Excuses and an Excerpt

Actually, I really don't have any excuses as to why I haven't been posting for about a month. It was just... after two weeks, I felt if I posted again, I would have to make an excuse as to why I haven't been posting. So I waited another week, and another week...

And finally I'm here, home once again from school on break. Spring break, in fact, and even though it is nearly the middle of March (not technically spring), spring has officially begun. 50s and early 60s on and off last week, and it's supposed to be warm all this week too. I really wish I would have brought my sundress, because I certainly would have worn it this week.

Since I have been away for so long, I figure it wouldn't be useful to fill everyone in that's been going on this whole month, because I could write about 10-15 posts at least about everything that's happened. What I'm going to do instead is hop back on the blogging bandwagon and post more frequently, aka a few times a week.

So for my first post back from hiatus, I'm going to put in an excerpt from my newest story in progress. I still have to finish this story, so don't mind if there are grammar/structure errors. This is a battle scene between two of my characters--a necromancer and a mage. Enjoy.

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Sure enough, there was his cousin, Victor—standing in front of the case. His back was to Oliver, so he did not see his cousin. Oliver started to make an attempt to walk up to Victor without him noticing, but his foot stepped on a piece of glass on the floor halfway there and it made a sharp crunching sound. This gave him away, and Victor whipped around, the greedy look in his eyes changing to hatred as he saw Oliver.

   “Cousin, you realize that it will take you quite a while to open that case with the spells Celia and I have placed on it, do you not?”

   “Fool! I have already managed to destroy most of the pitiful spells your girlfriend has placed on the case. Had you gotten here twenty minutes later, the case would be gone and I would be the rightly possessor of my book again, my spells that are rightfully mine!” Victor snarled, brandishing his staff at Oliver.

      “Well, it's a highly good thing that I arrived when I did, otherwise you have already stolen away with it! Once I get the book analyzed from Aheem, I am simply going to extract the useful spells from it and then destroy it so you cannot get your gnarly hands on it!”

      Victor recoiled, as though his cousin had slapped him across the face. “You couldn't possibly be thinking about doing that!” he exclaimed. “That book has been in the hands of necromancers for CENTURIES! To destroy it would be destroying part of the heritage of the gift of necromancers. The gift that you rejected.”

     “Of course I rejected it! Your art is evil, and look at what practicing such magick has made you become! It has made you a selfish monster with no thought to others except for yourself. Is that what you want to do with your life?”

      Victor ignored his cousin's question. “Enough is enough! I grow tired of your needless insults. You know what I want. Give it to me without any trouble and I will not cause YOU any trouble.”

     “No matter, my dear cousin. You have already caused me trouble by destroying my property and breaking into my home! There is not much more that you can do that will cause me any more harm, Victor.”

     Victor laughed then, a gutteral laugh that sent chills down Oliver's spine. “Oh, I could do much, much more harm to you than you could even possibly know, boy. You are simply a mage. I am a necromancer, a darke wizard. We are much more powerful than you naturally. And I have trained in my art for many more years than myself.” He paused. “So, my dear cousin, be prepared to die!”