1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?
There are fic that are better crafted and there are fics planned with more passion, but I still have a huge rolling soft spot for Sword-Bearer. It is the unbreakable spine around which I have built so much else of Natia and Sten’s story, and whatever flaws it still has, I love every bit to bits.
15. Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!
Here’s something out of Ashkaari’s Daughters, in which a woman, formerly of Tevinter, tells a story not quite finished:
“They wanted a story,” she said lamely.
“To make one out of whole cloth honours nobody and nothing, except perhaps your imagination. There are stories enough of the Ashkaari without your adding falsehoods.”
Falsehoods? Well! “Stories don’t be falsehoods, Arelan—”
“Language, sister,” she interrupted, and Viddathari realised she had slipped into Tevene.
“My apologies. Stories…are not…falsehood, Arelan. The children learn from them. I learn how to tell them. Everyone has their…” Perhaps story wasn’t the right word. The escort looked really annoyed. “Their records. They make every person that person.”
“Not since Qenvaarad…” Arelan muttered under her breath. She ignored the confused, cagey look that crossed the human’s face. “So be it. Humour me, viddathari. What did the ashkaari say, afterward? Give a tail to this viper you have drawn.”
Viddathari tried not to flinch, rallying her shattered thoughts like stray fish. “The ashkaari said…that the beekeeper should return. Come down. But the beekeeper said no, because the dragon might return. The ashkaari had to leave him be. Then he…he walked away.”
