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For NaNoWriMo! 8D
I’m still working on Family Values, and I’d like to finish it by the end of NaNoWriMo this year.
The synopsis I have for Family Values right now on the NaNoWriMo website is this:
Demons live on earth. They are segregated and treated poorly, as if they were inferior. Hunting them has become a sport, capturing them, a game. The largest Hunter in the world has been killed by one of his own prisoners and one demon has been captured by the devil himself. Now, a journey into hell and back will decide the fate of the world, and possibly existence itself.
I think that’s a fairly catchy synopsis, and possibly the best blurb I’ve written for Family Values since I started writing it. lol
I have no idea if I’ll end it at the 50,000 word marker (or shortly after that…I don’t want to cut it off mid-sentence, y’know). I want to do multiple books, but I don’t know if I want to finish this one with everything being happy-go-lucky at the end, or semi-happy-go-lucky with something dark on the horizon, or even possibly just as everyone is heading off to battle, or something. I don’t know.
Anyway, HAVE AN EXCERPT! 8D
Jack smiled again and said, “Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? What does Treachery have to lose if the ultimate act of treachery is committed?” He dropped his smile and a seething scowl replaced it. “I lose what is rightfully mine! The realm of treachery is rightfully mine, because I am Treachery itself! The task with which the gods themselves charged me at the beginning of time is the exact opposite of Pandora’s jar. While the jar unleashed anger, hatred, disease, what have you, the last remainder inside the jar was hope. My task is to grant hope, happiness and success. When the person is finally where they want to be…I destroy everything in one fell swoop.”
Frўdæ looked between his father and the monstrous creature, confused.
“What kind of god would charge anyone or…anything, as the case seems to be, with such an act?”
“Why, yours, of course!” He stood up and started pacing around the living room. “The gods deemed that for every action, there needs to be an equal, but opposite reaction, something Newton discovered, but applied to physics. Even though he was correct in his application, he didn’t know that the same law applies to everything, including spirituality, gods, and literally everything else. Thus, my friends, the moment Pandora allowed her curiosity to get the better of her, I was born.” He stopped pacing and faced the two of them with his hands spread wide and his wicked grin playing across his face again. His smile faltered and he began to slowly pace again. “Unfortunately, my one and only rule is that I cannot lie to the subjects whom I choose to help. In your case, this is actually very fortunate, because this means that when I tell you that I have no intention whatsoever to destroy your hopes and dreams of returning your loved one home…I am telling that absolute truth.”
Frўdæ raised his hand to stop him. “Wait a minute…if you were charged to destroy the hope and all that once it’s been built, how can you tell us that you won’t do it to us, too?”
Arodin stopped pacing again and said, “I can assure you, because I choose who I help. I choose what happens to them. There has been only one other person who I did not destroy afterward, and there were no consequences. If I say that I will not demolish your task once finished, I mean it with all sincerity.”
He walked over the Frўdæ and Kazbyron and placed a hand on each ones shoulder. “I must warn you, my friends,” he said gently, “Time is strange between Hell and earth. Yes, Frўdæ, I left that message in place of your cigarettes, which I have in my bag, if you want them back. By time is strange, I mean that while it has been little over a month since Lukiber has been gone, years may have passed for him. If the nine lords have done as they planned, he will not be the same person you remember him being. From the moment he left with Léviatān, he became someone…something completely different than you remember. You will have to remind him of who he is which I can assure you will feel next to impossible when you try to do so.”
I’m also looking for proof-readers, so if this excerpt interests you and you can give a decent critique, please don’t hesitate to contact me!