@epiphany-jones tagged me in WIP Wednesday, and while I don't have any active WIPs going on right now (writing for the wiki is consuming most of my creative brain), I want to abuse this tag to instead look back at some of my favorite chapter-by-chapter moments from Hollow Bones, since the Big Bang rules specified nothing could be shared publicly until the final reveal.
โA little of both,โ he admits, heat prickling through his chest at even that fleeting touch. โStill, for now, consider us at your disposal. Even if the job is to protect you from a horde of undead while you help guide home the stolen halls of a very haunted city ten miles below the surface of the earth.โ
โA house of many mansions,โ Rook agrees.
โA house that hates me.โ
โIt does not,โ Rook says hotly, but as she leans in to kiss him, the ground completely collapses under Lucanisโs feet.
I don't write pure comedy very often, so this entire fic ended up a fun exercise in tone and tempo. I have a tendency to overwrite punchlines, especially during editing when I start second-guessing the build-ups, and it was a huge relief when @jadesabre301 and some of my other early readers said they'd laughed at this.
โAnd the baron?โ Lucanis asks, intrigued despite himself; Spite has sidled away, entranced with some dust swirling about near the chamberโs great pillar. โWhat happened to him?โ
โHe built a chantry on the outskirts of Perendale and served as a brother there until he died, never taking another lover.โ
They turn as one to look at Rook, who seems a little abashed as she dusts dirt from her trousers. โWell, donโt look so shocked. The Necropolis brought me to the Transept when I wasโoh, I donโt know. Ten, eleven? I thought the stained-glass windows were pretty, and the baron told me about Liesel while I pretended to drink his very old tea. I just didnโt catch his name.โ
I have never had one ounce of interest in necromancy, undead, zombies, or ghosts, but suddenly ending up with this Rook who absolutely adores the gigantic haunted semi-conscious mausoleum that raised her made for some hilarious (if stressful for me) character moments.
I lost count of how often I had to pause after writing something so I could go complain to the movie night discord about how weird Mourn Watchers are.
The force of it nearly yanks him off his feet. Only minutes ago, the Mourn Watcher ritual had blinded him with a light like white stars; this magic burns a sickly green instead, pulsing with power, clinging to him like slick, rancid oil. He automatically tries to recoil, but Spite still fights for control of their limbs and hurls them forward instead, towards Rook, whose hand has clenched to the skull like a corpse in rigor.
She canโt seem to let go.
During her beta, Jade pointed out several places in the first few chapters where I needed to shore up the themes for the final resolutions to land more solidly. This wasn't actually one of those added editsโI think this section stayed pretty close to its initial formโbut in retrospect, I like how it fits the narrative anyway. Lucanis's first instinct is to withdraw, to escape, to retreat, and Spite is the one pushing back on that, demanding he move forward to help Rook because that's what Rook needs. In the same vein, this was also a first glimpse of Rook's issuesโthat she doesn't know how not to clingโand Hezenkoss's determination to get everything she wants and deserves.
(The team also doesn't realize it, but the ritual they undertake for the Necropolis in this chapter actually is what pulls Johanna's possessed skull into the danger zone in the first place; the Mourn Watch thinks they're only calling back the Basalt Hypogeum, but when Johanna senses that movement through the Veil, she basically hitches a ride.)
Thanks for the tag! <3 I'll try to keep this up as long as I can, though the next few weeks are looking squirrelly, wah.