Wednesday, 26 February 2025
#112 Dear Diary II + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 3
Wednesday, 19 February 2025
#111 Dear Diary + Update
Wednesday, 12 February 2025
#110 Perfect Gift? + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 2
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
Today we have the newest chapter of Phantom Dawn for your reading pleasure, along with a very good update for both Daemon Soul Awakening and my writing challenge, but first do you hear that? Sounds like love is in the air for our favourite duo! Guess it must be Valentines this week!
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
Yes, as is tradition, here's this years Valentines strip, though I must admit, I had no idea what happened in that first panel. Brennan’s face has been off model before but never quite to that extent. The rest of it I'm quite happy with, for once. This is Luna's second appearance in the strip, following her first one...in the very first Valentines strip two years ago! Not that her fur has gone lighter over the years...
Really need to use her more often!
Update on Daemon Soul Awakening and Writing Challenge
Okay, the editor sent me back the final chapters the other day, meaning...the editing work is done! Well, not quite as there's a couple of other changes to make. Also have to write a new bio and acknowledgements but the whole project finally feels real. It'll seem like a daft thing to say, but when I first signed the contract, it felt unreal. Like I was expecting it to fall through at any point. Knowing that in scant weeks I'll have the book in my hands...it's a powerful boost.
That boost must have also rubbed off on my writing challenge as Avalon is currently sitting on over 76k words, leaving only 13-14k left till I reach the 90k goal I set myself. It is looking increasingly likely though that things aren't going to be finished. I was prepared for that though, the current chapters I'm working on are proving to be a slog and a word sink. Nearing the end of this section, so hopefully I can pick things up at the end. Already know which parts are getting cut once I enter the next phase.
Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn- Memories of a Rose Chapter 2
Last time on Phantom Dawn, the red haired girl had woken up in a strange place and met Neal, an old traveller who stopped to take care of her after she fell from an opening in the sky. The girl found a rose nearby which triggered a memory in her, then promptly passed out again. What will happen this time? Read on to find out!
Phantom Dawn Chapter Index
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: The Phantom Dawn
For the second time after she’d made arrival on…Wherever it was, the red haired girl had woken in a daze. The old man she had met, Neal, was sat next to her, stroking the flames of a small fire. She hadn't even realised yet that it was night time now, the sky having gotten darker than black.
“I see you're awake again,” Neal said, turning to her. “Are you hungry? I don't have much, but I can share what I do have.”
The red haired girl looked down at her own hands, noticing the rose that was lying next to her from where she dropped it earlier. She had to ask herself if she was hungry, or if that was a different sensation calling for her attention. She placed her hands on her stomach, as if trying to gauge her level of hunger, before responding to what Neal had actually said.
“If you can and don’t mind. If there’s only enough for you, don’t worry about it.”
“In this place, the young need to be fit and healthy. Even if I had to go without, I’d still give you some. Do you remember anything else about yourself? Like your name?” Neal asked, as he took some rations out of his bag, bits of food that he’d been able to scavenge.
“No…” The girl shook her head sadly. “I can’t remember my name, where I’m from, what I’m supposed to do…I don’t even know if I’ve left anyone behind or if I’ve always been alone,” she hugged her knees, tears forming in her eyes.
Neal didn’t know what to say to comfort her. He didn’t have any answers for her either. People had always considered him a sage-like figure, offering advice but here, it wasn’t any use. None of his experiences could offer her any solace, there were no kind words he could even offer.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I wish I knew how to help, but…” he trailed off. He didn’t even know how to end that sentence.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry that I had to disturb you…What were you doing, if I may ask?” the girl inquired, there was a natural inquisitiveness to her eyes, and it reminded Neal of someone else.
“I was travelling home, or what accounts for home, after completing a job,” he explained. “Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting it to take this long!” He let out a little laugh.
“Job?” the red haired girl looked around with a confused look on her face. “What kind of job would you be doing out here?”
Neal stiffied his laughter, and let out a heavy sigh, as though something was weighing him down.
“To answer that truthfully, I would have to explain a lot more about this place you’ve fallen into, and honestly, I wouldn’t want to upset you with it. For now, I’ll just say that I help people that need the most help. I know these lands well enough, I know the best passages to safety.”
“Safety? Why would people need safety? Are we not safe out here?” the girl titled her head slightly, wanting to make sense of everything that Neal was saying, and implying.
“Well..” Neal looked hesitantly to the sky. That was the other thing he hadn’t told her yet. To everyone who lived in those lands, it was as natural as the cloud filled sky, but to someone who had never witnessed it before, how could it be discussed? How would he begin to describe it? Deep down, he knew he didn't need to say anything. On staying with her, he'd doomed his chances at getting to safety before it all kicked off, but he wasn't about to leave her alone, at the mercy of the element and the monsters that were lurking close by.
As if reading his thoughts, the sky made an ominous sound, like breaking glass. It was quiet at first but slowly grew louder and inescapable.
“What's that noise?” The red haired girl asked.
Neal hung his head, he knew he should have said something earlier.
The red haired girl found her eyes drawn to a point in the sky, surprising Neal who couldn't see anything yet, as was usual, the visual event came after the noise, in a random spot every time. The girl kept on staring, as the noise grew till her persistence paid off, and a crack appeared in the sky. The crack took the form of a slight curve, and from its ends came more cracks that shot out in the shape of a circle, the ends meeting at the direct opposite point from the first one. It hung in the air, the noise having ceased, till everything in the circle shattered. The pieces falling out but breaking up into gossamer before touching the ground. In its place was a giant pale clouded eye that stared outwards, til it faded away, leaving a transparent glowing orb that gave the illusion of the breaking dawn. Its eerie light casting new and twisted shadows.
“What…What is that?” the girl asked with a stammer.
“I don't know who named it, but it's called the Phantom Dawn. It's been occurring for as long as I can remember, and perhaps even longer than that. They say it first appeared the time when the world became like this, a nightmare we’re all trapped in,” Neal explained with a sad tone.
The red haired girl looked around again, noticing the lack of life in the wasteland, the only things growing were hardy.
“We have to be careful now,” Neal continued. “The Phantom Dawn affects a lot more than just how things look around here.”
“What do you mean?” the red haired girl asked hesitantly.
Neal’s eyes nervously wandered around the landscape, till a slight tremour seemed to confirm his worst suspicions. He quickly got up, and stomped out the fire, grabbing his belongings.
“We have to go now!” He said, his tone was as commanding a voice as he could muster.
The red haired girl got to her feet, though a bit shaky. She checked to see if the rose was still in her grasp and placed it in her pocket, hoping it would be secure there.
“What's going on?” she asked in a blind panic, all of the events confusing her more than she already was.
“I said the Phantom Dawn affected more l, didn't I? Unfortunately, one of the things it affects is about to appear! We have to start running!” Neal turned to run, but the ground behind them broke open, sending debris everywhere. He looked backwards in horror as a large shape emerged from a hole in the ground.
At first, the red haired girl thought it looked like a lizard, but standing on two powerful legs, its forearms were constantly flexing, grabbing the thin air with vicious sharp claws. It’s long tail whipping around. It’s elongated snout covered in little armour plates, while two beady clouded over eyes bulged out of their sockets. The creature was larger than both Neal and the girl. It started charging towards them, and acting fast, Neal grabbed the girl’s arm, and began to drag her away, knowing it was going to be a futile effort…
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Well, that's all for this week!
There will probably be a two week wait for Chapter 3, which will be the end of this little arc. Not sure what I'll waffle on about next week, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Till then...
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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Tuesday, 4 February 2025
#109 What's in a Name? + update February 5th
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
A quick update today, was almost tempted to get another chapter of Phantom Dawn done but decided against it as I've got a lot to get done and decreasing time to do it in! You know who else has a lot on his plate? Let's see what Riz is dealing with!
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
Is this final part of Riz’s band shenanigans? Or will I be able to work it into the Valentines fun next week? Let's wait and see shall we!
Not much else to say about this one, other than I wish I could think of better band names!
Update 5th February 2025
As said above, had I not had other things to work on (we'll talk about my work in progress in a moment), you would have been reading Phantom Dawn Chapter 2 right now. It is coming along quite nicely however. As stated last week, these first three chapters forms an introduction of sorts, and chapter 2 specifically introduces the reason why the story bears the name Phantom Dawn. A name I've had in my back pocket since 2006. Yes, that long.
Other than that, I've been continuing with Avalon, and I'm happy to say we're now under 20k and dropping. Sadly the last few days haven’t been that productive for me, but I'm hoping I can catch up. I've also got plenty of notes for when the draft is finished, namely that the chapters I'm currently writing...Will get nuked. You can argue it's a waste of effort on my part, but if I was to rewrite now, I may not make my writing challenge. This is par for the course for me, I have to admit, I've done similar things going back to the very first draft of Daemon Soul Awakening in 2005-2007.
Speaking of that story (neat little segue there I think you'll find!) Daemon Soul Awakening has only one chapter left for the editor to run through with her word scissors. We're getting really close now to release and then it may finally feel real, that a book that I first started writing all those years ago, will be out for everyone to read (or judge, definitely a fear of that!). There is still some tasks to do mind, one that requires me to get my drawing pencils out for something that isn't Brennan and Riz related. I'm super nervous about how that'll turn out! Still, I'm excited to get it out there, and even more excited to finish the rest of the series.
It'll be fun to see if people still gravitate towards the same character as my original beta readers all those years ago.
Till next time,
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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Tuesday, 28 January 2025
#108 Still Preparing To Rock + Short Diversions
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
Today I have the first chapter of Phantom Dawn to share with you all. It was done a lot faster than I thought it would hence why I'm sharing it now and not next week like I initially planned. Chapter 2 however, probably will take two weeks!
On top of that we have another installment in the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz's "Band Saga"! You can find that below!
Hope you enjoy it.
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
I don't know what happened to Brennan and Riz in panel 1, they both look badly off model (Brennan more so) very odd. Anyway! Yes here's part 2 of Riz’s band shenanigans. Next week may be the final part of this, as I always like to ensure I've got time spare for a Valentines special, though, unlike the serendipitous timing of last year, this time, the comic will be going up 4 days earlier than the event. Can't be helped I guess!
Writing Challenge Update
Here we are within the closing days of January (it's certainly feels like it's been a long month) and I can now reflect on how the past two weeks have gone for my impromptu writing challenge. In a word? Fantastic. In that two weeks I knocked 13k words off my target. Pretty good considering that still leaves the 28 days in February to smash apart the rest (less than 22k!). At 750 words at least, im expecting to get it done! Though, of course what comes after that will probably make this bit the easiest part!
I've got a plan, let's see if I can ride it to the end!
Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn- Memories of a Rose Chapter 1
We're back with the first proper chapter of Phantom Dawn, a lot faster than I was expecting actually! These first three chapters I've planned to be an introduction to the world and two of the main characters. More will come in Chapter 4, as anyone who can remember my Comic attempts can attest too. I did a bit of too'ing and fro'ing on how to introduce the world here, so hopefully I've taken the right path.
Phantom Dawn Index
Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Girl in the Sand
Elsewhere…
An old man braved the harsh winds as he forced himself forwards, the land around him was broken and diseased, but it was all anyone had. The old man though, Neal, thought he was making good progress. His trek across the wasteland had gone smoother than he had anticipated. Soon, he would be in the relative safety of the new towns, and out of the open spaces of the valley. Shelter couldn’t come quick enough, he knew the event was imminent, and when that occurred, the strange beasts that roamed would become even more dangerous. One thing he wouldn’t escape from, was the oppressive overcast sky. It’s grey colour was threatening but sadly normal. Neal knew no one that had known any different, even when the event took place, the clouds didn’t part. He may have been able to move faster if he wasn’t lugging around the suitcase that was tied to his arm. The suitcase though, was proof of his occupation to those who were in the know.
Rubbing his beard, Neal stopped for a breather, glancing at his surroundings, and ignoring the mirages that offered tantalising glimpses of the treasures that were buried under rock and sand. His age required too many of these breathers than he would have liked, and with each one, he could feel a greater pull to dig, but he knew better. Mustering all his will power, and with a heavy breath, he began to move forward once more. He lifted the brim of his hat a bit to observe the sky, trying to gauge where the sun was behind the clouds that forever obscured it. He estimated another hour or two of optimum light left before he’d have to stop for the night.
There had been a droning sound that he heard faintly, it hadn’t bothered him at first as out in the wasteland, there was always some weird noise or another in the distance. This one however, transcended classification. Now, it was getting louder, like the source was heading towards him. He looked around for the source, and found his gaze locked to the sky above. There was something new there, like a glinting star. It started slow but then erupted into a tear that streaked across the observable sky above Neal. The other side of this divide looked like chaos itself, a mix of nightmarish colours that clashed into each other. From this though he spotted a white object that contrasted heavily against the madness. This object, whatever it was, moved slowly at first till it was clear from the tear, then it broke up into multiple parts, each shooting down to earth, with the closest crashing several dunes away from where Neal stood. Still in shock, the old man looked back at the tear, just in time to see it close itself up again, the strange sound disappearing along with it.
In the stillness that remained, Neal cautiously headed over to where the object had fallen, wanting to see what had been ejected. While he would never claim to have a good idea of what was going on in the world, he thought he knew enough. This event was a knock against that. Scrambling to the top of the ridge of the last hill, he looked out expecting to see an impact crater but there was little evidence of one, but the white light was there all the same. It seemed to flicker wildly before fading away, leaving something at its centre.
Plucking up all the courage he had, Neal went closer and closer till he could make out the strange object that fell from the sky.
It was a body.
Throwing aside his cautiousness, he quickened his pace, any sense of his own safety was replaced with concern for the other person. Now close enough to see details, he saw a red haired girl with tattered clothing. She looked like she might have been in her late teens, but he couldn’t be sure. He found it odd that despite the state of her clothes, and having fallen from the sky in spectacular fashion, her skin wasn’t harmed. There were no bruises or cuts or anything. The girl in the sand was laid on her back, her arms outstretched and her legs side by side. The other imprints in the sand next to her, Neal presumed that to have been created by the strange light she’d been encased in. He edged closer to her, and placed his hand gently on her wrist, checking for a pulse, and finding that, against all odds, that she was alive. Knowing this, he sat back and pondered what was going on. This girl should not be here, she should be dead but here she was. It put him in a quandary over what he should do right now. He knew it wouldn’t be right for him to just leave her there, but at the same time he wasn’t equipped for an event like this, not currently. He was in such a puzzlement that he never noticed the girl’s hand move.
Her weird dreams ended, the girl woke up with a shock, sitting bolt upright. Her senses were in as much confusion as she was. She looked around frantically, till it became clear that she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. All around her was a wasteland, not many signs of any life apart from the old man who had almost fallen backwards with the surprise that she was moving around.
“Hello?” the girl asked.
“H-Hello?” the old man repeated back to her. “Y-You’re okay?” he added once he caught his breath back. With a slight cough, he took a more dignified position.
The girl held out her hands, looking at them intently, and then the rest of herself.
“I think I’m okay?” she said after a moment.
“That’s good. My name is Neal, what is yours?” the old man said, holding out his hand for her to shake it, but instead, she just looked puzzled.
“My name? I don’t think I have a name,” the girl replied sadly.
“Oh, I see, do you remember how you got here then?” Neal asked instead.
Putting her hands to her head, the girl tried to remember anything, any little detail. Instead, it was like looking at a screen full of static, with the only memories that came through to her being of that dark space she was floating in, and of the rose. Her eyes widened as she began to frantically search the area next to her.
“What’s wrong?” Neal asked, taking to his feet, his eyes also starting to dart from place to place, trying to spot whatever it was the girl was looking for. “If you can tell me what you’re looking for, I might be able to help you?”
“Where is it? I had it in my hand, I’m sure of it!” the girl cried out, then she caught sight of something from the corner of her eye, something red buried partially in the sand kicked up by the impact she made on the ground. She reached down and plucked the object from its resting place, and Neal looked at it as though it stirred some forgotten memory of his own.
“I know that plant…” He murmured to himself.
“I don’t know where this came from…I think someone precious to me gave it as a gift, but I can’t be sure. The more I look at it, the more I get the impression that I’m supposed to have it. I think, no, I’m positive, it’s called a rose,” the girl said proudly, holding it up to what she assumed was the sun in the sky, hidden being a veil of clouds.
“Yes, I believe it was. I remember seeing a picture of it in a book once, long ago. If I recall, they no longer exist in this world,” Neal explained, as the girl turned to face him.
“Really? That’s so sad,” she looked away, and back to the flower in her hands. Everything about it was pristine, yet its appearance also gave Neal pause. He had wandered these lands for a long time, long enough to know when something felt off. Ultimately though, he decided to not act on that feeling for now, the girl seemed genuinely happy that she’d been reunited with the rose. There were a lot of questions that he feared there would be no answers for at the moment. He looked up at the sky again, where that strange event had taken place. He remembered that there had been several white objects that had fallen, were there people in each of them? Or were there more items out there, items linked to this strange red haired girl. The more he looked at her the more he got a strange feeling, that she was reminiscent of someone else, but there was on questions about that sensation, he knew the answers all too well and buried them again. There was no time to feel pity.
As happy as the girl was though, the moment she brought the rose in closer to herself, so she could take a deeper look into its head, then another image flashed into her mind, this was one of a shadow in the black, red eyes glaring at her from the darkness, and a smile that she knew was there, twisted and stretched, open in mocking laughter. The shadow itself had a curious shape, it stood like a man, but the general outline was more rounded at the top and thinning as it went down till it reached the bottom, which was a mass of tentacles. It was those tentacles that were reaching out for her in this memory, crucifying her in the air. The memory stopped as soon as it started, and she collapsed to the floor, as though all the pain from that memory was being reapplied to her now, every excruciating second of it.
Neal didn’t understand what was happening, but he ran to her all the same, only to find that she’d lapsed back into unconsciousness, resembling the state he found her in the first time. Now he really was at a crossroads. He was winging the whole situation, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, or what he could do. The other event would be happening soon, he was sure of it looking at the way the sky was now, the grey clouds turning darker. However, just like before, he knew he couldn’t leave her. So, he pulled a blanket out of his bag, and laid it over her, and focused his efforts on making a little fire, hoping that the light would keep away trouble, at least before it happened. After that, all bets would be off, and he prayed to whatever higher being in the sky would listen that the girl should awake before that happened. He settled in for what he knew would be a very long night.
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Well, that's all for now folks! If chapter 2 is looking to be done earlier, I may debut it next week, otherwise, expect it the fortnight after.
Till then,
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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