The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 17

He threw the long end of his scarf over his shoulder, removed one leather glove, and with his bare hand turned the dial to one. The machine rattled. There was a pop and a hiss from a valve above. Behind a door smaller than his folded handkerchief a muffled whirring sound strained then clicked.

He frowned.

Presently a latch snapped open on its spring, and the door – hinged at the bottom – fell open from the top. Thin chains connecting the door to the machine trembled briefly as they snapped taut and kept the door from flapping completely open. White smoke billowed from the exposed compartment onto the makeshift platform, and out of the cloud emerged a limping, not-intolerably disheveled, blue-feathered wogbaughlin. It coughed several times, waving to disperse the exhaust. It looked up at him – still choking lightly – removed its top hat and held it by the brim with two tiny hands. It swallowed and said, “I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid we’ve run out.”

What’s in a Story?

79 named characters
34 map-worthy locations
10 magical and non-magical artefacts
7 sports, games, and/or pastimes
6 guilds, organizations, or chivalric orders
2½ non-human races
1½ unfulfilled prophecies
1 incorrect use of “who’s”
1 plot conundrum (woops, hmm…)

Those are my final stats for Sir Thomas. I spent February building an encyclopedia of sorts — in the professional parlance: a series bible — to make it easier to reference details as I look ahead to writing the Less Valued Sequels. In addition to the stats above, I have buckets of notes on the cultural aspects of Thomas’s world including economy, medicine, technology, philosophy, language, food, and fashion. Three cheers to Scrivener – the tool made this project a delight. I don’t know how I would’ve accomplished this task without Scrivener, and I can’t imagine going forward without it. It’s fascinating to me that a tool I didn’t even know existed a month ago could become so ineffably integral to my process so quickly.

Returning to Sir Thomas after having set the book aside for so long was a joy. This time around I was most entertained by Pyralis’s Not-Exactly-Moral-Compass, Gorgella’s budding talent in the area of rapid spontaneous deconstruction, the mysterious and masterful mentor Sir Marrok, and the playful relationship between Thomas and Marie. I think Thomas’s little sister, Elizabeth Abigail Farmer, has an exceptional future in store as well.

I also thought this scene where Thomas and his friends confront the Baron’s army would make an excellent book cover illustration:

Thomas took two steps forward and planted himself in their path. Marrok and Philip fanned out behind him. Marie pulled a dagger from somewhere, and behind them Pyralis drew a wand from his coat. Gorgella dropped her pack and stood clutching two more of the oddly-shaped mechanical devices, one in each hand.