Oh, dread juvenalia, no!

Like an unfortunate pox, I've caught a meme from blackaire. The trunk novel meme.

I just reread all 100k words of my Dread Juvenalia, Falling Towers. It's a dog's breakfast, plot-wise, and full of scaffolding, not enough contractions, manpain, adolescent angst, statements of the obvious, and way too much inner monologue, but I'm still very fond of it. It also reads like a Venn diagram of authors I was ripping off in any given scene. (Jennifer Roberson, George Martin, C.J. Cherryh, Lynn Flewelling...) Not to mention the scene I'd completely forgotten about, when one character asks another "What gods do you pray to?" Seriously--this is comedy gold.

( The beginning... )

( And a portentious dream sequence toward the end )

Magic Swords, Spunky Princesses, Witch Queens, Daring Escapes, White Stags, Psychic Connections--this book had it all! A Random Thief even shows up toward the end, as if High Fantasy Council had realized I didn't already have one in the party and had him overnighted to fill the void.

Actual chunks of plot will be repurposed in The Bone Palace, along with the characters. I wonder how much else I could salvage.