Monday, October 12, 2015

Writing Announcement + Snippets

The big news this month is that I have finally started work on a rough first draft of the novel affectionately known as The Tome. And, because lots of you are awfully good guessers, and because I'm having such a thrilling time writing the thing, I'm going to tell you a bit about it.

The working title of this story is (drumroll)...


which I refer to in capslock because that's what it seems to demand. I can't say how long it'll be, except that 250,000 words is a conservative estimate and the first draft will probably squish even that. I also can't say when you can expect a release date announcement, but I know it won't be within two years. I can't even guarantee that the title will remain the same, or that it'll eventually see the light of day between the covers of one volume. We'll see. Early days.

However, here's what I can tell you: It's about the Crusader States, specifically from a pullanus (Frankish settler) viewpoint. Like most of my work, it's a historical fantasy. It's requiring a huge amount of research. And you pronounce the title OO-truh-mare, to rhyme with Rupert de la Mare.

Also, I'll be participating in NaNoWriMo this year, since they're going my way--I'm hoping to get about 50,000 words per month done, DV. Are you doing NaNo this year? Come over and say hi!

In fairytale novella news, I'll also be doing final edits on The Bells of Paradise this month, and after that I might take a gander at Never Send To Know. It still only exists in rough first draft form, and I thought it was terribly carelessly written while I was writing it, but a couple of weeks back I gave it a re-read and was pretty encouraged.

Hey! I haven't done any snippets for an age. Let's have some!


 “It is an odd means you have chosen to prove your love for me.”  
The Bells of Paradise

Thump. Something hit the ground behind him. Lukas turned and drew the knife at his belt in one quick motion. Behind him, Marta’s face froze in open-mouthed surprise...Behind her...
Behind her, a thing that was both something and nothing. A ripple in the surface of the light. A scent that made him sneeze, a scent like morning, winter, and yesterday.
“Run!” his father shouted. “Run! run...

“Can you spare me a cigarette?” I asked. My purse was backstage, and I needed some kind of stage-business to occupy my hands while he came out of his trance and gathered his wits.
Never Send to Know

The thing that was not Janet stood over him with a thin ecstatic smile like that of a saint in a glass window. “Yes. Beg. Put your mouth in the dust. Tell me you will do anything for me.”
The Bells of Paradise

Someone yelled something. Saint-Gilles reined his horse in a tight circle to survey his surroundings with his good eye. One of their escort shot the butt of his spear into the crowd and knocked someone sprawling. Saint-Gilles glared at the others—fifty-six years of war and justice and he could fit a good deal of ire into one eye—and was pleased to see them shrink back.
“What was that?” he asked the bishop.
“My Greek is vile,” said Adhemar with a wry grin, “but I think someone called us barbarians.”

Only the flash of a glimpse, and she was gone, melting into the shifting crowd. But in that glimpse, John was sure he had seen Janet. He called out her name and elbowed after her. There was the blue velvet ahead of him again, her back turned, a dark veil clouding her hair. He cried “Janet” again and turned her by the shoulder.
Someone gave a cry of protest. There was the mutter of steel sliding out of leather and the light glinted off a long slim blade as the point flickered to his breast. John spared no glance for it; he stared into the woman’s face and his heart sank. She was a beauty—one of the few in that room unmarred, save for the fay-woman harshness in her eyes. But she was not Janet. Her hair was red, not ash-blonde, and with sudden terror he saw long thin jewel-points crowning the border of her hood.
He had found the Queen of Faerie.
The Bells of Paradise

“You must think I am a merchant,” Saint-Gilles bellowed.

“Chin up, glamour boy!”
Never Send to Know

He struck me in a low tackle, wrapping his arms around my hips. We ploughed into the ground and I felt the hem of my much-abused dress give way with a low grinding shriek. 
Never Send to Know

Back and forth they went, the sun gleaming off their mail shirts like the scales of a snake. 

Evrard grimaced. “Believe me, when I came to suffer for the love of Christ in this broiling country, I did count on getting the bloody flux. Didn’t count on being roasted alive in my armour, though.”
“This man complains too much,” Lukas said in Latin, to Bertrand. “I do not think he will live long in Palestine.”

John looked up past the trees for the first time since he had come to Faerie. To his surprise the sky was not midnight-dark, but glowed with the deep blue of late dusk. All the stars shone with a steady golden light, as if here they were a little nearer to the earth, or a little younger than the sky. The arch of heaven itself seemed made of a substance something like still deep water, something like flawless glass, and something like a polished blue jewel.
He could have stared into it forever.
Sir Thomas jabbed him in the side with a pointed steel toe. “Climb out of heaven, friend,” he called. “You are wandering into my path.”
The Bells of Paradise

“I am surrounded by children,” he bit.

Alexius leaped to his feet. “For the love of God,” he hissed, and then somehow, Lukas did not see how, Tancred lost his footing and his grip on the Greek noble in the same instant, and crashed to the floor at the emperor’s feet.

"But then I met—really met you—and I’d spoken to so many people about you; I thought I knew you!”
“And found you didn’t?”
“In truth, I find report a very liar.”
Never Send to Know 


Lady Bibliophile said...

SNIPPETS!!! I adore snippets. Yours are wonderfully crafted and it sounds like Outremer is off to a great start. Never Send to Know also sounds like wonderful fun.

And hooray for NaNo!

PS. (I have no objection to snippets over Google chat...*hint*)

Elisabeth Grace Foley said...

Snippets! Hooray! I'm so excited about all of these, perhaps Never Send to Know most particularly.

I wish I could join you all for NaNoWriMo, but I'm going to be editing for a while at least, so I'll just have to cheer you on from the sidelines. :) Maybe some of us can get together for a Camp NaNo next April.

Christina Baehr said...

Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy

Unknown said...

I'm excited to hear the news about Outremer. And 250K words? Mazel tov; I am very much impressed. Writing even a fifth of that is a challenge for me. :)

Anonymous said...

Outremer sounds daunting to write (250k? 50,000 per month) and thoroughly fascinating. I enjoyed the tiny glimpses you have us in this post, particularly:

"Someone yelled something. Saint-Gilles reined his horse in a tight circle to survey his surroundings with his good eye. One of their escort shot the butt of his spear into the crowd and knocked someone sprawling. Saint-Gilles glared at the others—fifty-six years of war and justice and he could fit a good deal of ire into one eye—and was pleased to see them shrink back.
“What was that?” he asked the bishop.
“My Greek is vile,” said Adhemar with a wry grin, “but I think someone called us barbarians.”

I'm thrilled about The Bells of Paradise -- love me some faeries! What fairytale is it re-telling? My favorite snippet from it has to be the fourth one. Such rich imagery! I love the "decadent-cake" feel of your writing. ^_^

Never Send To Know looks delightful!

Suzannah said...

Wow! So much excitement makes me so thrilled :)

Schuyler, I'll have to see what I can do about snippets over Google chat. I feel like I've already used up all the good quotes in this rough messy first draft so far!

Elisabeth, having to edit during NaNo is the story of my life. Enjoy! And I'm excited to get back to work on Never Send To Know whenever I get the chance--I don't know if I'll accomplish what I'm aiming for but I think it'll be good fun.

Christina: :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Hannah, thanks for your enthusiasm! Everyone's excitement really gives me a kick. I've actually found that the more writing I do, the more writing I'm able to do; it's a bit like working out muscles.

Annie, so glad you're enjoying the snippets! THE BELLS OF PARADISE retells a dear favourite of mine, Jorinda and Joringel. But it also borrows very heavily from Tam Lin and THE FAERIE QUEENE. You're right about the decadent-cake tone :D. BELLS and RAKSHASA dwell pretty high up the rich end of that scale. But sometimes I do dial it down a bit--THE PRINCE OF FISHES, for example, is less frilly (and was a bit of a relief to write!!!).

Jamie W. said...


This is deeply exciting.

(Is the Jennifer Freitag reference a hint as to the extensiveness and epicness of this plot? Because if so, well done.)

Suzannah said...

Jamie, I certainly mean it to be extensive and epic--that's for sure!

Arielle Melody Bailey said...

Hi Suzannah,
I recently read The Rakshasa's Bride and loved it. I have Pendragon's Heir and am looking forward to reading it.

This novel idea sounds fantastic! Historical fantasy is my favorite genre also and for several years the Crusades were one of my fascinations.

Suzannah said...

Hi Melody! I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing and hope to supply you with many more good reads in the future :). By the way, I hate doing this, but Amazon reviews are next thing to bread and butter for authors. Would you consider popping over to the RAKSHASA'S BRIDE Amazon page and leaving even a very short review? Thank you!

I'm absolutely loving OUTREMER--I can't believe how much fun this history is!


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