Seven - Book 2

A Novel in Thirty Days

By Omouse

Sounds daunting, doesn't it? Intriguing?

So why not give it a try… or so I thought.

 

So, it's about time for YEAR II of my NaNoWriMo madness and those of you who have read my 2002 entry have realized, it really doesn't have much of a solid ending. I did that on purpose… I promise. The second book will continue to follow the adventure of the seven Great Mages as they deal with their newly acquired powers.

Omouse1@earthlink.net

So you want a word count?

And oooh, oooh, take a look at my spiffy cool map of Galadin!

How about a link to my Partner in Crime, Liarbyrd?

 

So Here Goes…

November 1, 2003

November 11, 2003

November 21, 2003

November 2, 2003

November 12, 2003

November 22, 2003

November 3, 2003

November 13, 2003

November 23, 2003

November 4, 2003

November 14, 2003

November 24, 2003

November 5, 2003

November 15, 2003

November 25, 2003

November 6, 2003

November 16, 2003

November 26, 2003

November 7, 2003

November 17, 2003

November 27, 2003

November 8, 2003

November 18, 2003

November 28, 2003

November 9, 2003

November 19, 2003

November 29, 2003

November 10, 2003

November 20, 2003

November 30, 2003

 

 

 

So you haven't read Seven Part 1? Here you go!

November 1, 2002

November 11, 2002

November 21, 2002

November 2, 2002

November 12, 2002

November 22, 2002

November 3, 2002

November 13, 2002

November 23, 2002

November 4, 2002

November 14, 2002

November 24, 2002

November 5, 2002

November 15, 2002

November 25, 2002

November 6, 2002

November 16, 2002

November 26, 2002

November 7, 2002

November 17, 2002

November 27, 2002

November 8, 2002

November 18, 2002

November 28, 2002

November 9, 2002

November 19, 2002

November 29, 2002

November 10, 2002

November 20, 2002

November 30, 2002

Last year's word count chart?

And how about a dragon poem…

by Andy Cohen (a.k.a. the spouse of Liarbyrd)

 

 If dragons wrote modernist poetry:

 

Burnt down your castle,

 Ate all your crunchy dwarves,

 Rolled around in your gold,

 Stole your daughter.

 

 Sorry. My bad.

 I could not help myself.

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