Larimosa and her daughter were interesting characters to write. I actually modelled their relationship after how I imagine Marie Antoinette’s relationship would’ve been like with her daughter.

Also, the temple was named after Le Marais in Paris, France.

Scene three’s weigh-in:

798 words.
So the grand total comes to 1881.

And with that, the prologue comes to a close.

And I’m not going back to it until the revision. I’m. Not. Touching. A. Word.

I’ve really grown to like writing from Dahjal’s perspective. But it’s going to be a long time before I have the opportunity to write from his perspective again.

And I like writing from Cirellio’s better, anyway.

Scene four begins chapter one. It’s a simple introductory approach. Cirellio is riding his horse through the desert on his way to Shiira. It’s going to interweave with a few past events, all serving to build-up intrigue, leaving the reader wondering exactly what business Cirellio has in Shiira (and how much trouble it’s going to get him in).

The setup here is like a glass bubble. I really have to handle this with care to sustain the suspension of disbelief. I need to try my best to keep it suspenseful, unpredictable, believable, and interesting all at the same time. I envision this part of the story as being … something of a crescendo, all the way to the ‘beginning of the middle’. If I can pull that off, then scene four would be the pianissimo part; Subtle, yet intriguing.

So begins the delicate balancing act. Wish me luck! ^_~

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