One day I hope you’ll all know more about Tiranvof and wish you could live there and date its inhabitants and have all the other silly thoughts that we have about high fantasy worlds. For now, Tiranvof is just a fantasy of mine, but that fantasy world has been bleeding out onto the blog. If you’ve been following the blog, you’ve actually read a fair bit about it through NaNoWriMo and PerNoEdMo and lately in some of my legal theft pieces.
That being revealed, the legal theft pieces tagged “Tiranvof,” since they are all of the same world, technically have a timeline (though writing the larger story arc may well destroy some of these segments), so for those who are interested in such things (from earliest to latest):
April 2, 2016: “The Creation of the Vatrin” (292 words) The challenge was to write a creation story.
October 27, 2013: “The Rekindling of the First” (564 words) It was a long climb to the crown, and Ryan was exhausted and irritable before they even reached the base of the staircase up to the altar.
June 20, 2014: “Torn” (654 words) Sleep clung to his body like a caking of dirt from the grave.
August 8, 2014: “Vetted” (999 words) He was sick, but it was a good sick, the kind after which he felt better, the kind with which he was all too familiar.
July 14, 2013: “A Rare Encounter” (873 words) The girls spent the week mocking the Rarity Show advertisements, but come Saturday afternoon they lined up to see the six-legged cow with everyone else in town.
August 2, 2013: “Proposal” (559 words) Moran put down his quill, looking across the table at the bent head of the ash-blond boy.
August 2, 2013: “She Will Be Stronger” (428 words) She only wore shoes when she couldn’t avoid them.
September 28, 2013: “Rejection” (571 words) “Supper’s ready, Father.”
June 22, 2013: “Two-Zero” (828 words) “My old eyes are tired. Read to me, Darryn. Start there.”
July 31, 2014: “To Fly” (287 words) “It’s a shame about your face.”
July 7, 2015: “Accommodation” (288 words) They gave her a suite of rooms, all her own, large, elegantly furnished, and with a guard stationed outside the door.
February 20, 2016: “For the Worst Days (519 words) Every woman in Evanston over the age of twelve owned a red dress.
March, 14, 2015: “My Dad Taught Me” (295 words) When charging into dangerous situations you can either be fast and silent or fast and prepared.
August 1, 2015: “Unasked” (861 words) From a distance, no one would be able to tell that the towel tied over her skirt was not part of the dress.
October 28, 2013: “Bedfellow” (323 words) For the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to get out of bed.
November 22, 2013: “Confession” (425 words) Warren eased the door open and poked his head between the jambs.
April 11, 2014: “Saddled” (629 words) When Darryn had been discovered to be living in Evanston, the king had sought Derek out, and Derek had felt honored.
January 3, 2014: “Fresh Air” (748 words) Aidan crept out the door and into the hallway.
January 2, 2014: “Scorched Earth” (467 words) The heavy door was off its hinges, shoved to the side with the top pin still in place and part of the wall hanging off it like a flag.
July 19, 2013: “Perspective” (359 words) For Darryn, who had grown up in the enclosure of the mountains, standing on the edge of the ocean was dizzying in the worst way.
September 18, 2013: “For a Woman” (1253 words) “How long has it been since we had a good bar fight?”
February 20, 2015: “Last Night Before” (318 words) “I can smell your bleeding heart from down the hall.”
July 19, 2013: “Hours Till Dawn” (767 words) Aaron was not getting much sleep.
December 5, 2014: “Trial” (421 words) The breeze sank to the floor as soon as it came through the windows, rolling stubbornly across the length of the room.
August 18, 2014: “Blindsided” (409 words) It took three weeks to sail between the islands, though rough weather could turn it into a more interesting five.