Conversation with Danyel and Tayel

Christopher: Scribbler? (looks around the misty white space which is currently the Cauldron)

Tayel: (silver triangles appearing before the rest of his violet blue eyes, followed by his face and the rest of him) She’s empty, off in the real world. Nothing but an echo which is us.

Christoper: (looking him up and down) You do have a way with words. Not to mention appearing out of nowhere.

Tayel: The shadow is calling the mist opaque. Most amusing.

Christopher: More riddles, you do like them, don’t you?

Tayel: Ask me no questions. I’ll try not to make the truth too painful.

Christopher: Is there such a thing as a not too painful truth?

Tayel: That was a question.

Christopher: It’s going to be a very short conversation if I cannot ask questions.

(A small, pale hand reaches out to touch the center of Christopher’s back. Christopher starts and spins to see Danyel, a slight boy with tousled golden hair and violet blue eyes very like Tayel standing there.)

Danyel: Not to mention Tayel hates answering them. I think this is his way of telling us he doesn’t want to talk. Hello, Christopher. (blushes) Sorry if I scared you.

Christopher: Hello, Danyel. I don’t think your twin likes me very much.

Danyel: He doesn’t like anybody. Don’t take it personally.

Tayel: Take it personally, Christopher, Happily Ever After, or whatever name you choose to hide behind.

Christopher: Why? What did I ever do to you?

Tayel: Stole what’s most precious to me. In the past, in the present, or in the future.

Christopher: I’ve given you far more than I’ve ever taken, as I recollect.

Tayel: You’re always losing your recollections. Don’t trust them or spoil plots to come.

Danyel: I think we’ve spoiled quite a few plots, already, don’t you think? Christopher didn’t say anything too revealing.

Tayel: Revelations come in many forms. As always you side with the revealer, Danyel.

Christopher: I’m still baffled by why you dislike me, Tayel.

Tayel: Dislike isn’t as close to the truth as distrust. No matter how fair or friendly a face you put on, I distrust it. I certainly don’t want Danyel getting too close to you.

Christopher: (wincing) I can’t say I blame you. I don’t entirely trust me either. (frowns a bit) You were once part of me, though. What does that makes you?

Tayel: (scowls) There you go, asking questions again. Shadows hunger for what they once possessed. This doesn’t mean the possessed are about to let themselves be taken. (his eyes glitter with a knife blade fierceness)

Danyel: (moving to touch his twin) Tayel, there’s no need for that. Christopher hasn’t threatened us.

Tayel: Yet. (He presses his own fingers on top of Danyel’s. Both twins disappear.)

Christopher: (watching them go) I guess that’s end of that conversation. And still no sign of the scribbler. It does get rather lonely without her. Or the twins. (sighs) I wish Damian, Peter, or ‘Brie would show up. Or Quartz with some eggnog.

Duessa: (eight disembodied eyes opening in the whiteness) Are you yearning for companionship, tidbit? I could come and keep you company.

Christopher: (turning pale) Err, I think that’s enough for this blog post!


#RainbowSnippets: My Tool, My Treasure

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of LGBTQIA+ fiction, go here…

I’ll be picking up where I left off last week in My Tool, My Treasure…


This was why they were all here. Only the Followers weren’t here for Dyvian’s sake. Not all of them. Leiwell doubted they cared about worshipping Seraphix, other than in a pragmatic fashion. Each villager of Omphalos who’d accepted Seraphix’s talisman wished to use their newly created god to gain their hearts’s desire. To be transformed into their own ideals, using the power they’d fused into their coins, which they’d channeled into their wishes.

Me Me Monday: Conversations with Christopher…and Quartz

Christopher: Where is everybody? Scribbler? Quartz?

(There’s a contented belch which comes out of nowhere. No, wait, a crystal coffin materializes within the space of the Cauldron.)

Christopher: I’m from the Shadow Forest. I should be used to the landscape shifting and changing, yet there’s something disturbing about that. (He takes a cautious step in the direction of the coffin.) Um, Quartz?

The lid slides open. A dwarf with a nose currently red enough to rival Rudolf’s pokes his head out, blinking bleary eyes.

Quartz: ‘ullo, Christopher, my lad. You’re looking pretty as a picture, almost like my poor Fairest. (He hiccups.)

Christopher: (gives him a wary look) Are you drunk?

Quartz: Fun thing about being in the scribbler’s imagination. Hic! What she thinks about, I can taste…and consume. Her imagination introduced me to eggnog. Hic! Do you know what happens when you mix eggnog with mead?

Christopher: Err, no.

Quartz: Neither do I. (takes a deep breath, gets his hiccuping under control, scowls) Because the scribbler won’t try it.

Me: (I’m currently a disembodied voice) Eggnog and mead? That could be interesting…or really nasty.

Quartz: Like mixing eggnog with Bailey’s is any better. That’s rich…literally.

Me: I haven’t had a Bailey’s with eggnog! Not this year!

Quartz: No, you just devoured the better part of a paneforte. Not to mention-

Me: Fine, fine, it’s the holidays! I’ve been eating a lot. Too much.

Christopher: It seems like we’ve hardly seen you lately. Where have you been?

Quartz: We miss you, scribbler.

Me: Really?

Quartz: Of course. Our stories aren’t going to write themselves.

Me: I might have known there would be an ulterior motive.

Christopher: Which brings me back to my question. Where have you been?

Me: It’s not like I’ve been idle! I’ve been working on all kinds of stuff.

Christopher: What kinds of stuff?

Me: Blog posts like this one. Wrapping presents. Writing reviews-

Quartz: Ah ha, I knew it! You’re reading!

Me: Well, I have all these books I’m in middle of or close to finishing, so I thought I’d use that challenge from Goodreads to try to finish some of them.

Christopher: What challenge on Goodreads?

Me: To finish 100 books before the end of the year. I easily have a hundred books on my Kindle I haven’t completed, along with all the physical books on my shelves. Plus there are all the books I want to read again that I haven’t listed on Goodreads or written a review for.

Quartz: In other words, we have to fish you out from under a pile of books. (He pulls himself out of the coffin and stumbles away from it.)

(The coffin transforms into a pile of books. You can see my eyes, peeking over the shadow of a few covers.)

Quartz: Heh, I thought so. Scribbler, you’ve got a positive talent for going to extremes.

Me: I swear, I’m trying to lead a more balanced life. Maybe that should be my New Year’s resolution, to try to lead a more balanced life between reading, writing, eating, drinking, everything else in my existence.

Quartz: (rolling his eyes) Right. You. Balanced.

Christopher: Enjoying a good book is all well and good, but don’t forget to write. Remember you yourself get cranky when you’re not writing enough.

Me: Very true. In fact, there’s something I need to go write. A letter. If I can just get out of this pile of books…

Christopher and Quartz: …

#RainbowSnippets: My Tool, My Treasure

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQIA+ stories, go here…

Right now, I’m exhausted from holiday activity, no, no rest after NaNo for me. (wry grin) It’s been all I could do to keep up with my blog posts, let alone anything else. I’ve decided to continue on where I left off last Saturday in My Tool, My Treasure…(I posted here, although I didn’t make it to our Facebook spot, sorry!) This is a little bit longer than six sentences, but it’s a very short sentence I added…(apologetic bow)


He snatched his hand away, feeling his index vibrate with a pain which was almost sensuous.

Dyvian lowered his head, fixed his pale gaze upon Leiwell. He stretched his fingers from his voluminous sleeve toward his creation.

“Come to me.” His voice rang with a musical clarity, Seraphix breathing their own energy in his words, reinforcing his conviction.

Leiwell took a step forward to his master, to the one he owed everything to. Yes. This was why he was here.

Conversations with Christopher: After NaNoWriMo

Christopher: Well, it’s over. Only I truly hope it’s not over.

Me: Don’t worry. NaNoWriMo may be over, but I’ve gotten almost 40K of your, or rather Damian’s story down in a story form. Even if it defies standard chronological order. Well, it doesn’t defy it exactly, but it…plays with it.

Christopher: Yes. (He smiles, cheeks coloring, and eyes alight) It certainly does.

Me: Wait, are you glowing?

Christopher: Maybe. Just a little. After all, some of what you figured out while writing My Tool, My Treasure made me very happy.

Me: Well, considering what you’ve already done and the feelings you’ve revealed, the conclusions I came to made sense.

Christopher: Thank you. I can’t say much more without giving away spoilers…but thank you.

Me: Looks like you, Danyel, and Tayel may end up with happy endings after all. I wasn’t sure if you would. (mutters) Now what can I do to complicate things? Or at least put a twist upon matters?

Christopher: What was that?

Me: Oh, nothing.

Christopher: Please. Don’t spoil the moment with your schemes.

Me: I won’t, I won’t…(in an undertone) Heh, heh, heh…

Christopher: What are you muttering?

Me: Nothing, nothing…

#RainbowSnippets: My Tool, My Treasure

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ on their blogs. It can be from their own stories. It can be from someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from different LGBTQIA+ stories, go here…

I’m still mentally in the NaNoWriMo, still running forward even though it’s over…I’ll soon need to shift gears for everything I have to do in December. (wry grin) Here’s a little something more from my NaNo project, right where I left off last week. (Yes, I was here last week, although due to Thanskgiving madness and being on the road a lot, I never did post my snippet on Facebook)…


Not that Dyvian nor anyone else was paying attention to Gryluxx’s jewelry. His talisman didn’t matter. Not in this ceremony. Only one object was sacred to Seraphix, the link between each Follower and their god.

Leiwell reached up to touch the coin around his neck, laying against his bare flesh under his tunic.

The small metal disc scorched his fingers, hissing against his breast.

Me Me Monday: Conversations with Christopher

Christopher: How are you doing with My Tool, My Treasure?

Me: I’m past the halfway point. You know if I added up everything I’ve worked on this month…Morning Pages, brainstorming sessions for my NaNo project, random fragments of My Tool, My Treasure, fanfics, and reviews, what would my word count be? A lot of this is related to my NaNo project, even if it’s in an indirect, inspirational way.

Christopher: Please don’t do that until a few days before the deadline. At least try to see how much you can finish of My Tool, My Treasure.

Me: All right, all right. I’ve also got a Christmas letter to write, which I need to finish soon…but all right.

Christopher: Surely you’ve got more to talk about than the word count?

Me: Well, yes. Much to my surprise, you’re not the main character in this story. Neither are Danyel nor Tayel.

Christopher: No, we’re not. Damian is…and Leiwell.

Me: I’ve noticed you’ve given Leiwell second billing even though My Tool, My Treasure begins with him.

Christopher: I have every reason to. Leiwell wouldn’t even exist in this form if not for Damian.

Me: Well, Dyvian had something to do with it.

Christopher: Don’t talk to me about Dyvian. If there’s a creature worse than Leiwell, it’s Dyvian.

Me: Well, this is a surprise. As Happily Ever After, your feelings toward Dyvian were…complex. 

Christopher: Yes, they’re complex. I’m bound to someone via shadow essence who tries to control me, dominate me, and imprison me in alternate forms. Not to mention I suspect he’s done terrible things to those I care about.

Me: I wonder if the twins didn’t absorb some of your sentiments toward Dyvian when you breathed your essence into them.

Christopher: Once again, I’ve got reason for my antipathy. What happened to Damian, whatever happened to Peter, I sense Once Upon a Time had a hand in their fates. Danyel and Tayel are wise to be frightened of him.

Me: I’m trying not to spill any more of our stories’s secrets…I’ve already spilled too much at this Cauldron. I’m not saying any more.

Christopher: I wish you’d spill a little more.  It’s a relief to see Damian playing a major part in this NaNo project, but what about Peter? What has Dyvian done with him?

Me: (looking guilty) I can’t tell you. All I can say is as Once Upon a Time and Happily Ever After, you and Dyvian have certain abilities, enabling you to perform certain functions.

Christopher: I hate it when you get all cryptic.

Me: Why, thank you (smoothing my lapels…only I don’t have any, so I smooth my sweater instead). I do my best.

Christopher: …