I'm STARVING.
I decided it was time to eat lunch, like, an HOUR ago, and I'm still at the computer. And what am I doing now? I'm writing a blog post. Tssh.
Okay then, what have I been up to? Well, the Tanith novella, as you may have guessed. I have another week of writing on that and then I'll pretty much launch straight into Book 8, provisionally titled Skulduggery Pleasant: People Gonna CRY. But I digress.
On Halloween I did an event in Dublin with my editor Nick Lake and cover artist Tom Percival. It was the first time we'd been on stage together and it was basically a big chat about how the books get made and the process behind it all. Plus I mocked people. It was fun.
And that event also marked another first- the first time the real Valkyrie Cain attended. Laura was sitting at the back beside my agent, and when I mentioned that she was actually here there was an audible gasp around the room and everyone started craning their necks to try and spot her. Laura, for her part, stared straight ahead and tried to attract no attention whatsoever. I'm fairly sure she emerged unscathed by the whole experience- thought she DID glare at me afterwards.
That night we all went out to dinner, fifteen of us, and many laughs were had. Presumably. I spent the next day with Nick as he tried to get me to decide what to write once Skulduggery is over. I have a few ideas, but I'm still not entirely sure what it'll be. Apart from brilliant. We all KNOW it'll be brilliant.
Voting for the Irish Book Awards have come around again. This year I'm up against Anna Carey, Judi Curtin, John Boyne, Darren Shan and Eoin Colfer. That's a pretty impressive list by anyone's standards. I didn't win last year- Anna did- and to be honest I had THE best time. I actually like not winning. It means you can hold a conversation with someone without interruption.
Every year, I don't ask you to vote for me- I ask you to vote for whoever you think deserves it. And this year is no different. Well, ALMOST no different. The only difference is that this year the last Artemis Fowl book is nominated, and if any book deserves to win...
Just pointing it out, that's all. Not trying to influence you, one way or the other. Ahem.
http://www.irishbookawards.ie/vote-here-for-your-favourite-titles
Let's see... oh, next week is going to be fun! You're going to be getting TWO cover releases here on this Blog. The new paperback cover for KOTW at the start of the week, and the Tanith cover at the end of the week.
See? I'm so good to you.
Now I'm going to eat lunch.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
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Sil2: -leaning against a tree near Loki-
Looking for me?
I gtg, will try and be back on later *hugs* Bye all! *hands them cookies*
(Goodbye Raven.)
Bethany: It is fine... If she was that concerned she'd have taken you now. It doesn't change anything.
Felix: *tiltd her gead * hey...it's okay. You can tell me
(Okay Rhos... *huggles tightly*)
(Byii Night! *snatches all the cookies*)
Good bye Raven)
*huggles Chloe tightly* thank you *smiles*)
*shakes head* I'll be fine... When are we planning on stopping then?
(*smilrs and kisses* Tis okay)
Yeah..
Lets hope you really are good at not being corrupted.. or I might have to treat you differently..
Felix: the lake...*frowns*
(*Kisses and steals the cookies from you* mine!)
(*frowns and looks sad*)
Bethany: I don't want that... I am good at not being corrupted. We will be fine. *hugs her and wraps her wings around her*
Here we are then! *sits down*
Felix: hey... Please tell me what's bothering you
-hugs her back, pressing into the wings-
Good.
(I'll share *offers you some cookies*
*closes eyes and sighs* I told you... I'm fine...
(*face lights up* thank you Cookie Monster !!)
What do you mean?
Felix : no you aren't... *sighd* fine, don't tell me
But how can I make you happy when you won't tell me what's up
Bethany: *wraps her wings tightly around her* Yes. It is. I... think my blood has regenerated.
Sil2: I mean where you looking for me. It's not that hard a question Loki.
(No problemo Snuggle monster! )
*rolls eyes* It doesn't matter... I'll get over it...
Good, you need it.
-nuzzles her neck-
At least she didn't freak too much..
Like, what do you do? In Asgard? In Midgard?
(Awww I wuvs you so much ^,^)
Felix: and what if you don't ? What if you want to die again? If be lost without you
Bethany: I meant more for you...
Yes. She did not react too badly.
Dying's so overrated, I'm so over that now...
I rule my home, I do what is needed to keep the peace between the Nine Realms.
Oh -laughs- right.
Indeed she didn't. Now all we have to worry about is her secretly sending an assassin.
-winks-
Felix: fine ...
*sits in awkward silence*
(Awwwww *eats a cookie* i wuvs soo much too *smiles*)
Felix: *stares out into the lake*
(*nibbles on cookie*)
("Dying's so overrated, I'm so over that now..." xD yes velvet.)
Bethany: She wouldn't...
Do you want more blood?
*sighs* Felix, we came here to enjoy ourselves, can't we just relax and not argue?
(Yay for cookies and Chloe's ^.^)
(Haha, thanks Sil!)
Felix: how are you supposed to enjoy with something bothering you?
(Yay for Rhossie! Everyone should have their personal Rhos!)
I've got used to it with thirteen years worth of bad memories hanging over me...
-smiles-
If you aren't careful I'll get fat on you.
- winks at Beth and hugs her tight-
Do you like me feeding from you?
Felix: but I want you to focus on now ... I'm here now and I'm here to help you
I know that, and the way you can help me is by leaving personal things alone...
(Chloe, you sound like that advert with Harvey the dog and its like
"every home needs a Harvey" and awwwww thank yous)
Felix: fine
That is an interesting claim, Loki. What is it that you do, exactly, to restore peace?
(Do I? And hehe it's okay)
Thank you... Now can we get back to the relaxing?
Felix : okay
*lays on his bak*
There already was peace, Alastair. I have sent my warriors to any realm threatening to break the peace, and any uprisings have been quelled. Why do you question my actions as king?
(-feels like she just shot herself in the chest-)
Just a little bit *nods* and *huggles tightly* )
*copies him* I'm hungry, you got anything?
(*huggles tightly * Awww )
Felix: *closes eyez* there's cake in the basket
Bethany: *hugs her tightly back* Yes, I do.
*mumbles quietly* I think I'll pass...
You do?
-frowns-
Why..?
(awwww to you too Chlo *smiles*)
(aww Sil *pulls you into the huggle*)
Felix: *sits up* now you have to tell me! You never pass on cake!
(*grins*)
(*hugs Silente tightly*)
Bethany: I have no idea... It's just kind of nice?
*turns over to disguise the self conscious glance at my stomach* I just don't feel hungry any more... *stomach rumbles* *cringes hoping Felix didn't hear*
(Chloe, something i just realised,
you can tell how serious Garky is if we're having moments on the blog as well as the ones we already have *smiles and kisses your nose*)
(-hugs Soph back:-)
Okay...
Felix: you are... Please Vel...
Bethany: Would you like more?
(Smiles* that's true
Cheeky)
*coughs*
What about our right to self-govern?
Okay.
-grins-
I see no reason why not to.
*sighs* Valentina's been pestering me for days about the amount of cake I eat and that I'll put on weight if I'm not careful and then also about how you won't like me anymore if I get fat and then you said earlier that cake "makes your belly bigger" and I just thought... *starts crying*
Bethany: *tilts her head to the side, smiling*
Felix : I was just kidding.., oh god I'm do sorry .., I didn't mean it, I would still like you no matter your size *hugs her€
Do you really have that right? We leave Midgard alone, you have not caused a major war within realms.
(I'm iff to bed
Sayonara )
(Bye, Amazinky! Sleep well!)
-chuckles evily and licks all the way up her neck first then gently bites down-
K, Loki. Just try not to kill us and stuff!
Merely because all I've ever seen you do, Loki, is breed chaos. Perhaps you've changed.
(Goodnight Chloe *huggles tightly before you leave*)
I have Asgard, killing an entire race would ruin my glorious leadership of the realm eternal.
I have, Alastair. I have a realm, family, and a sister who is dead useful. I wanted to be equal to Thor all my life, here I can be, I rule Asgard, I am content.
Bethany: *sighs quietly and hisses a little, cuddling up to her*
*sets Sil down on a sofa inside the bunker*
*brings her water and aspiring*
*starts making tea, humming and smiling*
- hugs her close, gently stroking her wings, sucking lightly at the skin around the bite while drinking-
*aspirin
Sil2: Thanks Tanya.. -pops two asprin in her mouth and chases them down with the water, sagging back against the couch-
Bethany: *presses herself against her, putting her head on her shoulder* *her wings stretch out instinctively and move against her hands* *sighs quietly again*
*glances at Sil when she's not looking*
*looks concerned*
*adds some blood to Sil's cup of tea*
*brings Sil the tea*
You need the warmth... Do you want anything else?
(I will be back soon.)
(Okay Soph.)
- smiles, stroking her wings more and sucking more-
Sil2: -takes the cup-
The tea is enough thanks..
-brings the cup to her lips, pausing slightly at the smell of the blood then taking a sip anyway-
Well, in that case, enjoy the tea. Fell free to lie down if you want.
You need to relax until you're feeling better.
I'll be in the kitchen, ok? *smiles erratically*
Sil2: Okay..
-smiles back-
Thanks for the tea.
You're welcome.
Call me if you need me.
*goes to the nearby kitchen and carries on baking a cake*
Sil2: -sags against the sofa again, not sure what to think of Tanya being nice and not having the energy to care-
(I am back.)
Bethany: *presses her wings against her hands, sighing* *presses herself against her more, moving her neck further to the side*
(welcome back.)
-pauses in her feeding, removing her teeth from Betts neck, licking it instead-
*a small explosion is heard in the distance*
(Heya, Trip!)
Who died?
*lands, as a crow, in a tree near the explosion*
Bethany: *relaxes more into her arms, her breathing slowing* *closes her eyes, sighing as she does so* You're supposed to be... drinking...
(Herrow, how are ll of ye?)
*Crowlistair sees a person coated in a flickering coat of purple fly off to the horizon, followed by a slow and lumbering mech*
-smiles-
I know..
-nuzzles her neck-
*goes towards the explosion*
Bethany: This is good too. *smiles, hugging her closely*
- hugs her closely back-
-sighs happily-
*decides to follow at a fair distance behind*
Bethany: *kisses her neck gently*
-smiles more, shivering slightly-
You're really warm..
*The figure crash lands and skids a short distance. That's been happening a lot more recently. He gets up holding a crystal blade, holding his side*
HELLO? *he bellows* I NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE!
Bethany: Wings are good insulation... *kisses her neck again for a little longer*
-shivers more, sighing happily-
And you're alive.
Bethany: Could I warm you up?
You can try..death is pretty cold..
*flies over and lands on the ground close to Trip*
*as the mech advances, Trip begins to look for hiding places. Unfortunately his bar is on the other side of the hulking death machine.*
Bethany: I... I'm sorry... *wraps her wings around her tightly and a golden aura surrounds them, a warm heat being emitted from the feathers*
- shivers and smiles, pressing into the feathers-
- shivers and smiles, pressing into the feathers-
*shifts back into himself* What are you doing?
Bethany: *increases the heat a little more, cuddling up to her* Is it working?
Oh you know, taking a stroll picking flowers. I thought I'd hold my side to hold off the happy laughter that infects me when everything is dandy!
What does it look like I'm doing, I'm being chased by an unmarked giant mech of unknown origin that has the capacity to blow up small houses! *he says this as if it should have been apparent, as this is a normal activity to undertake*
-cuddles her back-
Mmm..I could get used to this...
Bethany: I hope you do... *increases the heat a little further, putting her head on her shoulder*
- sighs, happy and content-
-nuzzles her neck-
*emerges from the kitchen, carrying a massive cake*
And that's just the first one!
You've been in worse situations. What are you doing standing around and calling for help?
Bethany: *kisses her gently*
Sil2: since when did you bake?
-kisses her gently back, smiling-
I'm calling or help because my power is waning, no thanks to you and your womanising ways, by the way.
As such, I seem to have become more susceptible to ambush by giant mech.
Trip, who do you say is this person chasing you, a giant?
A giant mechanised battle suit.
It's your fault that you abandoned her... *cuts himself off before he says anything else*
*sighs* So, your power is waning. What do you want?
Bethany: Sorry I... I'm rather unsure what to do... Last night was fine because I could watch and learn what you two were doing so I could do it myself but now...
-laughs-
Watch and learn? Beth its fine.
You say your power is waning, perhaps between Alastair and I we can discover a way to help you. *looks at Alastair* Do keep this peaceable.
Bethany: I have never done anything of the sort before...
Alastair, I swear to god if I didn't need you to take this thing down I would be using simple facts to wipe the grass with your skull.
And unfortunately Zaf, you can't, as far as channeller knowledge goes, this just happens.
I was really powerful remember, well, now I'm far, far weaker. It just seems to be the way of things.
Bethany: Nope. Not in above five thousand years. Sad, really.
*stares at Loki* You want to help him?
*takes a long, deep breath* Trip, I swear, if I have to save your life...
No...just sweet.
*places the cake on a large table*
Everyone needs a hobby.
*goes to the kitchen to retrieve the second cake*
Bethany: How?
*With an exaggerated stretch and a yawn, Blake melts out of a shadow next to Trip*
Power is something I know a bit about, got any details?
Sil2: I suppose.
Saving yourself for..someone..
Well, this is how I shall look at it, he lives in Blogland and my children live there too, if he comes and these giants come into Blogland, my children are at risk, I do not like losing family. Helping him will save us all the pains of people dying and reviving them. I would love to watch Trip die, though. I can go for helping or watching him die.
*solidifies next to Blake holding a tray of chips and salsa*
There seems to be a party?
Hey, I cn escape this thing, it's slow and not very accurate. It's random people in the countryside's lives you're saving.
And Blake, it's a fairly standard mech, about twenty feet high, some rockets, a gatling gun, relatively slow and lumbering. All the usual really.
Hey, what did I ever do to you, Loki?
*sighs again* Well, I'm sure the all-powerful Blake Soul can easily handle whatever your problem is.
If you can escape it, why bother asking for help?
Any resistances to magic and whatnot? Some sort of shield device?
Oh Alastair, flattery will get you nowhere. I still want to paint a warning to others like you in your blood at the entrance to Blogland.
No, just a vanilla mech.
And as I said, Alastair, I can outrun it and hold it off, but I am no longer powerful enough to defeat it.
I won't allow that, Blake. As far as I can discern, he's all that's keeping the mother of my daughter alive.
*grabs a chip and dips it in salsa*
*drops the whole tray and jumps around, trying to rub the salsa off her tongue*
Spicy spicy spicy!
Bethany: You...
*shrugs* Living? Alastair, what has you so down, they told me you liked violence.
Maybe... Dug, would you say that's spicy enough to destroy metal?
Well that sounds easy enough. A few solid hits at the joints and it'll fall to pieces. As for not killing Alastair, fine. He does seem to have improved as a person over time.
(For lack of a stimulated mind I dedicate this page to giant robots, because really, who doesn't like giant robots?)
Huh, Loki I just got the feeling you backed up someone's point. Funny.
That oughta do it, Blake. Wouldn't be a problem for someone of your power level.
It is ready.
*walks to the door and opens it*
And now we wait.
I swear Trip, if anyone makes an "over nine thousand" joke...
(I do not have the best track record with large synthetics, actually, Blake.)
I'm sure you would if you could, Blake. Pity we can't always have what we want.
To say that I love violence is only mildly inaccurate, Loki, but either way, Adra still cares for Trip, so I wouldn't see him killed.
*pokes her tongue out of her mouth and looks at it, going cross eyed*
*her tongue is burnt*
Yes. Definitely.
*she picks up the bowl of salsa that miraculously landed face up*
*hands it to Trip*
Here, what do you need it for?
We could easily kill Alastair, but there is not a purpose, the only person who may have a valid reason is Zanida.
Zanida: I hear- *cuts off and nearly drops her sword* Alastair...
I'm going to take down a mech. *puts on some sunglasses and begins to advance towards the mech that just appeared over the cleft of the hill*
With salsa dip.
So! Where is this massive mech that's plaguing you?
Well I shall join you.
*grabs more salsa*
*puts on dark sunglasses*
I shall join you.
Oh. Well that answers that question, I'll come along for backup if you should want it.
*Strolls along beside Trip*
*stands in place and watches them, very much not amused*
Would you like some salsa, Alistair?
*offers him a bowl*
*begins to pour the salsa into super soakers*
Blake, put your sunglasses on, you don't look stereotypical enough yet.
Zanida: This....really....is Alastair Cruciatus standing here, yes?
Oooh! Can I have a super soaker?
No, Dugglyn.
What do you think, Zanida?
*Pulls up his hood, covering more of his face in shadows than the shades would*
Does this work?
Indeed it does, Blake. *passes the super soakers around as the mech unleashes its guns at them, tearing up the soil around them*
Keep walking. Only your plot armour is protecting you now.
*shrugs*
Ok, suit yourself.
*He eyes the watergun skeptically*
Do I have to use this..? Necromancy would be a lot faster.
*grins, holding the super soaker in front of her*
This is awesome!
Zanida: I....I...Have you come here to kill me?
And a lot less fun. Way too easy. Now, *he pumps the gun* aim for the joints.
*Trips rushes forward into action, dodging out of the way of a stream of bullets hugely telegraphed by the gatling gun warming up.*
(Hello, Hope!
Heya, everyone who I forgot to greet!)
*notices that no-one has showed up*
*walks back downstairs*
*sees that Sil has fallen asleep on the sofa*
*lies down with her, and softly cries into her hair*
*Blake sighs as he raises a shied of shadows and walks straight forward into the hail of ordnance*
*Whenever the mech targets another combatant he opens a small hole to shoot out of*
Boo, Blake! Put yourself in danger, trust me! It's more fun! *rolls between the mech's legs and sprays one of its knee joints.*
*turns into mist, floating above the mech*
*solidifying above the mech and squirting at the joints before turning into mist again, bullets flying through the mist*
*the salsa begins to sizzle away at 5the metal it touches, the mech flailing wildly to try and hit its assailants*
*tries to combat roll, but goes on his wrong side*
Argh! Jesus!
(Good night, Sil!)
*He sighs again*
Oh fine, but if I'm doing this I'm going all out.
*The shield reforms into a hollow sword with pores throughout the blade. He dips it into the hot sauce contained in his water gun and charges the mech, slashing at its legs while dancing around its attacks*
(Salsa*, not sauce...)
No. I couldn't care less whether you live or die, Zanida, so long as you're not terrorizing my fiancée.
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