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between the flesh and nothing.

Autumn is upon us now. No, not a fragment of my novel. In this regard you will be pleased to know that I decided to make a sort of third draft, in practice I'm rewriting. I'm almost at the end of the first chapter, but the results are more than satisfactory. And bear in mind that many sequences of previous writing are fine, and will be reused. I do not know what it will take for this job, but if I had better start doing it well.
Tuesday is upon us now. Tuesday night at this time I'll be away for college, no Internet, no guitar .. sigh. This update is purely reflexive, so to speak.

When it starts to come the autumn, I immerse myself in a series of reflections landscape. From an artistic point of view, autumn is very interesting. Looking to hours of images from the mist shrouded forest, with snow-capped mountains in the distance maybe. And everything is in black and white. I think back on some mornings in Germany (living study school), and in winter.
The fog enveloped the city parks, and even though they were now 8 in the morning there was hardly anyone in the street. Only the disturbing presence of tall buildings and gray, which seemed immense and empty compared to people who crowded the city center on Saturday afternoon.
The crows cawing. The clouds covered the sky forever, making it colorless, or gray.

Cover of "The Haunting Presence" of the one-man American band Krohm. Black metal, of course.

I was different from what they are now, we say that time has passed. The awareness of being forced into contact with people who knew I would never have understood, that I had deliberately hostile, had made me lonely and misanthropic. I preferred to simply watch the beautiful nature. Precisely for this reason when I travel, whether it is a long journey by train or bus, usually abhor talk with others. Give me a window seat, my iPod (or CD player), and I will be so happy. As a soundtrack at the time I was obsessed with Nargaroth, I liked to listen to find myself thinking in his native land (Germany, in fact).

Cover of "Amarok" by Nargaroth.

But, as surely nobody is interested in the least of my adventures in Germany, I conclude. Some people live for the summer, heat, sun, sea .. I prefer the autumn, with its promise of winter to come. I prefer the mountains, snow, look at the range with conifer forests of infinite extension, as my mind systematically eliminates the elements of the modern landscape (like when I painted with watercolors) and my soul enters into communion with nature, and immersed in thoughts of a most ancient and profound spirituality.
In short, autumn inspires me. To you not?

Well, I leave you to enjoy the video of "Old Europe" of Deadly Carnage, underground group of my good parts.

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The Sign Of Prime Creation


often reflected on my novel lately. I even rewrote the beginning, the first 10 pages. Then, rereading, I realized something. That no matter how beautiful, embellished details "realistic", it is too different from the rest of the book. At this point perhaps you need a premise.
I go on with this book since the days of the medium, it is all originated from a drawing made at the time, which I keep still. This drawing depicts the Eikha of the time, he had another name, with a sci-fi clothing. Initials should be a book of science fiction, fantasy turn took place afterwards, with the reading of Lord of the Rings . The actual drafting work was done strictly on paper, using the notebooks, and often writing in school. I have spent almost seven notebooks. I say almost because on the one hand there was the novel and the other drawings.
Then I copied everything on a PC, do not tell you the time you asked why you get scared. This coincided with the second draft, what was to be final.
Now we reconnect with what was mentioned above: the draft, despite having suffered obvious corrections, should be final. Or not? Let me explain. The style is different from that era that I have now, of course. I could rewrite all the style now, but would an immense task, and I'd take care of Canto Second.
So I decided one thing settle down a couple of little things such as descriptions of the fighting, but I will not use the new beginning, to avoid creating a soup of styles. Rimaneggerò a bit 'old one, with a policy: the reader believe the impossible, but improbable. This is a quote, but I do not know the author. Shall reserve my style then current for the Second Canto.
Ah, keep in mind that, at least in my opinion, the old style is neither better nor worse, perhaps simpler, but just different.

This reflection is also born by the results obtained by the experiment of one of duelli.Due people post here (shrimp and Duke) have criticized negatively to all others, is rather pleased. They are in clear majority, even if they do not have an account to comment on. So what do I think? That the public prefers the style of "old"?
And I would like to know from you what you think. Style "old" or total reworking of the original work to the detriment of honesty?
If its own, it will not like to settle down if no publisher.

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first extract ..


It begins! I decided to start a duel, but not a duel qualsialsi.Questo marks the beginning of the adventure itself. (Chapter II, Part One)


[..] When Eikha Shin and returned for lunch, head of foreigners came to them.
-My name is Nøden, son of Nover.Tu should be Eikha
.- In-person .-
said the girl, cautiously, by studying humans.
Nøden had the typical appearance of one who had survived many battles: the scar was still visible on his cheek and probably would never have disappeared, his beard was not cured. From his mouth you could see that some teeth were blacks, other mancanti.I hair was short and wild, leather armor needed a system and the coat was stained with blood. Alongside
carried a long sword and tied behind his back, a large almond-shaped shield.
-What do you want from me? -
-known that I will be breve.Ho know how to use the sword .-
-I did not know to be so famosa.Comunque yes, I manage .-
-Would you fight me? "A friendly encounter, of course .-
added, noting the conciliatory very little expression of Shin.
-Why should I accept? -
-I travel to the realms still free to find someone who wants to fight with me to refine my techniques and get better
.- The young man was silent, not knowing what to answer.
-How did you know about me? -
-Do you see a woman ready to draw his sword to his homeland for a long time, it is normal entries hasten .- Nøden answered promptly. Shin looked him
from top to bottom with a critical eye, then, without even consulting with Eikha, made his decision.
-C 'is a meadow near the river, not far from here. Just turn left out of the inn and then right at the end of the Contrada of Lanaiuoli.
Nøden nodded.
-Well, see you there at the seventh hour .-

[...]
still was not cold enough to have to shoot with blankets, but especially in the north, and in these times, there were people milling around in coat and cap even in midsummer.
Nøden stood leaning on his sword, while his men were sitting further away, talking happily and betting on the challenge, as they were always used to do when someone challenged Nøden.
-So, you bet on who, Zeil? -
Nøden-Su, and who else? -
-I try Eikha.-S 'up another.
-Are you sure, Harrek? -
-Today I feel in the mood for rischiare.E bet ten weird girl on idsi .-
proclaimed showing a handful of coins with the image of a crescent on one side and a stylized human figure other. Fifteen-up
Noden.-proclaimed one.
-Wait, damn, I must take note! Harrek-protest, which usually took care to mark the bets and how they were going.
-Zeil how much you bet? - Ten-
idsi on Nøden .-
-Altrettanto.-muttered another, intent to search in your purse.
-Be silent, you begin! -
Eikha had arrived.

Their blades met in a flash of light after noon.
She studied the face of concentrated Nøden, trying to interpret his expression, while the swords and their faces were close.
they separated, and continued with renewed vigor. Initially
Eikha could easily support the impetuous attacks of the mercenary, then began to find some difficulties. Every time I tried to hit him, or any right rovers was blocked by his sword or shield.
seemed that nothing could tire him, yet he himself was surprised by the resilience of the young.
Was caught off guard by his reflexes and his ability, not realizing that he had already encountered in other warriors, but now that he was a young girl to have them made him uneasy.
Simply, for the first time, the great Nøden struggled to react to the attacks, nor too difficult or elaborate, but carried by a female.
But he was a mercenary and not get caught was his job.
After a few shots he managed to regain control of the situation, forcing Eikha to retreat.
But the girl did not budge, responding tit for tat, almost instinctive level.
Man rovers in a textbook, he moved the blade from the bottom up, to destra. Eikha alzò il braccio per parare tale colpo, scoprendosi abbastanza per permettere a Noden di colpirla sul petto con lo scudo. Eikha imprecò, odiando per un istante la sua natura femminile che l’aveva dotata di un seno, anche se ancora non del tutto cresciuto. Vi aveva portato il braccio libero davanti come copertura, ma non era servito a molto.
Era stata sbalzata indietro, ma riguadagnò la posizione di poco prima e si abbatté con un fendente sull’uomo, ignorando il fatto che la spada cominciava a essere pesante e il contraccolpo ai polsi doloroso quando lo scudo la bloccò. L’impatto si trasferì sul corpo di Noden, e fu il suo turno di indietreggiare.
Non può essere!Com’è possible? Nøden is a skilled mercenary, I seriously army only a few years ...
Then, in the moment fatal Nøden of parrying a blow, and suddenly felt a new sensation. The
hurt the heart, it was as if someone had installed in her,
He had never felt such pain, and, moreover, continued to increase according to the second. Every breath was costing an immense effort.
ignored him, pretending that it was a common wound received in battle and that she was a soldier. The mercenary
noticed that something was wrong, and decided to take advantage. Not stopped, looking rather to penetrate the defenses of the girl who now declined the attack, had barricaded behind a shield formed by the continuous and accurate movement of the sword, using only defensive techniques, waiting for that unusual sensation abandons her. This was
.
Suddenly, quickly, as he had come, the pain disappeared, but did not go away without leaving something in Eikha.
Suddenly his consciousness of what was happening around him grew, the voices of distinguished fellow of the mercenary, even gasps of Nøden, and the sweetness of the wind, and the flow of the river, and the whirling of the blades, the his sword move almost independently.
She could not interpret their meaning, but including the extent and value of the change only shortly thereafter.
Nøden also beginning to be tired, but tried not to show it.
In the sky, the dark clouds began to gather.
-Pare is about to piovere.-Nøden commented with a grin.
-I seem to be fighting ore.Non're tired, little girl? -
-dillo If you want to surrender that we end up now!, She said, returning to the attack.
"But one thing I agree. This battle will be over soon .- He added. Its blade
described an arc, from top to bottom, from right to left. The mercenary was opposed with his sword, and went Eikha all its remaining strength in one blow. Then there escaped the sword of his Nøden was replaced. The happening same thing, but their positions had reversed. She moved to the side of a sudden, when it was certain that Nøden repeating the same girl action just now. While the man was pushed forward by force, she acted.

I should have done before, that I was stupid ... the blame should be of the strange ill just now ..
jumped.
He made an amazing aerial somersault and landed behind Nøden.
Before they could do nothing to stop, Eikha, just landed, surprising even herself, planted his sword into the ground, both hands in front of him spaced a span gave rise to a real lightning that After some small shock warning from hand to hand that does not damage Eikha, struck in the middle of his opponent.
was not lethal, but strong enough to throw off the mercenary. She took up the sword and pointed it at the man's throat with a speed that surprises Nøden, but Shin, who paused to think about the seemingly instinctive gesture, which could end the life of a man.
Harrek rubbed his hands, thinking that that day would earn a lot.
[..]

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Why would I want you to read my book.


Why the female characters do not fight with useless and ridiculous bikini leather / steel / chainmail. And they have swords unlikely cristallo.Perchè there are the usual elves, dwarves, gnomes, orcs and various trivia. Because nobody could ride a dragon, here. Because, let's face it, the lonely and tormented protagonist's stew. Because I've tried to document where possible. Why can not I see a good reason to talk about guilds when the Italian word is corporations. Because the equations
beautiful and ugly = good = evil do not apply.
The rest you will discover along the way.
will follow in later posts, fragments of the first Canto, the first book.