Phantasia

I thought I might throw this little scene out there for those still waiting for the next chapter. It should make up for the break by being quite extensive! This isn’t the Final Final Draft version, BTW – still got one more revision to go!

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Theseus looked at Lyra, whose face was as screwed up in confusion as his was. “What the hell is that creep talking about? Is he on drugs or something?”

“Don’t you listen ta anything, Armstrong? He ain’t probably been to our world before. Probably thinks we’ll believe everything he says, ’cause he thinks we ain’t got much clue about the world,”

“Man, even I’m not that stupid!”

“Ye don’t be realising how up their own arses some of these faerie-types are. Some of ‘em be thinking we’re nothing more than a bunch of monkeys they can play games with,”

Why did this Adonis guy keep ticking all the wrong boxes? It were as if he was everything Theseus hated made incarnate: vain, egotistical, arrogant – it was like fate wanted him to lose his cool. He flexed his gloved fingers and snarled at the thought of an intangible enemy.

“At least this proves that creep ain’t a good guy – not that I ever thought he was – which means we have an excuse to go pummel the shit outta him,”

Lyra studied her own glove, its flimsy cotton and twisted braids the opposite of Theseus’s tough leather and studs. “As much as I want te be agreeing with ye, Armstrong, we ain’t gonna be able to do that ’til we got everyone outta that delusion of his. Unless ye be wanting an army of fangirls to claw ye to pieces,”

Theseus pressed his finger to his ear as John’s voice gave more instructions to Andromeda, and soon after her voice cut off Adonis’s droning to roast him with some more specific, but unrelated questions. How that was going to help anyone, he didn’t know, but if anyone could oust a rat it was Annie.

As if imminent moving across the country wasn’t bad enough, I got struck down with flu and didn’t get much work done for much of the week. It’s as if the universe is conspiring against me, I tell ya!

But I’m almost there. I’ve had to cut things down by a page (the last page will crop up when I have time to do it, but its narration will be moved to the current last page, so you won’t miss any story) and now all I have left to do is the actual text. I’ll should get it done for tonight (Friday night).

Page total: 7 (1 double spread). Would’ve been 9 had I got the planned final double-page done, but never mind. 7 pages is still a lot :p

Art!

Extract!

So what happened to your parents?”

Dante would have been annoyed – even angry – had anyone else asked that question, as had happened in the past, but there was something about Phantasia’s naïve, matter-of-fact attitude that forced him to forgive her.

“I don’t have a father. My mother was taken away. Years ago. For her ‘safety’, they said. They said she was…” He couldn’t believe he was even telling her this! Kat was the only person he’d trusted with it before. “They said she was insane. Said she could…” He paused, his body trembling. Admitting this was one of the biggest steps to recovery. “That she could see things. Like I do.”