Take a 16 year girl, heir to Failans Farm, with a mother gaga about all things Tolkienesque; add repeating nightmares of decapitation, and finds of headless bodies spanning nine centuries from the twelfth to present; combine with a guy who wears a black dress who claims to be 1000 years old; and slowly stir in the Saxon Runes. A lively recipe for the Can Of Worms. Posting on Wednesdays, begins 5th April.
Can Of Worms, with 52K words, would qualify for NaNoWriMo—except it wasn’t written in the wet month of November, but during February’s cold. Moreover, I wasn’t aiming for that, it just worked out that way.
I have since reworked for continuity, foreshadowing, and pulled back on the protagonist’s dialogue. During the upload process I’ll be giving it a bit of a polish. Other than that, it is raw.
For those who come late and want to start at the beginning, chapter links will be given on the Can of Worms page (see top menu) as the work is posted.
Hope you enjoy.