I have started a blog though, and have been sort of attempting to keep it up.
I want to get back to the Daz art, and hope to do so after the new year anyway.
I have a bit from the current novel, so you all know I'm still plugging away at it....
Alex blinked. She frowned. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffled. Kazi immediately was at her side, his hand on her shoulder. "Shut the hell up, Janassi," he snapped irritably, "she doesn't need reminding."
"Bite me, Gerik!" Gareth snarled back. "If you hadn't been shot about a hundred times, I'd--"
"Oh shut up, both of you!" Eridan thundered, glaring at both men. "Things are bad enough without the lot of us fighting amongst ourselves."
March watched his son effortlessly take command of the room with a faint, wry smile. He calmly sipped his lager and let Eridan continue.
"What we've seen today has been horrifying, yes. And it was Jeron's intention for it to do just that to us. To horrify and demoralize us so that we will stop fighting back. We love both those young men. To see one of them alive after we thought him dead is hard enough, but to see him turned into a monster trained to attack our beloved Director is even worse."
Alex stared at him in open-mouthed shock, as were several others in the room.
"Why do I point this out after scolding you for reacting with violence to it? Because as horrifying and shocking as it is, we cannot let ourselves blur the memory or try to put the terror from our minds. Gaston and Tiernan need our help. And I, for once, will not rest until we have both of them here, under our protection. Back in the arms of those who love them."
The room fell silent for several minutes.
Alex finished her cup of ale and set it aside.
"How?" she said finally.
Eridan looked at her. He took a very deep breath and smiled sadly. "I don't quite know just yet," he said. "But I'll figure it out."
"Damn straight," Dorrian growled. "I'm not going to let Silstrun destroy what's left of that boy and my best friend."