Archive | March 2018

The End of the Line

Gentlefolk,

This story has come to an end.

Not Addergoole as a whole, of course; there will always be more Addergoole, more Faerie Apocalypse, more stories to tell.

But the Ghost Story has wrapped up.

If you haven’t read The Original Series and Year Nine, that will give you at least a couple more days of Addergoole reading, or check out the Faerie Apocalypse, Addergoole, and Cloverleaf categories on Lyn’s writing blog:

Lyn Says:

This has been a lot of fun!  It’s nice – as several people mentioned – leaving stories on a happy ending, here in Addergoole’s dungeon – and I think this presages more happy endings to come.

I admit I was surprised when people asked for Cya as one of the main characters in this story, but it’s been awesome going back and really figuring out how her first year went.  And the end of her first year – oof.  And knowing what happened to Arna and Abednego makes later things make so much sense!

I hope you enjoyed this visit to Addergoole as much as I did.  And I hope you’ll come back, the next time we dive down into the Adder hole.

Cal says:

Huh? Oh. Sorry, I was busy going LOOK AT MEEE I WROTE A COMPLETE THING.

This was kind of an experiment with me and Lyn – I do 90% of the plotting and organizing, she does 90% of the writing – and it worked out pretty well, I think. I have some other ideas to make Lyn work with me on… but that’s for another time.

I don’t normally write things as dark as Leofric’s story, so it was an interesting stretch. I’m glad I did it and am glad to have some canon to point people at for why Leo’s so hecked up in the head, but for writing? I think I’ll go back to people having minor personal drama and being shot at for a while.

I would link you to my site right now to read more but it’s uh. I’m making a new one and it’s not online yet so you’ll just have to FIND OUT NEXT TIME, ON…

Epilogue: Cynara

It didn’t hit her until Howard had left for the plane home.

They all had plane tickets.  Round trip, arranged by their parents back when they came here.

She hadn’t come by airplane.  The closest her father had come to being involved in her coming here was trying to keep her away from this place — something she ought to thank him for at some point.

Some students had headed out to the village area; she wandered out there to see what was going on, only to see Wyatt getting into a car. Continue reading