Working on Merran's next chapter. I spend hours catching up with stuff, another hour or so on how I'm going to do this or that bit that I haven't done before, then I spend a couple more hours getting names that feel right, and I have an hour or two before I'm falling over for want of sleep.
But soon. Not quite Real Soon Now, but Soon.
On the sound of names and other words:
Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels,
Weary grow the holidays when you miss the meals,
Through the Gate of Treason, through the gate within,
Cometh fear and greed of fame, cometh deadly sin;
If a man grow faint, master, take him ere he kneels,
Take him, break him, rend him, end him, roll him, crush him with the wheels.
Behemoth is my serving man!
Before the conquered hosts of Pan
Riding tamed Leviathan,
Loud I sing for well I canRESURGAM and IO PAEAN,
IO, IO, IO, PAEAN!!
Read these aloud and let the shape of the words shape your voice.