Alright, so at long last, I'm writing again.
What this means for you is that the final book of The Caradoc Chronicles is underway.
I know . . . I can hardly believe it myself.
Truthfully, I wish it wasn't.
I've loved this story and the characters so much,
that I just don't want to see it end.
Which means my brain is thinking up new things and you'll probably see more of them in the future.
However, the point of this post is to say that yes, I hope to deliver Born of Cedar and Sapphire as planned in October 2015.
So, to get us started, I'm sharing the first, tentative, paragraph of chapter one.
"Thunder growls deafeningly overhead. It is a sound I relish as it seems to move through me, charging, multiplying, and resonating, just before it breaks into a dissolute remembrance that leaves nothing more of itself behind. Within an instant the present has just joined the trifles of the past. A memory. A memory not unlike so many others. A moment of faded time that’s immediately been transposed into a sort living thing in itself. The very same run rampant within me. One can touch them, revel in past-felt sensations and thoughts, re-live with stark clarity a specific moment . . . but never again will any of it ever bring back what once was. Memories are as good as a death sentence, and in some ways they already are."
Copyright 2015 Marie McKean