A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

I was writing some Lore the other day when I realized that I’d just penned a lyrical variation of that famous opening line:

It was a dark and stormy night…

Of course mine falls far short of the epic original from the British novel Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, circa 1830. What doesn’t?! But here it is for your consideration nonetheless (from my current draft of Episode 8):

“By then the sky was crying, our town drowned in shadow, mourning the moon. Worry cloaked the folk I met. They scurried, in no mood to talk. Not about Treygyn anyway. No one had seen him. The buzz was invasion. The reason they swarmed for home sweet home.

“Their beeline thinned into a stream and then nothing. The signs became clear. He was not to be found.

“So forlorn, alone, and soaked to the bone, I headed home too to my room at the Inn. But I’d no sooner fallen in bed than I heard them…”

What do you think?

[Photo: National Harbor, Washington, DC, USA]

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