Back at work on Dakota Frost #5, PHANTOM SILVER, for Camp Nanowrimo. I’m at 50,000+ words already and hope to get it to 100,000 words the month of April, then finish the book off in Camp Nanowrimo in July. My summary from the Camp Nano page:
Dakota Frost — Skindancer, magical tattooist, chair of the Magical Security Council, and harried mother of a teen weretiger and a teen half-elf — still has to pay the bills. Fortunately that involves something awesome, being a headliner on the supernatural debunking show The Exposers billed as the Skeptical Witch.
Too bad their latest adventure turns up a very real ghost, which latches onto Dakota to help dispel its ancient family curse. Add to that a reawakened fae curse, an invasion from the land of the dead – and an annoying older brother – and you have a recipe for disaster.
and an excerpt of yesterday’s writing:
“Alright, your turn,” I said.
“Mo—uh, my Lady Frost, I do not think—” Benjamin began.
“What did you say?” the sphinx said, claws scraping against granite.
“You asked me a riddle, now I ask you a riddle back, correct?” I said.
“You wish to duel me?” the sphinx said. “I accept!”
“Wait,” I said, befuddled, “weren’t we dueling already?”
“It was a riddle challenge,” Benjamin said. “Trolls ask one, sphinxes three—”
“The riddle game is from The Hobbit, Mom,” Cinnamon said, tugging at my arm.
“The riddle game is an ancient and honorable mode of dueling and I accept,” the sphinx roared, stamping one paw, so that all three of us cringed back. “I accept! We must answer three riddles each before we pass by; at the first slip … the winner takes the loser as the prize.”
Oh dear! Sounds like Dakota and her brood are in trouble!
Now to brew up more of it. Back to work.
-the Centaur
P. S. Planning it out, it looks like the next three Dakota Frost books will dovetail nicely with the first three Cinnamon Frost books, so I have a loose hexalogy on my hands. I had to look that one up, God help me. (And I pray He does.)
