Spikeid II

Do I want to post this now? About 24 hours before the whole world vanishes to WriterCon? Really? Ahhh!! Forgive me, gillo, for I am weak. And it's quarter to two in the morning, so I am weaker than usual.

Yes, it's Book II of the Spikeid, the first book of which I posted nearly a year ago. I didn't forget about it after all! Indeed there is a lot in the works - my possibly ambitious goal is to have Book VI written and posted by the end of the year. IV is probably more likely...

First off, THANK YOU gillo, QUEEN OF BETAS, because without her this would be pretty bloody awful (and I mean that). Second off, if you're scared by the idea of epic poetry I promise it's basically like prose, just in a funny pattern on the page. Though I do try and give nods to The Gang aka my beloved epic predecessors (mostly Virgil, whose structure I am borrowing mercilessly), it should be understandable if you've seen to the end of AtS.

Vital stats for this book: 4000-ish words (500-ish lines); PG-13; Spuffy, natch; warnings for death/grief and consent/agency issues (non-sexual).

Buffy begins the tale of how she came to LA.

[I]

II

      “The story’s not that long, you know.” She sniffs.
“I guess, I only said that ‘cause that’s what
You’re meant to say when it’s like this: too much
To tell. And complicated. ( ... )