http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog Short Stories, Sneak Peeks and Ponders Fri, 19 Sep 2008 19:45:27 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Friday fly by . . . | Lady_Songbird's Xanga Site - WeblogPosted using ShareThis http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/09/19/friday-fly-by-lady_songbirds-xanga-site-weblog/ I will be getting back to overhauling and reorganizing this blog.  http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/09/19/fall-is-in-the-air/ This image grew out of a little study I was doing in organic object modeling --the object being a single fir needle that grew into a tree.  First I had to make the needle, then make the twig, populate the twig with the many needles, then populate a branch with ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/09/13/an-artistic-mood/ "What's your hurry, lad?" the hunter asked, in a low unnervingly calm voice. "I think it's time we got to know each other." He yanked the bridle sharply, causing Star to stomp and toss her mane. "I am Adrian Tearlach, and you are … inconsequential." "Let her go!" William growled, holding ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/05/03/excerpt-from-%e2%80%9cby-right-of-will%e2%80%9d/ * * * "Burn the witch, burn the witch!" The chanting echoed like wardrums against his scull as William was led past the crowd. He bit down against the bridle and closed his eyes, willing himself not to hear the jeers and catcalls made by people he once considered friends, hoping instead ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/02/26/lies-of-succession-chapter-16-sneak-preview/ Chapter 4 Thomas slipped silently into Stonehaven Chapel, obediently dipping his fingers in the font of holy water. "In nómine Patris, et Fílii, et Spíritus Sancti. Amen." He knelt in the first pew before a bank of votive candles. Assuming an appropriate posture of prayer, he waited. The pungent aroma of incense ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2008/02/01/sneak-preview-my-brother%e2%80%99s-keeper/ Scene: Complete black. A scuffle is starting. The sounds of shuffling feet, and bumping around. After a moment voices, both young and old, male and female, some with foreign sounding accents, begin to speak in the darkness. "Hey! That's my foot!" "No it isn't, it's my foot!" "Who's elbow is ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2007/08/06/the-box/  The walk from the garden to the grand doors of the house had never been especially interesting, but everything changed with Arcana's newborn life. Gabriel lingered up the path, allowing his mind to wander from his guests for the moment, marveling at the beauty of the setting sun as it ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2007/07/30/chapter-five-the-significator/ Gabriel surveyed the large round table, noting the place settings Malus had laid out. No two settings were alike, the china and table linens each bearing differing patterns, some depicting whimsical animals or flowers, some adorned with symbols. The tablecloth was embroidered with gold and silver lines connecting at seven ... http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2007/07/24/chapter-four-the-spread/ http://lorrieannrussell.com/blog/2007/07/24/25/