I’ve switched the working title of the current book in the Caewen series to Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl. This is a reference to a couple things in the story, and should make sense by the end of the current novel. I was planning for this to be the final book in the series….
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #28
The room that Caewen was shown to was pleasant enough. The elderly ladies fussed and gossiped amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of their guest’s discomfort. Caewen kept protesting tiredness, and eventually, she was left alone. Somewhat to her surprise, the door sported a heavy bolt of flaky black iron on the inside. Caewen slid it shut…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #27
Caewen spent the next hour or so nursing the mug of ale while making the best of the cheeses and dried fruits, honey cakes, roasted nuts and salted breads that were brought out and set upon the trestle tables. She looked around, watchful. After starting in on the ale a little too thirstily, she now…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #26
After breakfast, Caewen collected her gear, pulling on her cloak of flowers and taking up Fetch in his satchel. When she was satisfied she had everything belted and strapped on, she went back down to the common room, paid for the night, and strode out into the white suffused light of midmorning. Matty Nutch was…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #25
In the morning, Caewen dragged herself out of the warm, if slightly scratchy, bed linens with profound reluctance. She had given up counting the cockerel crows. Somewhere outside the bird had been blustering away with its little lungs for what seemed like hours. It was with a groggy, half-aware, sleep-gritty vagueness that Caewen went about…
Cover Redesigns
I’ve been playing around with cover redesigns as I get closer to being able to start uploading Old Dark Things and the new (tentatively) titled first book, These Eldritch Pathless Wilds. I’ll add both book covers into the post below in case anyone has any thoughts. Because I’m now considering using The King Who Sings…
Finished Caewen’s Story / Book 1
It’s been kind of hectic here with children home from school and my partner deep in exams. However, on Friday night I finished the last passage in the rewrite of the novella A Treasure of Bone and Promises. The original novella was about 20,000 words. The novel length rewrite is closer to 120,000. Obviously, I…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #24
Caewen took her time enjoying the hot water. It felt like an age since she was last able to get really clean. No one else seemed to want to make use of the bath house, which was fine by her. It was a very old building, possibly predating the inn itself, and constructed in the…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #23
She walked until her calves hurt. And then she walked some more. The rhythm of walking left her keenly aware of her own movement, the twinges of tendons and the flat dull ache that accompanied each stride. Her feet felt hot and sweaty and unpleasant inside their stockings. The boots were rubbing and pinching in…
Sharp are the Teeth of Pearl #22
It was getting towards evening now. The day had been bright, the clouds sun-smeared, the air crisp and cool and full of the last rays of fading autumnal half-warmth. The dark green leaves of oaks were all gone: long since blown away to form their crisp, dry flaky heaps on the ground. Only a few…