In Which I Write a Prologue

So, after reading a blog post about some part of the writing process in some corner of the internet (yes, specificity is something I strive for here on my blog, thank you for noticing) I decided to write a prologue for Noxumbra. So I did. And I reeeaaaaally like it. So I'm going to share it with you. It's short. Just over 100 words long.

Wycliff Copperstone was dead. Taken below the sea with the others aboard The Cayla on its final voyage.

Henley Sayer sat in Wycliff’s study, staring at the newspaper on the desk. There was Wycliff’s name on the list of the dead; a terrifying jolt of familiarity on an inventory of tragedies. The first time the man’s name had been in the news in over a decade.

What would this mean for Noxumbra? And the people in it?

Things were going to change. There was no escaping that.

This had been coming, of course. All men died. Wycliff hadn’t been an exception. But did he have to prove his mortality so soon? Couldn’t he have waited another ten to thirty years?

Henley sighed. Things were going to change. For better or worse.

Probably worse.

I just love this.  There's a chance I won't keep it, but it is interesting and the story beginning on Chapter 1 starts kinda slow. So, either I'll speed it up or keep this or something else altogether. Only time will tell.