Chapter 1
A Song of Death
The sword sung the song of A Thousand Deaths. Aelyth rejoiced in the beauty of that song. To her it was as if she were conducting a brilliant symphony, each note as masterful as it was violent. Surrounded by her sisters, each a skilled warrior, honed to a razor sharp edge much like the weapons they carried; Aelyth marveled at the sight. But what truly inspired her, what pushed her forward in to the thickest of the fighting was the sound. Two hundred Daug. . .
Chapter 1
A Song of Death
The sword sung the song of A Thousand Deaths. Aelyth rejoiced in the beauty of that song. To her it was as if she were conducting a brilliant symphony, each note as masterful as it was violent. Surrounded by her sisters, each a skilled warrior, honed to a razor sharp edge much like the weapons they carried; Aelyth marveled at the sight. But what truly inspired her, what pushed her forward in to the thickest of the fighting was the sound. Two hundred Daug. . .
Hey, everyone!
It’s been a crazy couple of days at my college, and the heat is relentless as always in my state at this time of year. There was so much I didn’t take into account when I moved into my dorm house and got my classes settled. I never properly prepared for the amount of time I would be away from my home daily, and usually, I’ll be gone from the morning to the evening, and even then, I will most likely go out for a bit to get some free food somewhere, attend an event, or workout. As much as I love writing and such, I believe going through with my current campaigns with the load that’s starting to settle in, I’ll get crushed by the responsibility. I hope you all who have ordered and thought about doing it in the future can understand my position, ’cause my current attention span is solely on my studies and finding a suitable job. Still, that doesn’t mean Detective Diaries will just die. Just going back to the draft phase, but hiatus mode, and probably every now and then I’ll do the video update thing I would do on Wednesdays to speak about the long path of the project. It isn’t easy getting published, which I’m sure you all know from being here, and it’s definitely not easy getting orders--marketing yourself comes into play and when I originally stumbled upon Inkshares, I believed many naive things swarming inside my head that it wouldn’t be a hard road, but in truth, it is hard. So, I’ll step away from this campaign stuff and focus on my important priorities rather than fighting an uphill battle at the moment with these orders. I don’t know when I’ll be able to continue this again, for it may take a semester, or my whole freshman year before I feel comfortable again. Scarlet will get the same treatment as Detective Diaries, so on both sides, there will be nothing new. However, don’t believe I won’t be writing still on the side and such, it’s just that I don’t have the confidence to juggle everything because I don’t want to fail. While the project is in a hiatus state, I will be having writing classes and there’s a possibility that I can work for the radio station on campus--they need writers, and that’s just another way for me to learn new things from actual professionals. Thanks for reading like always. :)
Until next time,
-A.J.III.
Floating to the ceiling of Mia’s bedroom, its dangling belly swollen after a feast of rage and fear, the Gossip enjoyed a dessert of contempt and defiance. Through bulging, yellow eyes the creature watched Mia uncurl from the ball she habitually formed whenever her mother’s fists began flying. The girl turned her ear to the door she was forbidden to shut and stilled her ragged breathing, listening for her mother’s movements in the tiny flat.
The Gossip had been bound to Mia since the gi. . .
