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This is a snippet from my yet-to-be-completed NaNoWriMo story, Black Ink Plague, a fantasy about inkbloods, people who were left at the roots of a magic tree as babies, and can use charcoal from those trees to write and cast spells.
I’m starting with the inkblood origin story, which isn’t a happy one.
Note: “Jabberwock Keys” update below.
“The first inkblood’s mother was married to a woodsman, a big man, strong from his work, who drank to stay warm on cold nights. And he was angry. Angry at his pay, at his wife for failing to stretch the money he gave her as far as he liked, angry at her for losing a child, and then giving him a girl.
That girl child died young, and when she was pregnant again, he told her it had better be a boy he could train, or he would beat her, and kill the baby. But she gave birth while he was out working in the woods, and the babe was a girl.
Desperate, aching, the mother hid the baby in a hollow at the roots of a tree, wrapped in a blanket, and prayed that her child would survive the night. When her husband came home, he beat her when she told him the child was a girl, and that she had left the baby with a friend. He tore apart the house and little yard, searching for the baby, but he didn’t find her.”
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NOTE: I polished up “Jabberwock Keys” a bit, and put it up in three sections on my blog.
Happy Reading! And Happy New Year!