Yep, liked that title so much I'm using it again. So what can I put in this new rambler...
Update on the newest project: It is titled Post Apocalype, but I'm hoping a new one will come to me.
Currently I've reached 40k on the word count and each chapter is 5k (That's with Chapter headings included)
Carradyne Vesuvius has been rescued, kinda, and Orrick, Eldritch, and Curacao are displaying more flashes about their history than I expected. Fortunately, they're being nice and not giving me too hard of a time.
I've just started chapter 9. I have no idea how many more will come forth, so this'll be an interesting process to be sure.
Here's an excerpt:
Copyrighted 2009 B.L. Foxxe
Chapter One: Awakenings
"I hate waiting for an end to come." Carradyne Vesuvius cursed stasis holding her life-force suspended. Several inner probes revealed a troubling discovery. Her body was used for incubation of pregnancies. She'd been violated. "Son of a bitch," fear strangled her she realized she'd been violated on several layers.
She lay in some kind of rectangular box. Not uncomfortable, but not spacious either. Carradyne rolled to her left and to her right. Hmm, six feet in length, six feet wide, she discovered. Smooth hard and metallic, dammit. She flattened her palms against the seams. After she tried several pokes and prods with her telepathic and unraveling spells, she gave up.
Damn, she was caught in some kind of buffered prison. None of her abilities would work here. "So much for psychic abilities and powerful knowledge," she scoffed quiet and frustrated, "if I'm so powerful, why cannot I use what I have to escape?" She muttered and concentrated, "and what is the use of being able to work small magicks with hard substances when I cannot make any headway against this confinement?"
The dratted box was guarded on all levels. The magnitude of power used stunned Carradyne. She sighed and rested. She'd been drained by her small nosing around.
What bothered her most was loss of time. She didn't know how long she remained in the confined box. Carradyne frowned when she gained an impression she'd been deliberately roused from unconsciousness. Cold fear etched into her heart. "Why am I awakened now?" she sent tendrils of psychic power to others.
"Stop draining your reserves, Carradyne." A voice suggested harshly. "What is your last waking memory before you blacked out?"
Carradyne stiffened. She recognized the voice, but the name of the owner escaped her. "Who are you, what happened to me? Why am I stuck here?" she refused to show fear. "I could use a little help here, please." She needed some pointers if she was to assist this unknown rescuer.
A low sigh in her mind warned Carradyne she wouldn't like what she discovered. "I unfortunately trapped you somewhere, Carradyne." He didn't give her a name to use, she noticed. "Your container was moved since I last watched you enclosed."
His fury startled Carradyne. "I'm helping someone find and rescue you. I need to know what your last waking memory was though." He hesitated before uttering a warning that baffled her. "I cannot tell you who I am. There are spies using every imaginable telepathic device to monitor where we're at." He broke connection.
Dammit man, she railed heatedly. Your diffidence isn't helping matters. Then again, Carradyne realized he faced a hard choice as did she. He was the one who'd enclosed her within these confines.
Yet she gained a nasty feeling, perpetuated by her earlier probes, she'd been confined longer than he remembered. Carradyne wasn't altogether sure she should trust his recollections. She shivered as his boiling fury and frustration rolled through her consciousness. He was pissed.
Please keep in mind this is a very rough draft. Hope you enjoyed that small taste...I might add more a bit later on, we'll see.
