"That was the caption on a photo."
This is all I had written from a post began in 2012: the title and this first sentence. I don't remember where I was going with it.
I also don't remember when or how or why I wove this element into Bryony, but I do remember mentally working on the story in the dark of night while throwing newspapers and watching the mist rise from the canal and drift through the surrounding neighborhoods as I did so, very nurturing to the story.
In fact, the first line of the first book refers to the mist, and in repeat readings, the reader will read it with a different perspective:
As the fog rolled inland off the lake, the approaching dusk grew uncommonly gloomy.
And more references in Bryony:
Mist ascended from the lake and hovered on the path directly above Melissa.
A gauzy film hovered above the trees like a giant spider web, but the sky over the lake was clear.
The mist thickened and rolled across the road toward the drive.
She tried to scream, but thick, white mist strangled her.
The mist danced at her window, and hazy moonlight filled the room.
The last thing Melissa noticed was mist rising past her bedroom window.
She did not see any mist, but she never saw it in town.
One from Visage:
As she turned onto that familiar drive, she glanced backward at the entrance to the woods. Of course, she saw no mist. Why should she?
And one from Staked!
She wandered into Simons Woods and demanded the once dreaded mist to appear.
And one from the last book of Before the Blood:
A strange mist came to town and settled over her lake. The lake always had mist, but this was a different mist, a moving mist, an alive mist. It danced in her mind and toyed with time.
This is all I had written from a post began in 2012: the title and this first sentence. I don't remember where I was going with it.
I also don't remember when or how or why I wove this element into Bryony, but I do remember mentally working on the story in the dark of night while throwing newspapers and watching the mist rise from the canal and drift through the surrounding neighborhoods as I did so, very nurturing to the story.
In fact, the first line of the first book refers to the mist, and in repeat readings, the reader will read it with a different perspective:
As the fog rolled inland off the lake, the approaching dusk grew uncommonly gloomy.
And more references in Bryony:
Mist ascended from the lake and hovered on the path directly above Melissa.
A gauzy film hovered above the trees like a giant spider web, but the sky over the lake was clear.
The mist thickened and rolled across the road toward the drive.
She tried to scream, but thick, white mist strangled her.
The mist danced at her window, and hazy moonlight filled the room.
The last thing Melissa noticed was mist rising past her bedroom window.
She did not see any mist, but she never saw it in town.
One from Visage:
As she turned onto that familiar drive, she glanced backward at the entrance to the woods. Of course, she saw no mist. Why should she?
And one from Staked!
She wandered into Simons Woods and demanded the once dreaded mist to appear.
And one from the last book of Before the Blood:
A strange mist came to town and settled over her lake. The lake always had mist, but this was a different mist, a moving mist, an alive mist. It danced in her mind and toyed with time.
Illustration by Kathleen Rose Van Pelt for "Bryony."
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