We are on schedule with RAVEN. As of now we have eleven chapters written and that’s almost 20% of the book. (Yes, RAVEN will be shorter than TERRA LUNA.) Today, we’ll share with you some scenes we particularly like.
Here Banning MacTamick is hard at work:
“Banning found himself with a bit of a problem. He wanted to draw her with some dignity, but the black-tailed jackrabbit is a ridiculous-looking thing. She appears to have been assembled from parts meant for other animals. Her ears are not long and folded against her body like those of a respectable rabbit. They resemble gravy boats that have been sewn onto her head. She also lacks a cotton-ball tail. Her’s appears to be the stubby end of a wolf’s tail, which Coyote the Trickster switched out while everyone was sleeping. Surely the wolf was annoyed the next day, when he woke up and found himself with a tiny little thing from a medicine bottle stuck to his backside. Banning laughed at the idea — silently, so as not go bother his animal friends — and made a note to tell Raven the story. I bet she knows a lot of Coyote lore.
The black-tail finished her bit of Douglas fir and moved on.”
See what we mean?
Here’s a scene where Banning and Raven are getting to know each other, over breakfast:
“You drink tea, then? I’ve got some around, I think.”
“Actually, I don’t drink anything with caffeine,” he said. “I get way too hyper.”
“Yeah, I know lots of people like that,” she said absently. “I wondered if my Treehouse would bother you — whether you were afraid of heights. I guess not, huh?”
“I am afraid of heights, but not like most people,” Banning said, before he remembered not to. If I tell her the rest, she’ll decide once and for all that I’m a freak. And crazy.
“How are ‘most people’ afraid of heights?” she asked.
“They’re afraid of falling. I . . .I’m afraid of jumping. I get to the top of something, and I want to let go. I’m not suicidal,” he added quickly. “I don’t want to die! It’s just that I always had this feeling that if I stepped off, I’d stay in the air. I could go even higher if I didn’t have anything holding me down. I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear me being nutso.”
“You think you would fly?”
Banning hesitated. “It’s more that I don’t think I’d fall.”
“How long have you felt that way?”
“As far as I can remember,” Banning admitted. “I’ve climbed trees and buildings since I was a child. But the feeling I get at the top scares me. I’m very happy going up, but when I get to the top it’s not enough.”
“I’ve felt the same way all my life,” said Raven. “Ever since I can remember, the only thing I really wanted was to fly.”
They stared at each other over the remains of breakfast. For a moment, a wild energy surged through Banning’s body. I will fly. The sky is my home. Something must have showed in his face, because Raven flinched. She recovered before Banning could apologize — for what? — and began to clear away the breakfast scraps