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Cobalt Tales: A National Novel Writing Month entry

As a second-year veteran of National Novel Writing Month, my goal is to show that it’s possible to write my novel, Dark But For The Stars, in 30 days or go crazy trying. .

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Eighteen and Epilogue

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 12:45:00 +0000

Chapter eighteen A hard night had fallen on the Barrier Ridge by the time Lynette's call buzzed through on his communicator woke Jaccob from his nap. "You found them."

Chapter Seventeen

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 12:41:00 +0000

Chapter seventeen The pitted, basalt walls of the canyon threw back fantastical shadows from the Mazzal campfires. Michael and Charlotte had slept fitfully between bouts of drumming and a harmonic buzzing noise that filled the heavy air like a kettledrum and kazoo orchestra. And now with night fully fallen the shadows stirred not-too-unrealistic terrors from Charlotte's young imagination, making any further sleep impossible. "When is dad going to rescue us?"

With a day (and 802 words) to spare!

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 02:33:00 +0000

Despite everything from the weather, network issues, friends I actually WANT to spend time with, fun yet unproductive write-ins, quality television on Monday nights, getting way too sick for my own good, and a crazy fourth quarter at work, Dark But For the Stars was completed just before 10 pm last night.

Chapter Sixteen

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 12:00:00 +0000

Chapter sixteen

Chapter fifteen

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:57:00 +0000

Chapter fifteen Jaccob had scarcely fallen back asleep before he was awoken to a soft tread on the floor of his room, accompanied by a thin fall of wan light upon the wall above the chair in which he slept. He had found the gell-like material of the bed too firm for a waterbed and too soft for anything else. It was disconcerting, like sleeping on a bowl of pudding. In the end, he had curled up in a womb-like chair which, while a tad confining, wasn't going to kill his back.

Chapter Fourteen

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:53:00 +0000

Chapter fourteen The tracks before the Tatterdemalion were less than half an hour old when the broad, coppery lake came into view. On the horizon, she could see the small dots of her quarry swimming away over the calm surface of the water. She couldn't be certain which way bank would get her around the quickest, and she knew the wrong decision could spell disaster. To have been so close only to lose them again to an unforeseen geographical obstacle was frustrating, but there was nothing to be done about it but to find some way around, or, fate willing, across. The rags warned her only a split second before Silver reared, and when the Mazzal soldiers erupted from the loose gravel off to both sides of the path, she was not caught unawares. She kicked her mount in the flank before rolling to the side. Her mount did not need much encouragement, especially once the two dozen screaming warriors beset upon her with chattering rifle type weapons. The needle projectiles tore through the sp

Chapter thirteen

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:41:00 +0000

Chapter thirteen

Chapter 12

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 15:03:00 +0000

Chapter twelve

Chapter eleven

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 15:19:00 +0000

This right here is where the wall came down. I've been banging my head against that wall most of the week. And it turned out to be my favorite chapter yet.

Chapter 10

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 14:33:00 +0000

Chapter ten

Chapter 9

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 14:29:00 +0000

Chapter nine

Chapter 8

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 10:34:00 +0000

It had been less than ten minutes since Jaccob and Oztangiel's escape before Marus ordered the command group packed up and moved out. The prisoners ended up being part of that move, loaded cage and all onto the back of a broad backed lizard with eight legs. "He is not coming back for us." And while Roimonde was the only one to say it, Elizabeth felt her stomach sink as she wondered if it might be true. And even if he did come back for them, with each swaying step of the "octo-gator" as Michael had dubbed it, the chances that he would find them diminished.

Chapter seven

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 03:15:00 +0000

A heavy rain was falling in the Oregon Cascades, and Lynette Napowski paid it no mind as she maneuvered her vintage Pegasus International off the highway onto the mud road to her cabin at what a casual witness could only call a "reckless speed." Her two boxes of provisions in the back stayed put within the cargo netting in the back, and the case of Jameson's on the floor of the passenger seat made hardly a rattle as she downshifted for the hill. The new guy at the liquor store, Buddy, she thought his name was, had joked about her stocking up for the year, and it made her wonder, however briefly, if she was drinking too much. The last case she had purchased was only a month ago, and she was down to her last bottle. She wasn't some young pup anymore, her collar length hair showing more gray than blonde these days, and the blossoms on her nose which had become more apparent in the past year belying her age. Eventually, this kind of living was going to catch up with her. Then again, it re

Chapter 6

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 03:11:00 +0000

Chapter six

Chapter 5 (on a roll today!)

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 16:21:00 +0000

Chapter five