As I’m revising Illumination, passages jump at me from time to time where I think, “Oh, that could be a cool sketch.” It’s a nice way to take a breather. Below are these sketches accompanied by the passages that inspired them.
A few lines, though prose, sang to me with a lyrical rhythm. With a few modifications, I turned the passage into a poem.
“He reached a small room taken up by a disproportionately thick pillar and exiting in a single green door. Erborat paused in front of the door to take a deep breath. Even after all these years, he still felt apprehension and awe when in her presence.”
“Now, Angus sat beneath a bushy pine a stone’s throw away from the gate of Boas Abbey unable to bring his journey to an end.”
“Angus applied his attention to the Old Qeldoran and could not suppress an exclamation. “What is it?” Gonta asked. “It says here that the symbol is called an Equilath Star.” “And what might an Equilath be?””
“Ruan’s Tower basked in the morning sun. Half of its roof had caved in, but most of its round wall remained strong underneath the moss. A large creeper had miraculously found nourishment in some crack and wove meandering patterns over the tower’s weathered stones. A couple of windows nestled at the tower’s base. A bleached tapestry hung over one of them.”
“Erborat crept down the long aisle that bisected the two sections of benches in the nave. He circled behind the choir where, in a side apse, a single candle burned over a small trapdoor. There, he freed an iron hook from a peg on the wall and pulled on the trapdoor’s ring. The stone slab slid over the floor with an echoing grind.”