These brothers live in a hack n slash, sword and sorcery kind of world. Despite being born years apart, their mother insisted that they were twins from the same father, and they bought it. They bungle their way through adventures with lots of humor.
“Wish we had a Wizard,” Madrighan said, tossing the cleaned chicken bones into the bushes.
“Got a Mage,” Malachi reminded him.
“Mage ain’t a Wizard,” Madrighan said. Turning, he nodded to the Mage. “No offense.”
“None taken,” she hissed.
“Remember the Wizard that helped with that Giant?” Madrighan asked.
Malachi snorted. “That- He- Look, brother, we did all the heavy lifting on that job! The Wizard was barely involved. Less than barely. He lent us a hand, at best. A finger. Part of a nail.”
Madrighan shook his head. “He had that shiny bit with the-“ he made a gesture with two fingers, as if something were shooting out of his eyes. Malachi frowned. He had to admit, that had been helpful. Nothing like shoots of light coming from your eyes to ruin a Giant’s day. Plus, everything they touched caught fire, which was just so very handy.
“Still,” he said aloud. “Who tripped the Giant? Who tied him up? Who kicked him in the jumblies for crushing my horse?” He loved that horse. Hardly needed breaking in at all. His current horse made a sound and looked at him. “Demons don’t crush horses, stop worrying,” he said to comfort the beast. He added a quick pat on the neck to emphasize the point. The horse shook its head but looked back at the road.
“No, they don’t,” Madrighan agreed. “But they do like to hang people up by their toes and strip the skin from their flesh and eat it. Kinda like skinning a tater except they don’t cook ya, they just eat ya. This is going to be so much fun!”
The first couple of stories I wrote about them are pretty rough, but this weekend, I found myself really getting into a quick tale about them. In it, they start out in the dungeons of a local King who offers them their freedom if they join a band of mercenaries being sent to the clear some Demons out of the ruins of an ancient castle.
Before I knew it, I had 3800 words down. I’m shooting for 5000.
Prior to that, I’ve been working on a super-secret novel project, and a rewrite of the original Cord Cahill story – Cahill’s Homecoming. In the case of Cord Cahill, I want to tighten the story up. Still don’t know what I’ll do with it once it’s done (people tell me there’s no cowboys in space market).
No word yet on the agent/manuscript read, but I wasn’t expecting any yet. Will keep you updated on progress.
Several times this year, I’ve tried to start a journal. Just something where I write about the day’s events, vent a little – who knows? Anyway, I start and stop. I think that if I had more time I could manage it, but right now, if I’m going to write, it’s going to be on one of my fiction projects, not a journal.
Know what I mean?