https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/Writing the first draft of fantasy novel, "Seven Souls of Sereket". Usually updated daily. Except for writers' blocks and other mishaps ;) And, if you're wondering where to begin - go boldly to the very beginning, which would be December 2007, and start from there. Thanks for visiting, and enjoy!hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/555830The past is vanishing fast” I felt my throat contract and with all my powers I managed to clear it without breaking the song – I had to stay cool, stay quiet, stay in the shadows, for I knew they might be looking for me. Or maybe they were just guarding Anthor. But even if they didn’t suspect I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/555589For much has happened since,” I sang about her, I didn’t mean to, but I sang. The song was rushing out of my mouth as a violent stream over collapsed dam. Oh poor Johannes, lost in his love so completely he couldn’t stop singing for her even when he wasn’t the master of himself anymore; just like...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/554424With his child nested under her heart." And then I saw her dance. It was the same evening, and Herr Gothard, albeit weak, had gathered his men for a meal in the grand hall – I figured he was willing to do anything to prove that he wasn’t dead. Which he was. I saw Anthor’s soul weaved in Gothard’s...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/532163To all who haven't been able to ketchup... oh, I mean, catch up... For your convenience, I listed first four chapters as "items" for a symbolic price. For me it is much easier to read in the old-fashioned "linear" way, maybe it's the same for you, too. Of course, the free "blog" version still is...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SevenSouls/532144The nation is rising to sing” “Are you my guardian angel,” he asked. “Or are you an angel of death, coming to get me?” “Whatever you wish me to be,” I said. “Are you coming to save me? Or are you coming to take me home?” Gothard whispered. “I’ve come to let you sleep,” I whispered and put my hand...