I love halloween. I went trick or treating with my family last night. Any excuse to dress up like a vampire I guess. lol.

Then there was a nanowrimo write in. I was a little disappointed that we really only wrote for about 15 minutes but it was nice to meet other wrimos and just chill. It was also cool to build up the anticipation of midnight a little. By the end of the night I had just under three hundred words. It's not much, but it was a start.

Now it's really november first and I'm writing away, sorta. I'm at 481 words. I've got my synopsis and an excerpt posted on the author page. I posted it below so you can see it.

Also, there is this 30 book covers in 30 days project done by a graphics design artist. It would be really cool to have a cover for my book even if I never use it for anything more than inspiration but the chances of getting picked as one of the thirty are slim. So, I thought I'd post a my book idea as something like a challenge or design prompt. If anyone would like to design a 'cover' for my book, just for fun of course, I'd be flattered/excited/inspired to see what you would come up with.

If you want more information about the story, I have an extended synopsis, scene notes for some of the best scenes and notes for the characters. Anyway, thats all for now. It's off to nanoland with me.

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Synopsis: Soulseer

As the youngest in a group of vampires, Tess is her people's greatest hope for a child. But Tess is meant for more than childbearing. At least, that's what her heart tells her. The gods aren't saying anything, however she might ask.

When Tess finds herself in a forbidden romance with a human from the city, she begins to really see the world around her, and it seems to be just in time. Tension is building between her people and the Fey who live with them and every day, the humans seem to get a little closer to discovering them both. Something is going to have to change and everyone has their own idea of what that should be. The gods, of course, are still saying nothing.

As things turn hostile, Tess finds herself struggling with both the outside world and her own nature. While searching for answers and keeping her own secrets, she begins to see that she might play a large part in what is happening to her people. Before long, she realizes that saving her people is going to take all of her gifts and a great deal of her strength. It could mean losing both her love and her life but she's not about to give up either without a fight. It's going to be quite a fight at that, because Tess's place in this is bigger than she ever could have imagined.
Excerpt: Soulseer

There was no sun; only streetlights that mocked the moon in shape and brightness. They cast their light on concrete and glass and the smooth grey stones of streets that were still damp from a late night rain. Soon, the sun would rise, warming the earth and taking back the rain, but that was hours away yet. It was still early, still dark, and the rainwater rested, beaded on the storefront glass and tranquil in cold black puddles. The shallow pools glistened, reflecting another world where streetlights really were little moons and magic came as easily as air.

The real moon shone above, hazy in a sea of clouds that swept steadily by as though they felt the energy of the night. The goddess Neith had stirred. It was no time for stillness.

Beneath moon and streetlights, an outsider wandered, walking shadow quiet through the streets of Bright. She had the symbol of Neith at her throat and the blood of the goddess Ishtar in her veins. Sedva blood. Vampire blood.

She drew neither attention nor suspicion from the humans she passed. As far as they were concerned, she was one of them; nothing different, dangerous or scary. She looked human enough for the purpose. Her skin was pale but not too pale and her hair was plain chocolate brown; long straight and unremarkable. Only her fangs and the unusual brightness of her eyes marked her for anything other than human, but her fangs were blessedly small and eyes are easy to shield. If she was careful, she could walk through a crowd without turning the head or catching the eye of anyone. If she was really careful, she could be invisible.

She was invisible enough now, keeping to the darkness and pulling its weight around her like a cloak. It was a subtle magic, a wielding of shadow and shifting of light. It was the only magic she had any control over, and it even that was slight.

Some priestess she would turn out to be. She could slip into the shadows and become nothing or close to nothing. It seemed a joke of the gods that her greatest skill was in being overlooked.

She tugged the hood of her sweater low to shield her face and took her time, watching, waiting. She had been called, not by the strange energy of the morning, but by the half shadow of magic she called her gift. This was her real magic, her god gift, though right now, it seemed more of an annoyance than anything else.

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