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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, who works as hired killer, is out looking to harvest wood to make her ink, and has asked a tree to cut a branch from it, and having thanked the tree, is leaving when a branch snaps behind her.
One of the inkbloods she’d shared the wagon with stared back at her, wide-eyed. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask if you were headed back to the city, and wanted to walk together?”
“Oh, of course. I was only… thinking,” Liar started walking again, letting the other inkblood, a petite young woman with dark straight hair, and hazel eyes, fall into step beside her.
“Cold this morning, huh?” The other inkblood asked after they’d walked in silence for a few moments.
“Yes, but it’s warmed up now,” Liar drew in a breath, which no longer bit at her lips, “and farther from the bay, it’s much colder at this time of year.”
“My parents sent me to the homeland for my schooling. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the winters here,” the other woman said with a shudder.
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~~~~~ Happy Mother’s Day to every mom out there, regardless of your ‘official’ label. You know who you are, and you’re amazing. ~~~~~
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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.