Yay! An update, finally!

<center>A Series of Firsts

The First Untitled</center>

It has been a very long night spent pacing the same worn path of flooring in my study. A large map of the Caribbean and Florida lie across the expanse of my desk dotted with points of interest and activity. I stop and stare down at it, tracing the paths of British and Spanish naval ships.

For the past 8 months I have been asked to monitor the activity of the Spanish around the Florida coast. King George has been eyeing the area for quite some time I have been told, and he is determined to seize it from our friends of the Iberian Peninsula to add to the wealth of the British Empire. In Mad George’s mind it is an opportunity for expansion. In the English peoples’ mind it is an opportunity for disaster.

Follow the cut to the rest of The First Untitled (:P): “I’m much too young to be a widow, James.”

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! No nononononono! You can't do that too us Lar!

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going on a journey through my old claims

Sorry for the rather long hiatus, everyone. [If anyone's still reading this thing that is. ] I got caught up in NaNoWrimo and haven't had a second since to write anything. I'm hoping to have something up by the end of the Christmas holidays, so be on the look out. Basically, I just wanted to let everyone know that this thing is still alive.

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Even In Darkness [Updating]

Aww, thanks, Enno! Seems like my plans to have something up by the end of the holidays didn't exactly work out. I haven't even started writing yet!

Finally, an update. I hope you haven't all forgotten where we left off. Please read the author's note on the FF.net page.

<center>A Series of Firsts

The First Steps</center>

Who knew that darkness could be a colour. Yet it is the only colour I see before my eyes right now. It is dark chocolate or perhaps an ink stain spreading across my vision. Time in this conscious gloom is nonexistent. How long have I been in this state? Weeks? Months? Years? A river of thoughts and memories flows through the vast emptiness of my mind, and many times a face rises like the sun in the night of my confusion. I know that face. Her name lies heavy upon my tongue, which feels disconnected from the rest of me. Just as that name is born upon my lips it dies, and I plummet back into the oblivion of forgetfulness.

"There is a white sheet. The silhouette of a dead corpse. Death himself hovering silently nearby, a grim expression set on his face. "

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrryyyyyyyy!

[Ahem]


I like the new writing style, but I got confused a few times about the sudden scene-shifts. In cases like that, it might be better to add some meaningless filler so that it's not so....sudden. It gives the tiny scenes a bit more reading time and makes the transitions a bit easier.

I loooooooved the beginning, with the 'Who knew light/darkness was a color?' It almost makes me want to go paint something[which is a really, really good thing!]

Great job, sweety. ^_^

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee a new one! Lovely, Lar dear. I'm really just drinking these stories up. We need more Norribeth in the world.

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Larael, your set is to die for!! And the update is incredible! You are slowly pulling me more and more towards Norribeth. Of course, I shan't give up Sparrabeth, but Norribeth just might become a new ship of mine.

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i'm back for a little! i'll see how this visit goes.

Whoa. *ish overwhelmed by Bug the Chameleon*

Thanks for the reviews, both of you.

@ Ammy: Ya know, I really was iffy about the sharp transitions between scenes. To be honest, I just wasn't sure what sort of filler I could pull off. I suppose I just meant for people to assume that Nory was sleeping through most of it. Anyway, I value your input and advice, and I shall put it to good use as I continue this series.

@ Cam: Aww, thanks. The set is all Aliana's doing. She's amazing. Muahaha! If I'm any good, you will fall in love with Norribeth by the end.

[Bug shall rule the world....wide web!]

No problem, hon. I re-read it and the second time through the transitions were a bit better, but still kinda sudden. For filler, it might be easiest to just ramble on about his surroundings, describe the setting. Daytime, nighttime, the ground, the sky/cieling. I figure you don't want to give TOO much away, so add some delirium to it; make things a little bit off, in his head, to make the reader curious. =)

You know I'm writing down all the ideas and advice you're sharing? It's downright helpful of you, it is. I'm almost tempted to rewrite the entire thing for myself once I've finished. I would like to make it less vignette-ish and more story-ish. If that makes any sense.

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

Thanks, lovey! I'm really glad you're enjoying the new intensity. I've been working hard at it.

Just want to say that this is my favourite vignette EVER. Seriously, I have no complaints about this one, and if you don't mind me saying so, I think it's my best written.

<center>A Series of Firsts

The First Ball</center>

“Hopefully this is the last time we’ll have to do this,” Elizabeth says, as I slip my shirt from over my head and place it next to me on the bed. I rub my bloodshot eyes and glance up at her slight figure looming next to me.

“It hasn’t been pleasant for me either, you know,” I let slip through gritted teeth. Leaning forward Elizabeth reaches around me to find the seam of the bandage wrapped about my chest.

“Did I say it was pleasant for any of us?” she asks, pulling hard at the knot till it gives under her now experienced hands. She unwinds the bandage and gives a sigh of relief as it peels away from my skin. There is no blood today, and I hear her whisper a prayer of thanks, her eyes cast momentarily upward. “This is the last day you’ll have to wear these bandages,” she says as she sets to work unwinding the starched white rolls of cloth that she has painstakingly, over the past few weeks, cut and boiled every day for me.

"Thus we are trapped in the vicious social circle, a wheel forever turning, lowering and raising up its inhabitants with each cycle."

Aw, fantastic, dear! I definitely agree on this being your best so far.

The description on the dress was awesome, even if James doesn't actually know the names of things[I was almost afraid you wouldn't include the description, I lurve me some period dresses] and, sappy as it was, the ending fit really well. I'm uberly excited to see the next installment.