Posts tagged ‘Loralil Greyfox’

A bit of a tease for what I am working on

Yup, I have really been working on things. Loralil has been telling me her tales again. She needs more to be told of course. I have so many tales to be told in her lifetime and I can honestly say that this is the only character where I have put together a time line. Here is a very very rough breakdown with the possible titles:

Time line for the Adventures of Loralil Greyfox

Early years

Endings   (published) (Saga of Loralil Greyfox)

Revenge   (published) (Saga of Loralil Greyfox)

A Fragile Peace (currently working on this two part tale, books tentatively titled Found and Broken)

New Hero

Birth of a Hero

Chance encounter

Adventuring partners (this will be a series of tales set with her long time partner)


It’s Just a Job

Death Comes in Many Forms


A new Place

A New Voice

Master of Darkness

There are other bits that I plan on writing but these are tales that have been started. Now for the excerpt. This little bit is from when Loralil and her companions stop for the night in the city of Greymer:

“My stable boy tells me that you need the suite?” The innkeeper was a reedy looking man with a gap between his front teeth and an off white apron stretching over his round belly.

Karleen nodded. “Just for the night, my good innkeeper.”

The man looked over Karleen and then turned his attention to Loralil. “You are lucky. My girl is straightening it up as we speak. The one night will come with a meal in the common room for…fifteen silvers.”

Loralil opened her mouth to protest, but closed it quickly. Karleen had stepped up close to the innkeeper and thumped a finger against his chest. “That is pure robbery and you know it. You will take ten silvers and send up three trays with fresh food in an hour.”

Stuttering, the man took a step back and then looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Yes, mame. Please follow me.”

Loralil turned her head and nodded at Levy who lowered his hand. Sometimes a simple threatening move was all that was needed. While she would have just left the Sleeping Kelpie for a better and less expensive room, she understood not letting the man think he could gouge them on the price. Even ten silvers were too much for a place like this. As they followed the man up the stairs to the third floor she looked about. The inn was typical of its kind. Old, yet solid and at least on the surface clean. Being so close to the river there was a bit of mold in the corners where the maids had not quite scrubbed it clean.

“Here is the suite. I will send the girls up with your trays once you are settled in.” The man quickly turned and eased his way past Levy, trying to hide his fearful tremor.

Levy waited till the door shut before he let out a quiet laugh. “Damn me but that was fun.”

Karleen shook her head. “I had it handled, Levy. You didn’t need to frighten the man with your light show.”

“Yeah, well.” Levy looked about the room. While he had stayed in better rooms, he admitted that he had stayed in worse. The room they were standing in was ten feet by fifteen. There was a faded rag rug on the floor and matching curtains covering the window. The bed against the wall on the right was covered in a patchwork quilt and there was a chest between it and the open door on the left. Stepping toward that doorway he leaned in. “Looks like I better take this one. It is a single bed in there.”

Loralil silently put the bundles down and shrugged off her cloak. It mattered little to her if she slept on a bed or on the floor. She moved to look out the window to find it looked out on the river. The setting sun caused sparkles to run along the water and she could see smaller craft moving toward the docks. As the darkness started to take over she saw the less pleasant inhabitants of Greymer coming out. The Ratmen who worked as night porters, the bone and rag men and of course those who dealt in the less than legal.


Simple scenes like this are a great way to build up the world you are writing in. I have moved much further along of course. This is the most recent bit I wrote. We never seem to see the results of all those sword fights in books. I put in this bit just because it was needed:

Loralil gasped and struggled upright, blankets tangling around her legs as she did so. Her hand flew to her thigh and the empty sheath there. It took a few moments before the roaring in her ears cleared enough for her to hear voices.

“Easy there, little dove. You are safe.”

She blinked repeatedly and let her hand go to her head. The sparkles in her vision told her she had a head injury. She had taken a few of them before and knew that if she moved slowly her vision and hearing would clear up. Licking her lips, she took a deep breath and then forced her tensed muscles to relax. As her vision cleared she saw Jark standing before her. The lithe swordsman held his empty hands before him, showing her he was unarmed. A wise thing to do considering.

Loralil darted her eyes about, spotted Harl kneeling to the side over her companions. She dashed over to them just as the big man gave the healer his hand to help her sit up. “Thank you for your help.” Karleen spoke softly and looked green around the gills as she rested a hand on her belly.

Loralil stopped her rush and dropped down onto one knee. She reached out and gripped the healer’s chin in her hand, turning the woman’s face toward her. Scanning the healer’s eyes, she nodded with relief before looking toward the still recumbent mage. “I’m all right, child. Just a bit nauseous from the drug.” When the Elf made to move toward the mage Karleen held up a hand to stop her. “He will be all right. I flushed the drugs out of him just a moment ago.”

When Loralil sank back onto her heels she noticed the various wounds she had sustained all clamoring for her attention. With a wince she closed her eyes for a moment. It had been a close one. If not for the two warriors Karleen and Levy would have been made slaves or killed outright. They had been cocky thinking that they could travel this place alone. No, she had been cocky. So sure that she could protect them and not caring if she, herself got injured in the process. Clenching her jaw, she started to breath heavily. A wave of mixed emotions was overwhelming her again. Anger and fear mixed with pain was making the world gray out again.

“Easy, little dove. Listen to my voice,” Jark soft in a soft and level voice at her side. “Breathe slowly, in and out, in and out.” He gestured for his brother to bring the kit they carried.


Now i have to go through and decide just what my group will encounter between the Forest of Calyn and the Spine mountains. While this story is not flowing as easy as others have, it is a good book and the tales needs to be told.


Yet another COLD month!

Winter has really been hard this year. I went through to look at a comparison to last year and yes! It is colder. I have been wrapped up in blankets and not being a good writer the past few weeks. I have been reading instead. Reading, that thing I hope everyone does.

Now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to put up an excerpt here. I don’t have a new cover of course. While I have covers for the upcoming collections I have posted them all ready. I don’t even have a new drabble for you this time and I am still working on the new Loralil book. So just what should I post this week? I missed last week and I really owe you wonderful readers something. But what to put up? I was going to post up some of the reviews I have received but my computer is being difficult and not letting me do that. So I will give you a part of chapter two from A Fragile Peace: Found. This book will have two parts…found and broken…let me know what you think!


Chapter Two

While the Elf woman did not return to the coma-like state of the past few weeks, she refused to speak. She slowly joined in with the day-to-day chores of living. From cleaning up after meals to taking care of the horses that the others had brought back. She would occasionally play the harp that the Priestess had left her but never were anyone could watch. The music would drift out on the air from the stable, wordless tunes of heart breaking clarity, but as soon as anyone went near, she would stop and walk away.

It seemed that animals were all she desired. Levy watched her from across the paddock as she worked. This woman was tragedy walking. From the massacre in her early life, to the death of her uncle, she was the center of too much pain. For years after losing his wife, Katlin, he had silently blamed the girl. He knew it was wrong; after all she had been put through so much. By the time Mika had finally found her, she had been through so much that he had been surprised she had survived.

Age and experience had taught him much. The headstrong young mage who had set out on the quest with the others was gone now. When he had gone back to Mer’Beryl to tell Katlin’s family of her death, they had turned him out of the city, blaming him. They refused to accept their son and it was the years of raising Jason alone that taught him that blame was a poison that he did not need. He had let go blaming the girl and turned it toward the being that it belonged to. When Jason had slipped off to hunt down Elvenbane he had been angry, but swiftly realized that his son was just following in his own footsteps.

He smiled as he thought of his son. The boy was amazing blend of himself and Katlin and raising him brought home just how important family was to the elves. While the High Elves of Mer’Beryl refused to see half breeds as Elven, the people of Karleen’s village did. The women had cooed over the small boy who had lost his mother. They circled close and the boy had grown up much like himself. Magic was strong in them both, as was attraction to elf maidens it seemed.

Jason led his own horse toward Loralil. While Levy had been ruminating on his past she had finished up with his horse and sent it into the paddock to graze. He shook his head and smiled watching as once more Jason tried to get the silent maiden to talk to him. She simply looked at him, stepping back to allow the horse come between them. Once more his son was trying to get her to speak. Using every bit of the charm that he had, yet she continued to ignore his overtures.

“It as been months, Karleen. She still refused to interact with anyone other than the horses.” Levy turned to look at the healer as she walked up behind him.

“I know,” Karleen sighed. “I have done all I can with her, my friend.”

“Then you agree?”

Karleen nodded. “I spoke to your son this morning. He plans on heading out tomorrow. The Healers at Tal’sin should be able to bring her back fully, if anyone can.” Tears filled her eyes as she watched Loralil ignore Jason. “When I try to reach her there is such a strong wall between her and the world. This is not what he would have wanted. She might be here, might be reacting, but she is still lost.”

Levy reached for his friend and gently wrapped her in his arms. “I know. You have done much, much more than I thought you would, but we are not Elves. I truly believe that only another Elf will be able to reach her and help her live with the guilt that she is carrying.”

Karleen studied his face closely then. She knew that for a time he had carried a similar pain. She had spent a long time helping him deal with his wife’s death at the same time that he was healing from the physical damage that cost him mobility for a time. She reached with her gift and found his heart truly had healed and that he held a hope for the niece of his old friend; the hope that the right type of healer would help her find a way to come back from her own deep well of emotion.


I have a lot of plans for this novel and I hope that it comes out even better than the previous two tales have. Loralil has the most partial stories on my hard drive right now. With nine partial tales waiting to be told, fans of Loralil will have stories to read for years to come. When I get to them of course! Well back to work!

Saga of Loralil Greyfox book cover

Yes!  Finally…this one took both Fox and I to get done..but it pretty…now to get the story posted up somewhere!

Book cover for Endings, book one Saga of Loralil Greyfox

Book cover for Endings, book one Saga of Loralil Greyfox