Im writing a novel!
PostPosted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:25 am
Hello! I'm currently writing a novel, it does in fact have a lot of Christian undertones...it's a story about a monk, a policewoman, a nobleman and his brother. Its basically a romance/adventure, actually I dont really know what the category is.
If anyone has any hints about getting published and such, OR is writing/illustrating too, please do post here!
Anyway, here's an excerpt from the next novel, the "Summer" novel, Lineage Of The Angel, which is the fourth book in the "series", only I have completed just one story do far which took me over 3 years and did, I believe, have some support from the church, such as interest from the Jesuit community.
"The rough man wiped his face. He was about to wrap up the weapon and cast it aside, when something landed silently behind him.
A gust of wind swept against his back and the rough man was enveloped in a cloud of feathers. He beat left and right with his club while soft plumes forced their way into his eyes and the back of his throat, engulfing him in a pitch-black cloud.
An invisible voice whispered and there was a blue flash and the club shot into the alley like a star. The rough man crashed up against a nearby wall with incredible force, chin cracking under the impact. Blood began to seep out of his mouth.
"Who's that?" rasped the man, struggling despite his injuries, and grabbed his fearsome captor by the collar.
Benedict Lionhart's skull-like cheeks flashed up under a cascade of shining black hair, his eyes gleaming like coals. Benedict looked a little older, for his brow and cheeks were furrowed, but age had only enhanced the majesty of his fine face. His narrow eyes burrowed into the rough man, lips set into a thin line.
"Thief. Murderer," Benedict growled."
If anyone has any hints about getting published and such, OR is writing/illustrating too, please do post here!
Anyway, here's an excerpt from the next novel, the "Summer" novel, Lineage Of The Angel, which is the fourth book in the "series", only I have completed just one story do far which took me over 3 years and did, I believe, have some support from the church, such as interest from the Jesuit community.
"The rough man wiped his face. He was about to wrap up the weapon and cast it aside, when something landed silently behind him.
A gust of wind swept against his back and the rough man was enveloped in a cloud of feathers. He beat left and right with his club while soft plumes forced their way into his eyes and the back of his throat, engulfing him in a pitch-black cloud.
An invisible voice whispered and there was a blue flash and the club shot into the alley like a star. The rough man crashed up against a nearby wall with incredible force, chin cracking under the impact. Blood began to seep out of his mouth.
"Who's that?" rasped the man, struggling despite his injuries, and grabbed his fearsome captor by the collar.
Benedict Lionhart's skull-like cheeks flashed up under a cascade of shining black hair, his eyes gleaming like coals. Benedict looked a little older, for his brow and cheeks were furrowed, but age had only enhanced the majesty of his fine face. His narrow eyes burrowed into the rough man, lips set into a thin line.
"Thief. Murderer," Benedict growled."