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For my www.nanowrimo.org project I am writing a book called The Ternion. Here's a taster to set the scene for the month ahead: Chapter 1 "I once had a son." The god-king had a far-away look in his eyes as he began. "Nary a score of seasons passed before he would leave the weald. His journey, his path to become a creator, would last many years. His request to leave was the single proudest moment of my life." His eyes closed slowly, tightened briefly. "Twenty years... "Do you know how old I am?" It wasn't a question. "With no gasconade, I can claim a tenure spanning the lifespans of empires. I have witnessed, time and time again, the patterns of man: hubris he sows; in time, the integrity he abandons; and his harvest? A discordant wake of suffering born from the dotage of his survival-body. "Alas, so simple is it to judge. Rather, I would take their lesson and create with my people a manifest to chasten this cycle." Much, much more coming soon. |