This as you know is just the beginning of the Road to Luimere. The writing. Next in our adventure will be the completion of editing and allow a few friend of mine play the role of test reader. I believe that part may be trickier than actually writing the book. I have a rather impressive list of people looking forward to reading it. I think it's a really good, but I can't go own my own opinion as a writer is his own biggest fan and his worst critic. For all I know it's a big heap of cow dung.
Following the beta reads we enter into revisions taking to heart the comments and suggestions of the readers to smooth out kinks and correct awkward wording. Then I torture my step mother one more time with editing. Next is deciding were I'm going to sell and what kind of formatting is required. Amazon is a given, but I'll want to look at the other places as well. Well that today's update as all ways Thanks for reading.
Today 's Sample will be from chapter 12 Marcus get a new suit from a Gnome Talior by the name of Richie.
I
pulled off the highway and we made our way through the busy streets
of Luimere. I found a parking spot in the small lot behind the
boutique. I exited the steam-powered car and opened the back do to
let Lucy out. She settled her hand in the hook of my bent arm and we
walked around the front of the building.
The front featured two large
windows displaying complete garments. They were flashy and nothing I
would personally wear but the craftsmanship was very impressive. We
walked up to the door and Lucy knocked on it twice. An elderly gnome
about three feet in height wearing gold jeweler's glasses answered
the door. He wore a sky blue button down shirt with a vibrant purple
bow tie. He wore ash gray and white pinstriped pants held up by
purple suspenders and a black leather belt. He spoke in an accent I
could not place.
“Miss
Lucy it has been too long. Oh, you look so fabulous. I'm amazed this
fits you so well. And look at this fine specimen of a man. Please
both of you come inside.”
“It
is good to see you, Richie.” Lucy said as we entered the Boutique.
The two of them exchange quick kisses on each cheek.
“How
has business been?”
“It
has been well, The competition is fierce but I still have my wits
about me. Needless to say your mechanical stilts put me on a level
playing field.”
“That
is good to hear. This is Marcus Moore. He is a close friend of mine
and will be my guest for the Silverstein's event this evening.”
“Hello.”
I said.
“And
what a man. I don’t think I've seen eyes so golden before.” He
clutched a small hand around my thigh and then my forearm. “Oooh,
he's in shape too. Lucy you brought me a gem to work with.”
“Wait
till you see him with his shirt off.” They both laughed
wholeheartedly as we walked into the back of Richie's workshop.
The room was perfectly
circular. Along the walls were row and columns filled with roll of
fabrics. There were racks covered with various leathers and Shelves
filled with materials to make jewelry and accessories. In the center
of the room was a raised pedestal about two feet in diameter. The
light brown carpet was worn in tight circle around the pedestal.
“Now
Marcus come with me. You will need to remove these garment for me to
see the canvas I have to work with.”
Richie took me by the hand and
lead me over to the raised pedestal. I reluctantly removed my
clothing save my underwear. Richie folded each piece respectfully and
placed them on an empty shelf. He and Lucy stood next to one another
and stared. Richie then tapped a button on the floor next to him and
the pedestal began to slowly rotate.
“Lucy,
He has the body of a God. The scars makes him all the more appealing.
Are you certain he is not a present for me?”
“He
belongs to no one, Richie. However I’d be lying if I said I have
not enjoy his company.”
“Um.
I am standing here.” I said.
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