss Dark Witch to do just that. And she’s realizing it, but . . .
It could be she wants to see if I’m going to take what I’ve learned and pass it along to him. She gazed deeply into his eyes. But this is something he should know—something I want him to know . . .
She made up her mind in an instant. “I want to teach this to you.”
Kerry chuckled and turned his gaze towards Annie’s feet. “I don’t know; I think—”
“Kerry.” He snapped his heard up and met Annie’s burning gaze. “You’re a good sorceress. Lovecraft said so, and I say so.” She ran her right hand down his arm. “It’s time you became my Dark Witch.”
No shits are given–she wants her own Dark Witch.
And we all know by now: what Annie wants, Annie gets.