Just a quick post to post up the beginning of The Diaries of James Purcell Book #02 Æther Shadow.
Book #02 does not continue directly from Book#01 The End as several years and bad events that have been glossed over have passed between the two. One of these (Dragon Hunt which is part of the kindle only version) has been rewritten and will be published as Dragon World Book#00 Exiles.
The Diaries Of James Purcell
Book#02 Æther Shadow
Copyright 2012 James Purcell, All rights reserved.
The multicoloured lightning storm raged around the castle and mirrored the passengers anger as he stepped out of the carriage. There was no rain coming from the clouds as the storm was the result of wild magic that was slowly destroying the world of Albion. HighlordNorlanBracegirdle stormed across the courtyard into the entrance of his castle causing guards, soldiers and servants to scatter out of his way. He had just returned from Camelot after having been summoned to account for the loss of two prototype ships that had cost the equivalent of seven ironclad battleships and now the partners who had invested were calling in their loans. He stormed up his tower and entered his chambers dropping his cloak on the floor. How dare they treat him like this, he knew too well how much was at stake, but if it wasn’t for his designs then the ships would not have existed in the first place. He walked over to the large table that was covered in diagrams and glowing glass spheres. In the middle of the table laid the plans for the two ships he had now lost. His hand reached out and picked up the glass sphere that was wrapped in satin and looked at the pulsing glow inside. The sphere hadn’t existed when the first ship had been converted and stranded in the other world, but they had come out of the development of the second ship and now the second ship had been missing for three years. He needed to get the first back and install the new devices that would allow it to cross back across the Vail and arrive back in Albion
Queen Victoria Pendragon had been there and was most defiantly not amused over the constant delays in the planned invasion of the other world. “Why had she been there?” he thought to himself, these things were normally below her, “I sometimes wish that stupid fool Guy Fawkes had succeeded in blowing up parliament. The Highlords would still be in control of this country and not answering to a bunch of old bureaucrats who spent all their time arguing over petty things and never getting anything done!”
“Sir?” Norlan’s guard and assistant asked.
“Where is she is she back yet?” Norlan roared.
“Where is who sir?
“You damn well know who I mean!”
“Oh Lady Alison DuBlade.”
“Yes her!” Norlan shouted back.
“She just got back a few moments before we did sir, according to the stable master.”
“Summon her at once.”
The guard walked over to the door, opened it and shouted down the tower. A few minutes later, the crystal on Norlan’s desk glowed and a ghostly female voice emanated from it.
“My Lord, you summoned me?”
“Tell me you have good news, Alison.”
“My lord?” The voice had an ethereal flow to it which was a side-effect of the crystals. “The mission was a success.”
“Have you killed the target?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And were the traitors as the information suggested?”
“Yes sir, but … “
“He wasn’t working on his own, he was working for one of the other lords.”
“Did you find out who?”
“No sir, he took that knowledge to the grave with him.”
“Very well, I have another mission for you. You have twenty four hours to recover, then I want you in my office.”
“Yes sir.” her voice responded before the crystal stopped glowing.
“Fools, this country is run by nothing but fools!” Norlan muttered to himself as he started pacing around his study stopping to look at the piles of correspondence that had gathered on his desk.
And as aways, if you haven’t picked up Book #01The End it is still available on amazon including a few exclusive extra’s
I can not say if the writing stage of Book #02 Æther Shadow is now finished, but I have now moved on to the Editing and Formatting stage of the book. It may not be all tied up and clean, but until I pass this stage I can not hand it out to the beta readers to check.
The above image shows the layout I am using in scrivner to organise my book and shows how much I have been slacking over it. I have finished the bulk work on the first interactive fiction game and that also need to be cleaned up, but so far the feedback has been positive (still cannot get it to work on non fire kindle devices)
Dragon Hunt has stalled due to being lazy and I am yet to build a website.
I still have a lot of work to get everything ready by All Hallows Eve (release date) and I have my fingers crossed that it will all be ready.
So goodbye for now and see you in port next time Airship captains.
I jest, but I have finally managed to get the iBooks version of “The End” compiled an uploaded.
So whats the problem?
I fear that the conversion has not gone down properly. I used the same source that was compiled in scrivner for the Kindle version, but I am nervous that the conversion to epub went wrong.
Again, what the problem?
I can’t see what the book looks like until it’s live because there is no preview. I have to trust that the finale version will look like the epub when it goes live!
Now that’s out the way time for a bigger update.
The following contains a big spoilers for those who only read the paperback and iBooks Version
T.D.o.J.P:Book #1.0 :Æther Shadow has finished the 7th draft and is now in the process for editing and Book #2.0: Kitsune still need the first draft rewritten (A 1/3rd has to be cut and moved to a different book leaving it far to short.) Dragons Rising: Exiles is about halfway through the first draft and has a change of series name, Sirens: Shelly Lee has begun the note taking stage.
Sirens is set in the same worlds as The Diaries of James Purcell, but is a side series that fills gaps between the main series from the perspectives of the other characters.
That’s all for now, see you in port next time Airship Captains.
Soldiers lined the trenches, rifle in hand, each one giving prayers to the chosen gods or goddesses. I looked up to the mud that lined the top edge and watched as the sun began to rise. Somewhere a faint whistle sound was heard before the signal was repeated down the line. Everyone stood up and gripped their rifles, my commander gripping his pistol tightly. “I wish you were the one leading the charge Mr. Purcell.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I know that everything you led has never been defeated.”
“There was one charge that failed!”
“You had no choice then!”
“There is truth in the old saying that only the good die young!” a soldier said as he dropped down next to me.
“I know the truth in that,” I said trying to avoid eye contact.
The soldier lit a cigarette and offered it to me and I refused it with a shake of my head, missing my long hair. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
I turned to face him and with a sigh I answered, “Over 60.”
“You are over 60 and still fighting!”
“I tried to avoid fighting.”
“Once a fighter?”