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Weekend Writing Warriors: THE BLACK TOWER

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Continuing on with excerpts from THE BLACK TOWER… (SPOILER ALERT for those who haven’t read the first two books)

In CITY OF SCARS and PATH OF BONES, fallen Dawn Knight Azander Dane pursues Ijanna across Malzaria, first as a bounty hunter and then as a would-be-protector.  At the end of Book 2 he finally finds her as a) he realizes he’s visited a terrible wrong on her in the past, and b) they both fall through a magical portal and into Chul Gaerog, the Black Tower, once citadel-fortress of the Blood Queen.  Once they get there, things go from bad to worse for our intrepid hero…

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Dark alcoves hung to either side of the throne, but as Dane watched the shadows themselves twisted and peeled away. They were creatures: tall humanoids without features, bulky and bladed silhouettes possessing multiple arms and talons, ice-white eyes like gelid stars and maws of razor teeth. Their bodies were pitch black, darkness made animate…and there were hundreds of them.

Dane realized with horror that the creatures weren’t of the shadows but were the shadows, that they indeed made up the substance of that gigantic chamber, a horde of umbra humanoids that scrambled over each other as they climbed the walls and piled themselves high like animals in a pit, pushing and clawing their way closer to the balcony. Waves of bitter cold emanated from their dark and insubstantial flesh, and Dane watched as his own breath frosted in the air.

But even with as terrifying as those presences were, it was the sight of Ijanna on the throne that chilled his heart. Her red Alajji eyes glowed like crimson coals in the darkness and cast a bloody shine about her face, her hair was slicked and bound back with bone and iron clasps, and she wore leather and plate armor enameled black as night, with crimson gauntlets and greaves and a pure white sash tied about her waist. Her face was ashen pale, her countenance grim, and if there had ever been any emotion on her face it had since been wiped clean.

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8 Comments

  1. Danielle @ Consuming Worlds

    Whoa! That’s some pretty heavy stuff. I am definitely glad I didn’t read that in the dark. You really know how to create an image. Especially a dark image.

    Hats off to you! Can’t wait to find out how this all comes to be.

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  2. Teresa Cypher

    Dang! That’s good! This is perfect: “Her face was ashen pale, her countenance grim,…” Wowza… 🙂

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  3. Botanist

    Very scary situation!

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  4. veronicascott

    Your descriptions always leave me in awe. I loved the details about the bone and iron clasps in her hair….this is truly a gripping excerpt. Just terrific stuff!

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  5. daezarkian

    Thanks everybody, I appreciate it!

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  6. elainecsc2013

    Talk about atmosphere! Your descriptions are stunning but scary too.

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  7. burnsmillie

    Ah Steven, Ijanna scares the crap out of me! Fricking Yikes! Loved it!

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