Blogathon - Entry 3
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"What Lily is writing," take two:
Title: Transients
Every day, the Grand Duchy teeters closer and closer to utter chaos. Whispers of revolution are in the air, as the Unseelie Court is flooded with decadence while the poor barely get enough food to survive, let alone work magic. The current Duke is old and out of touch. Hope for a peaceful succession rests on his grandson - who has been exiled to Earth decades ago, stripped of his powers and memories and forced to live as a mortal.
Finally, an old friend of his is sent after him, to bring him back in hopes of averting disaster. But savvy as she is at court, Lady Rue may be no match for the utterly alien human world. After all, how does one find one man among billions? Worse yet, she finds herself slowly but inexorably losing her memories of him, starting with his name.
Intended Readership: Adult, as this one's likely to contain some graphic sex.
The thinking process behind this: This idea germinated from a combination of musings on alienation and outsider status within a group. I had a particularly clear image of Rue at a modern-day party, not really sitting apart, but apart nonetheless; talking to people but communicating nothing and just plain not getting those around her.
It also came from reading too many bad romance novels on a challenge and being really frustrated with the downright stupid relationship dynamics. (Yes, it does tie in. You just can't tell by the summary, because I suck at summaries.)
The other origins I can think of involve way too many inside jokes for me to even attempt explaining.
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"What Lily is writing," take two:
Title: Transients
Every day, the Grand Duchy teeters closer and closer to utter chaos. Whispers of revolution are in the air, as the Unseelie Court is flooded with decadence while the poor barely get enough food to survive, let alone work magic. The current Duke is old and out of touch. Hope for a peaceful succession rests on his grandson - who has been exiled to Earth decades ago, stripped of his powers and memories and forced to live as a mortal.
Finally, an old friend of his is sent after him, to bring him back in hopes of averting disaster. But savvy as she is at court, Lady Rue may be no match for the utterly alien human world. After all, how does one find one man among billions? Worse yet, she finds herself slowly but inexorably losing her memories of him, starting with his name.
Intended Readership: Adult, as this one's likely to contain some graphic sex.
The thinking process behind this: This idea germinated from a combination of musings on alienation and outsider status within a group. I had a particularly clear image of Rue at a modern-day party, not really sitting apart, but apart nonetheless; talking to people but communicating nothing and just plain not getting those around her.
It also came from reading too many bad romance novels on a challenge and being really frustrated with the downright stupid relationship dynamics. (Yes, it does tie in. You just can't tell by the summary, because I suck at summaries.)
The other origins I can think of involve way too many inside jokes for me to even attempt explaining.
