Happy Independence Day, everyone (in the USA, at least)! Here’s a preview of my novel/novella.
This scene is currently the epilogue to the story. Some brief notes:
Madchildren: Psychic constructs with incredible psychic power
Copai: Slave race to the Horos. Not sure what they look like yet, but I’m leaning towards either humans, or cat-people.
I’m scheduling this on June 23rd, since I won’t be at home for this update. Enjoy anyway! 😛
Spires of steel and glass raked into the skies outside her window, jutting out over the horizon for as far as she could see. Lightning arced regularly from building to building, an eldritch storm in a jungle of steel. Sometimes she could notice a building shifting into a new position, to better send or receive the great bolts of energy. There was a palpable sense that the city itself was thinking, feeling with every burst of lightning. More importantly, however, was the sense that every last inch of it was dangerous. This was a city of conquerors, and it looked the part of a dangerous weapon.
At the same time, however, the city was a sensory assault. Bright, vibrant colors that inferior races may call ‘garish’ covered the city below. A neon green building here, a deep scarlet tapestry there. She liked that the most about this city – there was some new decadent delight for her senses everywhere she cast her eyes.
Lucia sipped from her wine, smiling as the arcs of lightning continued to strike outside her window. Divinity itself and nothing less.
She continued to watch the sight for a time before turning back to her room. It took up an entire floor of the building on its own. Gold was inlaid on the marble floor in a whorled pattern. Tapestries depicting various debaucheries adorned the walls, and a mosaic depicting the planet in a hand of steel was at the other end of the room.
A slight tingle ran down her spine, but she ignored it as she strode to her bed. It was long enough for two of her and wide enough for five, and the deep violet of royalty. The frame itself was gold. Real gold, appropriately.
“I deserve far better.” She smirked. “So which is it? Am I speaking to a piece of you, or the whole?”
“Cryptic as ever, madchild.” She muttered, grabbing a bottle and an empty glass from her nightstand. She poured it a glass before immediately pouring the wine on the tile. It never hit the ground. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She growled dryly.
Capric is dead.
“Good.” She growled, sipping her own drink again. “The fool wouldn’t know knowledge if the lady herself explained it. Why do you care?”
We don’t. We killed him.
She cocked an eyebrow at that. “Didn’t know you cared that much about incompetence.”
“Why are you wasting my time with this?” She said coldly. “I was having a delightful evening.”
Watching lightning storms, yes, how riveting.
Sarcastic bits of an elder gods’ consciousness. Now I’ve heard everything.
Not yet you haven’t. One of the Hodran managed to harm a piece of me.
She stopped drinking. “…Really.”
It turned the piece’s psychic power against it, and wielded it as its own strength. Such a thing should not have been possible.
“The Hodran have a god of their own. Perhaps he intervened? Rewrote the rules?”
…There was… a touch of him, yes. But the Lady or the Madgod would surely have intervened in such a case.
“I am not in the habit of understanding the motivations of our divines.” Lucia responded, her eyes glazing over again. “Perhaps there was something more precious to them. Last I checked, the lady’s stance amongst her peers was… less than perfect.” She shrugged and stood.
Whatever the case, we’re afraid this has become too complicated to delegate to lesser beings.
“Agreed.” The Horos smirked, rolling up her sleeves. “I shall go personally.”
She stopped, her smirk instantly gone. “Excuse me?”
The Hodran have found a way to come here. They will attack this city, soon.
She stood stock still for a moment, thinking.
You shall deal with them here. I shall handle Hodra.
“It’s the Horos’ mess, we’ll clean it up.”
The Madchild didn’t leave. She waited a few moments before her laughter rang through the cavernous room. “Very well, you may handle Hodra yourself if you’re bored.”
Boredom is an emotion for lesser beings.
“If you like.”
It was gone. Lucia clapped her hands twice and two Copai servants entered, their eyes wide and fearful.
“Fetch my coat. I have raccoons to skin.”