A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
Who’d like some Poe-etry today? Here’s a passage that I wrote this morning while drafting the next Lore episode:
The tall teen reflexively answered the elderman with a tip of his tousled head. But he hardly had time to feel comforted… not with the air of impending doom that suddenly seemed to fill the room. He couldn’t help but breathe it in. He coughed and his spirit choked on the pollution.
With a finger to the wind he traced the fearful atmosphere, only to find its source behind Minyon. Ashen faces. Hushed conversation. A somber herd or House of Ushered.
Some may think this just an excuse to post a spooky picture. They might be right!