Nedira short story

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Khiratu Nedira

City of Zarachar, Naidjat, Year 1048 Post Downfall

Nedira picked her way through the gardens in full court robes, stepping carefully over a curving bank of ferns and some low-growing roses. She hitched her train up over her shoulder to keep it from getting stuck on the thorns. Normally her woman navigated her train through awkward spots, but one didn’t bring company on unauthorized escapades. Nedira glanced over her shoulder—no one was following her, or watching out any of the house’s many windows—and pressed on past the topiaries of courting cranes, toward the men’s wing.

She had talked to her brother through his window plenty of times before. Even though she didn’t think herself especially stealthy, no one had yet caught her. Or perhaps they had, and were too polite to mention it.

. . . . .

This is the first of five short stories by Jessica, set in the world of Madrahar before the events of the Orphaned Gods series. Illustration by Ruth and Birdy! The whole story is available for patrons over on our Patreon.

Ready for beta readers!

The Beasts and Hunters draft is ready for beta readers! Jessica has found a few already but is looking for a couple more. If you’re interested, email us at editor@thefivewitspress.com. Beta readers will receive the draft in installments, along with a list of questions Jessica would like you to consider as you read. If you have a novel draft of your own that is at a stage for beta reading, Jessica would consider a beta reading swap with you.

Here’s a snippet from chapter 1 to pique your interest:

Adreth stood. "It's good to see you, friend." He stepped over and pulled Djaeva into a hug. Djaeva made irritated noises and didn't hug him back, which was very rude. Aturi slid down lower on Adreth's back, trying not to touch the Nai Umae man.

"I knew you would come," Adreth said, letting Djaeva go, but leaving one hand on his shoulder. Even though Djaeva wasn't a short man, Adreth was a head taller.

"I failed you," Djaeva said. "And I'm here to make up for it. But I'm not your friend. How many times do I have to say it before you get it through your thick skull?"

There was a smile in Adreth's voice. "You say it every lifetime. I'll never believe you. Are you ready to fight beside me, Lynx?"

Djaeva clapped Adreth's hand, hard. "Always."

“Not to ruin this tender moment,” Saresska said, looking through her lens again, “but the demon’s coming this way.”

Editing Beasts and Hunters

Jessica is continuing work on revisions to Orphaned Gods Book 1, Beasts and Hunters. The first draft of this book is pretty old--won’t say how many years--so the characterization is off in lots of places, and some things about the world and the magic system have changed since the early days. Chapters 1-7 in particular needed complete reworking of many scenes, deletion of others, and some new additions. She’s working on chapter 12 right now, and the chapters in the second half of the book aren’t needing such extensive changes. Here’s a snippet from chapter 4.

A clatter at the door of the coffeeshop announced the entrance of someone in a hurry. Aturi turned just as Ubashi called out, "Ready to go, lads? We don't have a moment to spare."

"You're alive," Aturi said, with relief. And uninjured, seemingly. "Did you find—?"

Ubashi cut him off, sweeping into their little alcove. "I've booked us passage on a fast ship. We leave with the tide, which is—"

"Just past noon," Livalii said. She always knew about tides, and boats, and things like that. "Which leaves everyone sufficient time to explain themselves." She gave Ubashi a dubious glance, then looked across the table at Tiiro. "I take it this is the crazy old Han Khiru mage?"

Ubashi seemed to notice Livalii for the first time. "Well, hello there." For a man who didn't have a moment to spare, he spent several long moments looking Livalii up and down. "Do I smell the warm air of the islands? I wasn't expecting to meet a Fanaloan flower so far from its native shore."

Tiiro rolled his eyes. "I'm Fanaloan, too." He introduced them with a vague wave.

"Livalii, this is Mage Ubashi. Ubashi, Livalii."chapter four of Beasts and Hunters illustration by S.A. Hannon

"Literally named after a flower." Ubashi clasped his hands together. "How charming! I haven't visited Fanaloa this lifetime, but I do recall the highlights. Laholo, my dear."

"It's Lahora." Tiiro sighed. "And pretty much everything in Fanaloa is named after a flower or a fish."

Orphaned Gods updates

temporary coverThe Orphaned Gods epic fantasy novel series is written by Jessica Van Oort, with contributions by Ruth Lampi.

Once there were twelve animakhe, the reincarnating avatars of the Ancestors, eternally reborn in the mortal world to bring wisdom, courage, justice, and compassion. But centuries ago Dragon and Naga, the mother and father of all, were lost and the remaining ten animakhe split between two warring nations. Now, when demons once again walk the world and humans are forsaking the spirits, this handful of orphaned gods must find a way to save their people and themselves.

The first book in the series, Beasts and Hunters, is completely first drafted and Jessica is working on the second draft, which will be sent to beta readers when finished. After feedback from those readers and a final copy-editing draft, Beasts and Hunters will be ready for publication.

The second book, Seals and Cages, and the third book, Rivals and Relations, are fully first drafted. Jessica worked on drafting the fourth book, Sons and Houses, during NaNoWriMo 2016 and is currently continuing with that first draft. The series will have a projected six books.

In addition to paperback and ebook publications, we'd like to publish the books in light novel style: the same story, but divided into smaller bundles of chapters with illustrations by S.A. Hannon. All versions will be suitable for ages 15 and up.

We're currently posting art by Ruth of characters from Orphaned Gods, along with snippets from the books. (Last updated January 22, 2017)

NaNoWriMo Update

Sons and Houses cover sketch by S.A. HannonJust an update on Jessica's NaNoWriMo--she's a winner! In November she wrote just over 50,000 words of Sons and Houses, the fourth book in the Orphaned Gods series. That's less than half of the book done, so she's going to keep plugging away at it, though at a somewhat diminished pace. She also plans to keep editing Beasts and Hunters, the first book of the series, which got put on hold during November. Also keep your eyes open for some short stories about the characters in Orphaned Gods, from before the events of the main plotline. We'll be releasing those here as Beasts and Hunters gets closer to its release date. Art by S.A. Hannon.

Khai

Khai, a character from Orphaned Gods. Khai by Ruth Lampi

"I . . ." Khai swallowed, and pulled a handful of black powder from the pouch at his waist. "I'm here to kill you."

Gailan gave him a long, slow look. "I know."

"You should--" There were words for this sort of thing. Khai felt that he ought to know them, that he'd heard them before in some heroic story. "You should meet your death with courage and honor. For your name and your House. Lynx will reward you and take you up in glory and you'll be reborn as, as . . . as someone great."

Gailan almost smiled. It looked awful, on that ruined face. "Do I have Lynx's blessing, then?"

Khai sucked in his breath, hard. It kept catching in his throat. "Not if you just stand there crying. Come on, fight me!"

Writing by Jessica Van Oort, art by Ruth Lampi.

Oba

oba by ruth lampiOba, one of the characters from Orphaned Gods.
The great Wei La was audible down on stage, arguing with the orchestra leader about some timing in the score, so Oba dove into her room first. The diva wouldn’t miss a few snacks she probably wouldn’t even eat. Oba helped herself to an application of blush from the makeup table, a rose dumpling, and a quick glass of wine. She sang a few bars of Wei’s aria from the second act, and winced at the high bits. She tried on a scarf from the gifts pile and decided it suited her coloring far better than Wei’s. She’d just stacked her coat, hat, scarf, sweets box, and a few delicious tidbits into a manageable parcel when in walked one of the props lads.
“What are you doing here, with Wei downstairs?” the lad demanded. “Who are you?”
“I’m the one trying to tidy up,” Oba gestured at her pile of things, “and I’m the one who runs off young scamps here trying to nick my lady’s underthings. No more silks are going missing on my watch. Out, you. Out!”
“It weren’t ever me!” the boy yelped.
Written by Jessica Van Oort, illustrated by Ruth Lampi.