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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. The main character, an inkblood called Liar, has cast a spell to kill a gang leader called Cin, and escaped the scene over the rooftops.
I skipped over a bit of travel.
Finally, she paused in front of The Friendly Mermaid inn, which reeked of urine and other bodily fluids, straw scattered over a few unmentionable puddles in the dirt. Liar watched her step as she passed under the sign, a busty and unappealingly fishy woman, and headed to a young man sitting at a table in the far corner.
The man spotted her, “Hey, inkwitch!”
“Good afternoon,” Liar paused, “Well, not so good, I heard the news.”
Cin’s second in command, Handsome Jash, nodded, his face grim. “Someone shot the boss while he was making the rounds. Must have been the Vipers, because they’ve been trying to take some of our territory.”
“I’m sorry to trouble you at such a trying time,” Liar said, “but I need to purchase the supplies for the new charms you asked for.”
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Black Ink Plague is set in a world similar to ours, with the addition of the Rakau tree, which has magical properties–charcoal or ink from the tree can be used to cast spells. However, only inkbloods, babies who were left overnight at a Rakau tree’s roots on their first full moon, can harvest and use the tree. The price they pay for their magic is that the ink infects them, staining their skin and eventually forming words from the spells they cast on their skin. These words change their lives in unexpected ways.