I just typed that, threw up a little in my mouth, erased it, and typed it again.
Ten days until SHRILUGH comes out.
Are you excited? Are you very, very excited? If you are, look at the top of the page. See the tab that says ‘BOOKS‘? If you run your mouse over it, it’ll bring up another tag that says ‘SHRILUGH‘. If you click on it, it’ll take you to a new page with cover art and a blurb. Eventually there’ll be other good stuff there, too.
For those of you who are lazy clickers, I thought I’d share my blurb here, too. Check it out:
Nothing can explain to Aydan Fulbert how she survived the savage attack in the woods. Why her left eye, instead of being blinded by the injuries she’d sustained, had simply turned a shocking shade of silver. And nothing can explain the fact that she can hear the Stranger speaking in her mind – or that she can answer him back without using her mouth.
Nothing can explain it – unless he’s telling the truth.
Nothing can explain the things the Stranger knows about her – things that she, until just a few hours ago, hadn’t known herself: that she’d healed faster from her injuries than was humanly possible. That the cruel family she’d been raised by isn’t biologically hers. That her stepfather is now hell-bent on bringing her to his own form of justice for a crime she didn’t commit.
Nothing can explain it – unless he’s telling the truth.
Nothing can explain why she so easily agreed to go with the Stranger. Why she didn’t find the notion of another world ludicrous and impossible. Why she didn’t cut and run the minute he explained where he wanted to take her.
Nothing can explain it – unless she believes he’s telling the truth.
Aydan knows she’s being intentionally naive. She knows her decision to follow the Stranger is at best, reckless. At worst, deadly.
…unless he’s telling the truth.
Are you excited? ARE YOU VERY EXCITED?
So last week I jipped you on the whole digging-through-a-vagabond’s-underwear-drawer thing. I felt bad about that, so we’re gonna dive into it today. The vagabond’s name is Isaac. He says his last name is Bary. I know at least one person who says it’s not. If asked if he’s human (which has never happened), I’m sure he’d answer ‘yes’ with a look that would say, “Are you all there?” Because if it walks like a human and talks like a human, it’s human, right?
Isaac’s underwear drawer is also his pants drawer and shirt drawer and sock drawer and brush drawer and deodorant drawer. It’s a falling-apart suitcase he keeps under the sagging twin bed in the loft of Grandma Opal’s barn. He used to wander, but she took him in; gave him work and a place to stay. He was welcome to live in the house, but he preferred the barn. It felt more like home.
Plus, it was easier to come and go without her noticing.
His suitcase is old, and not very big, so he doesn’t keep any secret treasures there. But next to the suitcase is a box. This is where Isaac keeps what’s precious to him.
Inside the box is a leather bag. It’s old; soft with wear. When you look at it, you get the feeling it has seen many miles, many places. Under the bag is a stack of clothing, neatly folded. They look handmade, old-fashioned. A pair of supple leather boots are at the very bottom of the stack – the tall kind that would go to the wearer’s knees. You wonder why he keeps those clothes separated from the faded jeans and flannel shirts in the suitcase.
There’s paper, and there’s pencils. There’s a stack of drawings that stop you in your tracks. All of the same woman, and all done in lead, in shades of grey, but with such skill that you can almost see the fiery hue of the woman’s hair; the churning gleam of her silver eyes; the teardrop of the blood-red ruby that rests below her breasts. You shake your head, trying to clear the hallucination, telling yourself drawings in lead can’t show color.
There’s a little leather pouch next to the stack of paper. Inside is a ring – gold, with leaf-shapes carved into it. Inlayed is a single ruby, the shape of a leaf, and so deeply red it looks like a drop of blood. Also inside is a lock of red hair, braided and knotted into the shape of a heart. You look at it closely, wondering about the drawings of the woman.
That’s all that’s in the box, and as you put the contents back and fold the lid-flaps over themselves, you notice something else behind it. Two somethings, actually. You have to push the box and the suitcase out of the way to get to them. You pull them out, surprised at their weight, and stare down, wondering. They’re long, covered in leather and tied. You undo the ties and unwrap the contents.
One is simple – no markings that distinguish it (except of course, the fact that it’s a freaking sword). The other is isn’t. Leaves are carved into its hilt, and characters – some form of writing? – are pressed on the blade, diminishing as they go. Another blood-red ruby rests on the end of the hilt.
For a vagabond, the dude digs rubies.
Go ahead and wrap those back up. Put everything back how you found it. Isaac doesn’t have much to his name, and what he does have, he’s fiercely protective over.
If you stop by Opal’s house when you leave, I bet she’ll invite you in for some chocolate cake. You should. She makes fantastic chocolate cake. Just don’t tell her you went snooping through Isaac’s things or she’ll give you a lesson in manners.
17 thoughts on “MAKING IT HAPPEN: Vagabond undies and BLURB”
Really hangin’ out there on the edge, aren’t ya? I like it. Sounds nice. Reads nice.
*snort* Go big or go home, right? 🙂 Thanks!
Fantabulous, Myndi! You KNOW I’m VERY excited. 10 days!! Squeeee!!!
Aw, thanks, Ginger!! It’s coming fast now!
Awesome–and love the new photo of you too!
Thanks Coleen! I needed a change. 🙂
This blurb left me wanting more. Only 10 more days to go. Thank you for these awesome teasers.
Thanks, Reetta! I’m pretty excited. Can’t wait to hear whatchya think about it. 🙂
Yes, I am very excited for you, Myndi. The blurb is fantastic. I can’t wait to read Shrilugh. I tried to find it on Goodreads to add it to my TBR list but unsuccessfully.
Thanks Angela! I’ll let you know when it’s up and ready.
Myndi, I’ve totally missed that your book release is only 10 days away. So awesome. Okay, I’m going to pay attention now so that I don’t miss the release date. congratulations. I’m so very excited of you!
You know you had me at “undies.” 🙂
Well look at you Myndi Shafer! I love, love, love you new theme! And congrats on the release of your new book as you count down the days. Nine now are left, if I’ve counted correctly. You are one busy girl! 🙂
So you’re now at, what, 6 days? I can’t wait – the blurb sounded awesome! I think I had read a one-sentence description somewhere, but it didn’t excite me near as much as this.
Off the wall question: someone mentioned that these underwear drawers belong to your characters – is that true? Tell me more, and I”ll send some people your way when I can explain it. 🙂
And is that really you in the new picture???
Keep it up, Girl, you rock!
Yep, six going on five! It’s coming up fast! I’m glad you dig the blurg – log lines are so darn tough to write, and they just never do the thing justice.
Yep, the undie drawers belong to my characters. It was initially an exercise I did to get to know my characters a little better – you know, uncover some of their secrets. I haven’t highlighted all my characters here, but the ones I’ve done are: little old lady, bad guy, main protag, and vagabond. Good, clean fun. 🙂
Yep, that’s me in the new picture, sans glasses. D’ya like?
Thanks for your sweet support, friendly! I hope you dig Shrilugh!