INTO MAY: Snippets and Aesthetics from Pentegreens Books 2 and 3!
by
R.F. Gammon
- May 03, 2019
Hello, everyone! I'm just here to scream from the rooftops that I WON CAMP NANO!!!!!!!
That means that I've conducted a full rewrite of books 2 and 3 in the Pentegreen series so far this year. Y'all are probably getting sick of me screaming about my novels, so I promise that after this post, I won't say anything else about them for a while. I have lots of awesomeness in the works for this summer! You'll love it (hopefully.)
But for now, I'm going to rant about my favorite children one last time for this season, and then probably won't do much more screaming about them until the fall, when I'll be preparing to write book 4 for NaNoWriMo. *screaming hysterically* Enjoy this little tidbit!
~About the Books~
I've already shared blurbs in past posts, so here's just some general info about these books of mine:
~The General's Children~
Some stats:
127,174 words (I cut three thousand whole words! Whoa!)
second draft (full rewrite! yikes)
72 chapters +epilogue
475 pages
23 plot threads or so
23 plot threads or so
328 occurrences of the whole fire-vs-ice thing
3 torture bits (why am I like this)
3.5 major character deaths
1 stabby family dynamic where your sister will kill you if your father doesn't first
6 POVs
1 massive plot hole
Finished at the end of March
~The Winter's Chill~
Some stats:
120,015 words (with probably 13k more to be added once I address the subplots I glossed over :P)
first draft
73 chapters
0% plot
0% plot
456 pages
13 snowstorms (ish)
0 major character deaths (Hey, I've gotten better!)
42 smirks
3 OP villains
2 ships that the villains are aware of and the heroes are Firmly Denying
7 POVs (help)
Finished April 24!
And with those stats out of the way, I'll give you some snippets! BUT. There's a catch. I'm giving snippets from both books, WITH NO CONTEXT and with no indication as to which book they're from. They're not in chronological order; they're not even divided by book. I just threw them in here in the order I felt like using. *smirks* I also tried to find one per character. All of this is so that we'll be avoiding the big spoilers: who are the 3.5 characters who died in book 2? XD (Also, the lyrics and pictures are just There because they are. They don't really have anything to do with the snippet above or below them.)
~Snippets~
“I’m going to crush that city. I’m going to kill your friends, every last one of them. I’m going to destroy Misue, and your princess will be mine, and you’re going to watch as I do it. And then, in the end, I will kill your precious Kariana. Oh, yes, I know about her.”
He clenched his fists. Not if he had anything to say about it.
“And here’s the best part, Derek. I’m going to tell them as I do it that it’s your fault. You couldn’t save them. Remember this, boy. You can’t save everyone.”
He woke up in the tent, trembling.
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| A new character; credit to Pinterest |
When all of our friends are dead and just a memory//and we're side by side//it's always been just you and me//for all to see///Bastille
"We were told you were crafty, Miss Winslet, but I can't say I needed that warning." Burashna spoke in Venarian now, as though testing her abilities. He towered over her, like he thought his height would intimidate her. He would be dead wrong. "I've heard a bit about you in the past from some of my best men. Despite your impressive resume, they spoke more of your as-impressive failures."
Kariana's brain translated it with a bit of an effort. Venarian was a very foreign language to her, even as of now, and she needed a moment to reply. "What, are you referring to the times I couldn't kill your son? It wasn't for lack of trying."
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| Credit to Pinterest |
There's some things I should've said//I was too afraid//it was just so hard to let you know//and now it's all too late//Lindsey Stirling+Christina Perri
“How old are you?” the boy asks.
She smirks. “No one cares. I pay them money and they give me alcohol. You’re not old enough to drink yourself.”
No, he isn’t, but that hardly matters. The boy tosses a wad of money at the burly man. “As much as that will cover, and pay for Miss Rinaldi’s drink as well.”
She gives him a coy smile. “You must be confident.”
“I have my reasons,” he says, and picks up the hand he’s offered by the setter.
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| Someone who really shouldn't have died in backstory because if she hadn't died...the current events might not be happening. Credit to Pinterest |
Knew I was a robber the first time that he saw me//stealin' hearts and runnin' off and never sayin' sorry//Taylor Swift
“You’re so cold,” he murmured, and stroked her hand in the sling.
“I know,” she said back just as softly, but she didn’t mind anymore.
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| Credit to Pinterest |
Lookin' at the city like I already own it//standin' on top cause I own this moment//I took what was mine, now I won't let go of it//Zayde Wolf
Esma paced in the entryway. It was dark. Almost everyone had retired, leaving only a handful of people in the dining room. The door to that room was open; light spilled out, illuminating the otherwise dark front room. Esma walked back and forth, back and forth, until her head spun from dizziness.
“Are you going to keep walking forever? I’m getting dizzy watching you.”
Elensha’s voice was soft in the darkness, although Esma could not see her amongst the shadows cloaking the corners. The chandelier overhead was shrouded in darkness.
“I’ll walk as long as I have to,” she snapped back.
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| Credit: pinterest |
I don't believe men are born to be killers//I don't believe the world can't be saved//how did you get here and when did it start//an innocent child with a thorn in his heart//12 Stones
“Where did you dig up that hat?”
Martin chuckled and put his hand on his head. His messy brown hair was nearly all hidden by the hat, but it was a truly horrendous one, in a hideous shade of gray with dark stains coating its edges. It had no brim and was practically shapeless, providing only a vaguely head-shaped piece of fur that covered the top of his hair. “Your mother gave this to me, actually. A very long time ago. I can’t imagine you were more than a couple of years old.”
“Mama gave that to you?” And here Esma had been thinking Bernathel was the only person in their family who had any sort of fashion sense. “Where in Firma did she get it from?”
“She made it.” Martin laughed apologetically.
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| Another new character; credit to Pinterest |
If I could tell you now I'd tell you how the world is dark now that you're missing//for KING AND COUNTRY
“I think this is Lord Dauthang we’re dealing with, and that Esma’s safety is crucial, and that we sure as grime aren’t going to let him have her!”
“Does it matter?” Esma repeated again. If everything was lost—if what he had said was true—
“You’re supposed to be the hopeful one here, Esma. Pull yourself together and remember that you have the Mighty One on your side and they don’t. He’s not going to abandon us.”
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| there's too many assassins in this series; credit Pinterest |
Without the mask...where will you hide?//Can't find yourself...lost in your lie//I know the truth now//I know who you are//and I don't love you anymore//Evanescence
Only a few more minutes remained before her father finished his swordplay and came in. He spent two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon practicing; Rishatta had always spent two hours a day working out and two hours honing his skills in Common. Sometimes, Anna wondered if she was secretly the child of a different family, as she had no drive to acquire or perfect any skill.
But she bore far too much resemblance to her father, both physically and in demeanor, to be adopted. She was very much the daughter of Burashna Woods, heart, body, and soul.
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I don't care, go on and tear me apart//I don't care if you do//'cuz in a sky full of stars...I think I saw you//Coldplay
He wore a literal mask.
The version of himself that he watched reached up and took ahold of the mask to yank it off. It itched and the cold was uncomfortable and he didn’t want to wear it any longer.
He’d never felt anything in a dream before, but this time he did. Searing, sharp agony raced through his face. Ow.
If pulling off his mask ached like he was ripping his own skin off… why would he do it?
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| Another character who frankly doesn't even exist in this story but is 100% my favorite even if she did break one of my son's hearts XD |
I'm not a man to hunger for blood, but the spirit can cry//to be younger and fierce and fly//piercing into the sky and higher//Terrance Mann
And as a final tidbit, here's some character art drawn by moi!
And as a final tidbit, here's some character art drawn by moi!
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| I meant to draw them from the book 2 era but it came out awful and I forgot a couple of important details so, here, have this scene from book 1 with Esma and Clarence instead xD |
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| Actual Esma in book 2 |
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| Esma in approximately book 1ish? I dunno (this is an older picture so I don't remember exactly when it's supposed to take place) |
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| The only picture I have of Derek and Kara together that actually came out decent xD |
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| The titular General's children (this picture actually came out really well imo and I'm very proud of it xD) |
Chat with me in the comments! Did I make you go mad with Pentegreen stuff this month? Did the snippet thing drive you up a wall? Basically, am I driving you crazy? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
