Working on Bramble Burn today. It really helps to switch between stories to keep things fresh, so I'm alternating working on Rowen & Gold.
What is Bramble Burn? A daydream that's captured my imagination, so I decided it was book worthy.
It had been thirty years since the Convergence, when the
dimensions aligned and combined Earth and the world of Gwyllon, known in human
mythology as “Underhill”. Elven castles and random buildings sprouted in vacant
lots, on major highways, sometimes merging with existing buildings, twisting
into completely new structures; the courthouse had merged with an Elven government
building. Roads and rail systems reformed, and after the rioting, starvation and
death, agriculture finally sorted itself and food began to flow. A new
government formed of elves and men had arisen, a society of human tech and
elven magic. Cell phones and frost giants, race cars and elven steeds, dungeons
and dragons…
And everywhere, monsters.
Juniper was twenty-three, a child of the new generation of
small farmers. Her grandfather was Tylwyth Teg, an elf of the forest. Her
father had been mostly normal, or pretended to be, but Juniper had her
grandfather’s hunger for growing things. He’d tolerated her visiting his woods
as long as he could, but there could be only one Forest Lord. He’d told her
kindly but firmly to find her own Wood. She could not go back, or he’d kill
her.
“Be sure to write, let me
know how you’re doing,” he’d said, and meant it. After all, they were still
family.
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