Writing – Page 29 – The Wandering Inn

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March 3, 2017

Erin woke up with her back against the inn’s front door. Her neck was aching, and her hand was burning. It was morning. “Ow.” She held her hand. It was hurting— “Feels like it’s worse than yesterday. Which is probably my imagination.” She sat, cradling her hand for a full minute. Then she remembered why […]

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Erin woke up suddenly. Her hand was burning. Though her head felt like fog, she couldn’t fall back asleep. Instead, Erin just sat and cradled her hand again. She couldn’t move it or the pain would get worse, but sleeping or relaxing were beyond her as well. She could only sit in agony. Bit by […]

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The next morning, the young woman sat in a chair and pondered. It seemed stupid. No, it was stupid. But there could be only one explanation. “When you level in dreams, you level in real life?” Erin thought about that for a moment. “Huh.” She sat in the chair for a few more minutes. Those […]

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The fruit in her hands was blue, probably a fruit, and pretty large. Erin had seen monster apples before in stores, the weirdly expensive ones that were three times as big as their smaller cousins. That was about the size of the blue fruit. Her stomach rumbled just looking at it. Erin raised the fruit […]

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The inn was dark. That was because the world was dark, at least for the moment. Two moons hung in the sky, one light blue, the other pale green. But their soft light was obscured by a shifting layer of clouds overhead.  However, despite the late hour, one figure moved restlessly around the room. A […]

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The inn was dark and empty when the traveller arrived. It appeared suddenly, rising above the gentle hills and valleys of autumnal grass that blew in the wind, green, orange, and even purple in places. The rolling plains were deceptive from afar. At first the many hills and divots seemed gentle, mere waves along a […]

Foreword

I have left another note at the end of Volume 1, but I feel I should preface the rewrites by explaining what’s changed. Seven years ago, I wrote The Wandering Inn’s first volume and had no idea it would be successful, or even read by more than a dozen people. I had hopes—but the first […]