#adrian thorn

[zackprincebooks]

I may have miscalculated by naming one character Adrian and another character Adorian.

[zackprincebooks]

I love that "Adrian Thorn" should be the name of a suave, mysterious love interest from a period novella who is secretly the bastard son of an important Duke and will whisk away the heroine from a life of genteel poverty with her overbearing but well-meaning family.

But in Godhunt, he's the son of a wealthy landlord with no status outside of their small, conservative town and does nothing but make emotionally vulnerable women feel uncomfortable because he's a fucking creep.

[zackprincebooks]

Hello hello!

2) Is there a least favorite character or title you dislike writing for?

and

20) What’s one thing you want your readers to know about you?

Ask the Writer Game

2: I dislike writing for Charlotte in Godhunt. Adrian is easy; he's the sleazy nepo baby who thinks he can get away with everything because of papa's money. Charlotte is more layered, but unfortunately because we see things from Louis' perspective, I don't get to showcase her motives and feelings behind her actions, which makes her seem one-sided. I'm hoping to release some side stories that shed more light on her.

20: I try to release shortly after I finish writing the chapter/bonus goodies because I know if I don't, I'll sit on it forever.

@fortunatetragedy

[adriantwrites]

Adrian Thorn: by @aka-ai

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More art of Adrian Thorn while I work on figuring out how to post things here. Drawn by the wonderful @wanderpus​

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Adrian Thorn Art By @hikkibu I haven’t had alot of updates here since I’ve been doing alot of family stuff over the holidays and bookkeeping on my end but pretty soon here I’ll have some good updates for you all I swear

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Arrival

No matter how many times he had been shuffled around (quite frequently really) some things never seemed to change. One of them being that the last leg of a journey was always the hardest. As was his habit General Thorn had eschewed riding by horseback in favor of his own two feet, and while the rest of him was happily intact his feet were... less so. Every step he took brought an ache that was threatening to become actual pain, and his legs had begun feeling leaden at least thirty minutes ago. It was a disgustingly long way between Haven and his new posting in Lunaris. Nightfall was steadily encroaching but with any luck he would manage to hit the town limits before it was fully dark. At least he hoped to. But then he was always the optimistic sort.

Speaking of optimism Lunaris was a lovely name for what he had heard was a little backwater seaside town. It was lyrical and had an air of mystery about it in spite of being told by everyone he’d spoken to along the way that it was a one horse town he’d be glad to leave behind when his case was done. Adrian huffed a chuckle and resisted the strong urge to rest by a stone marker on the roadside. If he stopped now he’d be licked; thinking of the promise of a warm bed to collapse onto helped to keep his long legs moving. Current difficulties aside, one of the best things (in his opinion) about being a hunter was that he got to move around and see so much of the world. He might’ve been born a city-boy but he liked variety best; so Adrian could find himself at home most anyplace, from a busy metropolis to quiet countryside.

Furthermore (oddly enough) this change hadn’t come as the result of his current enforcer trying to pawn him off on someone else. He had been specifically requested for the job by no less than the Lieutenant General of Eskria himself. Adrian wasn’t sure yet whether he was more intrigued or intimidated by the fact that he’d managed to catch the attention of someone like Lieutenant General Harold Addington III. He was a successful hunter in his own right of course and no one could argue with his results in the field... his means of achieving said results on the other hand. Well. He’d had more than his share of complaints with regards to methodology but as none of it had interfered with his career as it were Adrian simply kept rolling cheerfully onward, marching to the beat of his own drum. But now he’d apparently caught the attention of “important” people, the most important arguably, and that wasn’t something Adrian was accustomed to.

Just as a pensive frown was threatening to mar his angular features the trees began to thin and the first signs of human habitation came into view. Violet eyes took in his first glimpse of Lunaris, and while it appeared as though there was truth in the descriptions of its size, the feeling that swept over him unmistakable. It felt like he was in the right place, and not just in a geographical sense. Adrian gave himself a little shake to snap out of his reverie and started moving once again (much to the irritation of his feet). He needed to find the tavern and get some kind of food and rest... the night was coming.

[adriantwrites]

Working Title Opener

I found an old old draft of my opening scene when I was writing this as a fiction instead of a script, decided to spruce it a little and post it here

It was quiet. No, perhaps quiet wasn't what it was as a whole. Outside in the dead of night a mob marched for the manor, outside a man pounded on the front doors begging for him to open up and hand himself over. Outside it was certainly not quiet but here, in this dimly lit den whose candles had all but melted themselves out, the cacophony did not reach here just yet and save for the frantic scratching of quill on parchment- it was what one could call quiet, and after a few faux quiet moments more the aforementioned quill found its home once more in its neighboring ink jar that was all but emptied.

"Its nearly done." The writer's voice soft like a windeded breath more suited to the man who had run the entire length of the mire path to reach the front gates then one who had been frantically trying to string together a series of meaningful words onto paper. Any louder and he feared he might break the proverbial bubble that separated him from the outside world. A small delirious chuckle escaped him as he held up the pile of papers easily pushing an inch thick. "With any hope once this is finished, I may yet be saved from this hell. All that's left is t-"

The sound of a gunshot rang out with a terrible blast that didn't just break but shattered the quiet of the room startling the young man bad enough he dropped his documents and reflexively reached for his own pistol pointing it to the locked door of the den. No, no they hadn't found him not yet. They just reached the house. That didn't give him much time, not much at all to finish what he was doing.

'No time Adrian'

Had he thought that to himself or was that one of /them/ whispering to him? Regardless it was right and he didn't have the time to dwell on that debate. He started gathering up his papers but the front door getting busted in made him flinch. No time at all then. Leaving them to the floor for the moment he scrambled back to the desk, almost tripping over the chair he previously knocked over in his first startle and begin to write once more.

"I Adrian Adstros Thorn, being of sound body and mind that's debatable-"

It was hard to write, hard to focus with the mob now pouring into the house, screaming for blood, screaming for justice.

"Do hereby decree this to be my final will and testament. It all amounts to nothing. Let those that remain kill themselves fighting over what I once owned for all I care. To Maxwell Lane my-"

He had to take a pause at that to stop himself. Looking down to the L he began to scrawl after that and glance over his shoulder at the door. Contemplating just what would happen if he wrote the truth here and it was found by those animals. For once, perhaps this time the truth was best left unspoken. Scrawling out what he had begun and starting the next word over as much as it pained him.

"My old friend whom I have so deeply betrayed; I do not beg or ask for forgiveness from you. Heaven and Hell both know I don't deserve it. Rather then I pray- for as dark and cruel as this world is, that you manage to find some peace and light within it once more. My sole other request is that my tale be told-"

Another door down and another scream of people searching him out. They were in the hall now. It was only a matter of time and he still wasn't done. He needed to finish this. He had to finish all of it or everything he had done to get here would be for naught!

"-that even one soul be spared my fate would make it worth it!"