Yesterday I indicated I needed to have something of a planning session to bang out some plot for the Terminus storyline I’ve been hacking out from Ian’s paintings. Just now I’ve reread what I wrote initially when I introduced my original main character in The Maker’s Marcail.
That character differs from what I recall. I wrote her in first person. I wrote her older and less human than I remembered. I expected to find a young innocent a la Tritti. Instead, I found a mysterious soul-binding alien in a human body—I guess. I like that, but I don’t remember it that way. She’s a guileless saviour.
How did she get to Terminus and what has she come to accomplish?
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