Also known as Aviance, Avelot is the goddess of winds and fortune. Her worshippers track the movements of birds to reveal her will.
Next up in Avalon's pantheon is a goddess who has hated Shay Connelly's family for four generations. Also known by Epona and Epione in different countries, Eponine is the Maiden of water, the seas, and transformation.
This month's Nano went well, but so much of it was rewriting at this stage I don't have any ugly draft excerpts from "To Those Who Seek Sirens" to share! For shame. Instead, here's a little bit about the world the story takes place in.
Here's the entire collection of November's posted excerpts, in order and with links.
Lonan braced his hands on both sides of the nearest hollow, staring into it with all his determination. Porous rock stabbed his palms. The blackness ahead shimmered with sound. Garbled nothing-lyrics vibrated below his ear and jaw. All around him, Lonan was surrounded by the rushing Ream.
Every day before breakfast, Mariela crept out to see the fairy’s maze. She took her mother’s old mirror from the top of its mahogany dresser, blowing off the scraps of crumbling wallpaper, and swiped a scone from the cook’s first batch of the day.
At long last, I've changed the working title of "Lost and Found." The story is now called "To Those Seek Sirens."
Long time no see, blogging community! I'm sorry for the unexplained absence; a whole lot of life happened to me very hard and very fast. I chose to abandon ship on basically everything and go into battery-saver mode, which seems to have paid off: all is well, all is handled, and all is squared away. It's a brave new world, lads.
The pirates still in the street—excluding the man who’d taken the swords, with the blacksmith and the Rune-reader dead at his feet—bristled towards the newcomers. One of them seized Lonan by the upper arms and hauled him against the wall with everyone else.