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katiefooleryA while ago, I wrote a story with the rather over-long title of Why I Ran Away and Joined the Nunnery. It was a fun story to write and I'd like to try and get it published eventually. As it is, it needs a little work.
But this is not why I'm here today. No, the reason for that concerns one of the characters within the story. Namely, Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds.
I don't know where Ikvar came from. I really don't. I blame the main character's grandmother, actually. After all, she was the one who ran off and consorted with demons in the underworld. And then brought one of them to the wedding of the main character's sister.
So there they were: Ellerie (my main character), her grandmother and Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds, standing around making small talk. I think Ellerie's grandmother was trying to prove something, to be honest. Perhaps she wanted everyone to know that you're never too old to have a fling with a demon of the underworld... It was the first scene I wrote, although it comes about half-way through the story. And it goes a little like this:
I love Ikvar dearly, even though he's a minor character in the story. He has a handy of habit of incinerating inconvenient people and setting things on fire. I accept that this latter trait is not always handy, but it certainly would be if you were cold. Or wanted to burn a city to the ground. Or something.
Nevertheless, he is insanely powerful, quite evil and very black of heart.
So imagine how I felt when I saw an email from Ikvar in my email in-box this morning.
It made my day, that email. Alas, I have no idea where I got the name from: it just popped into my head and made itself at home. I didn't even stop to think there might a real Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds...
But this is not why I'm here today. No, the reason for that concerns one of the characters within the story. Namely, Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds.
I don't know where Ikvar came from. I really don't. I blame the main character's grandmother, actually. After all, she was the one who ran off and consorted with demons in the underworld. And then brought one of them to the wedding of the main character's sister.
So there they were: Ellerie (my main character), her grandmother and Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds, standing around making small talk. I think Ellerie's grandmother was trying to prove something, to be honest. Perhaps she wanted everyone to know that you're never too old to have a fling with a demon of the underworld... It was the first scene I wrote, although it comes about half-way through the story. And it goes a little like this:
| It was easy to say when the trouble started. It was when my grandma turned up with her latest beau on her arm. Beacuse that beau just happened to be Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds. "Well well, a wedding," said Ikvar, exuding an actual aura of pure darkness. "Did you bring our present, dear?" Grandma asked. "I ate it," Ikvar said, looking malevolently sheepish. "You ate an entire orchestra?" Grandma asked. Ikvar blushed. "There's my little Ellerie," Grandma said, dragging Ikvar over to meet me. We shook hands politely, which left me feeling extremely nauseous. "So this is Ardor," Ikvar said with a sneer. "Weaklings. They have no-one who could defy me. I could destroy it with a single thought!" "Not now, dear," Grandma said. Ikvar burped. The sound had a distinctly musical flavour. (link) |
I love Ikvar dearly, even though he's a minor character in the story. He has a handy of habit of incinerating inconvenient people and setting things on fire. I accept that this latter trait is not always handy, but it certainly would be if you were cold. Or wanted to burn a city to the ground. Or something.
Nevertheless, he is insanely powerful, quite evil and very black of heart.
So imagine how I felt when I saw an email from Ikvar in my email in-box this morning.
It made my day, that email. Alas, I have no idea where I got the name from: it just popped into my head and made itself at home. I didn't even stop to think there might a real Ikvar, Destroyer of Worlds...