It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild  is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 14, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the digits of the month from the date, and added the digits of the year. (14-8+2+0+1+3=12).
  • Therefore, you get 12 short paragraphs today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is my August WIP. Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England,an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

This week, we will officially meet Henry, an English boy who happens upon a strange young girl while hunting upon common lands. Watching her reveals secret riddles that may forever change his life.

This passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

And now, please allow me to (re)introduce Henry, a young orphaned boy who discovers that reality is not just as he thought..



She stayed as she was a moment more, before fixing her gaze on the water in a way that bespoke a wildcat far more than a faerie. Then she leapt lightly from her place to crouch upon a sunwarmed rock, and went still – still in a way that Henry knew he could not, even with a lifetime to practice it. His pride in his own stillness faded – she was as the trees, or the rock beneath her…

After the sinking sun had moved nearly to the edge of the bank, she brought her hands up to her head, where a long strand of ebon hair had fallen into her face. She pulled it back, and with a twisting motion, she secured it all in a knot at the nape of her neck.


And Henry bit his lip hard to keep from gasping at the sight of her delicately pointed ear…an ear that said, beyond all doubting, now, that she was not as he was, that she was not a girl as he was a boy…not human.


It terrified him, and excited him, to have this sudden proof that such things did exist, and he wondered what manner of fey creature this was. Or was she a witchling, else demon-spawned?


He could not think so, watching her watch the water, leaning carefully forward so that she could see, but not so far that she cast any shadow below. No, she did not have the feel of wrongness about her. Otherness, for certain, and he would not deny that. Yet, still- she belonged to wild places, was a part of them. Henry could feel that, too.


But would Satan announce the guise he used to steal souls?


He wanted to go, to flee from her and what she meant, to pretend that he had seen no such creature, that he was just as he had been when he set out this morning.


But he knew that he would not leave while he could see her. He could not; he was ensorceled by her…no, there was no leaving her. He knew he would follow her, if he could, and learn all he could of her.


The girlchild-creature began to – to become something else, something that came in bits and pieces, stuttering forward only to retreat again, and then the other way, until, at last –


An animal that looked very like a young lynx kit crouched, slowly sinking belly to rock, so slowly lifting a paw, holding, motionless, as the sun dropped lower, drawing shadows over the water…


The paw shot out, the body uncoiled, and, before Henry was fully aware of her motion, she had flipped a leaping fish up out of the water, bitten through its backbone, and tossed it behind her on the bank, settling at once back to wait, as though she had not moved…


But she still wore the shape of a lynx as other girls wore dresses, and the fish was there behind her on the rock, twisting in its death dance.

There we have it – theree’s something strange re in these he woods. What’s next? Well, some of it I’ve shared, and more will be forthcoming, – but, remember, everything is subject to change! =D

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