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Hi,
I have posted here in the past, however that was for a different story. I've all but given up on that, but I have been working on a new story since May of this year, called, Harem.
It's the first story in a series I plan to write. It's post genre material (in my opinion). Simply because I can't define it to one category. It's erotica, horror and with elements of historic romance. Although the formentioned has no basis in real life history.
It's the story of a young woman who was captured in a raid from her village and taken to the palance of a powerful Sultan to work within the Harem.
I plan on weaving the story around the fascinating heirarchy of a Harem, but in a (of course) fictionalized way. The women would be the main characters, they entire series focused around their stories with the men (and even the Sultan himself) simply being supporting characters.
However, I have mythological characters with a fantasy-horror element added, because those are themes I've always found very entertaining in literature.
I really need an editor for this project. I've started the first story but it's been slow going and I have a major issue with tenses, that is driving me crazy.
I am not the best writer in the world but I'm passionate about literature and I hope that counts for something.
If you are interested in working with me please send me a PM or email me at:
mahanaville (at) gmail (dot) com
After introductions I can send you the complete manuscript (or at least what I've written thus far).
Only serious inquiries need apply.
Best Regards,
NM
Below is a sample of the story:
The sun in the South set to the relief of those whose backs were raw and stinging from toiling all day building the new road to Calpara. The road was to make a path through the cities of Lydie, Asiata and to the east inDulvana. All qualified as rough territory with many inhabitants of less than noble proclivities. Most importantly those being deception, thievery and murder.
Calpara was only a stones throw from the great city of Valaise where the palaces of Sultan Lord Adar and his court resided. The Merchant line had been greatly depressed a couple years prior when a series of sandstorms and extreme heat interrupted the flow of food and goods to the palace. The uproar it caused was enormous. Panic set in and many felt the Sultan had been cursed with a wrath from the gods. In turn they fled to the Northern and Southern regions in hopes of saving themselves. However when the sun rose the next day, the day after and then on, those who fled from court had a bounty placed on their heads and were banished. Forbidden to enter any of the cities of the Middle lands ever again.
One of the banished was Lord Faris. He had once been a great advisor to the Sultan and trusted friend. However the secrets kept were too heavy on his heart to shelter. He felt no choice but to take his chance amongst the confusion and he made tracks elsewhere. No longer could he harbor the darkness that occupied his mind day in and day out. He needed to find peace and prayed to the Gods to someday find redemption.
Lord Faris had been gone from the city of Valaise for almost two years and the day he decided to return came by no choice of his own. It was hope of redemption that steered him back. He’d argued with a trader while during a stop for supplies while on his way through the town of Quasi in the Southern lands. The trader attempted to take his coin and pass off a corroded and bitterly scented cloak of Lion’s skin. Lord Faris needed warmth for his anticipated travels up North but he was no fool. The skin would draw buzzards as he made his way through the South and eventually become brittle and unfit for sewing into a decent coat.
He politely suggested to the trader he refund his coin with a simple method of persuasion, he turned to head across the road to the cities tavern when a conversation nearby caught his attention. He looked down at the trader whom was moaned in agony and held his limp arm that, unfortunately, didn’t take to Lord Faris’s persuasive methods too well. Faris brought one finger to his lips and signaed to silence the traumatized man.
In a heavy Valasian accent two men were discussed the Sultan’s illness and how many around town whispered that he wouldn’t make it another two moons.
The shorter of the two men leaned in close to the other, yet only lowered his voice one octave as he went on to spread the days gossip on the assumed fate of Valaise.
“The Sultan went over to the Western shores and mingled with unspoken ones. I know that’s where the plague came from. Now hundreds been gone to other lands and the earth has crusted over with the dead. The Sultan has plagued his own people…”
“Who you suppose is his rightful predecessor? I was in Calpara not long off and word is Bastian plans on challenging Mehrak to high seat of court.”
The taller man made a horrid gurgling sound before he spat a blackened wad of phlegm onto the city street which barely missed a young woman and her infant as she hurriedly made her way past them.
“You know what they say…Mehrak is the bastard child of an Odalisque to Sultan Varshan the current Sultan's father. What a scandal it is…a Sultan conceiving with one so lowly and giving the offspring a seat at court.”
“Mehrak has fought bravely, you know…if anyone is as deserving he is I say. Both are brothers of the Sultan but Bastian spends his days in the chambers of whores and dancers. Everyone knows he has taxed the towns of Flora, Assad and Lucinda, to supply his own vanity.”
“He’s pillaged, that he has!”
Just then, the two men caught sight of Lord Faris but did not recognize him. He froze but then relaxed when he realized they were unaware of his presence. He noded once to the men then made his way toward his temporary chambers for the evening. He resigned the idea of a pint at the tavern. The news revealed by the two grotesque men changed everything for him. He knew what he had to do ...he had to go back.
I have posted here in the past, however that was for a different story. I've all but given up on that, but I have been working on a new story since May of this year, called, Harem.
It's the first story in a series I plan to write. It's post genre material (in my opinion). Simply because I can't define it to one category. It's erotica, horror and with elements of historic romance. Although the formentioned has no basis in real life history.
It's the story of a young woman who was captured in a raid from her village and taken to the palance of a powerful Sultan to work within the Harem.
I plan on weaving the story around the fascinating heirarchy of a Harem, but in a (of course) fictionalized way. The women would be the main characters, they entire series focused around their stories with the men (and even the Sultan himself) simply being supporting characters.
However, I have mythological characters with a fantasy-horror element added, because those are themes I've always found very entertaining in literature.
I really need an editor for this project. I've started the first story but it's been slow going and I have a major issue with tenses, that is driving me crazy.
I am not the best writer in the world but I'm passionate about literature and I hope that counts for something.
If you are interested in working with me please send me a PM or email me at:
mahanaville (at) gmail (dot) com
After introductions I can send you the complete manuscript (or at least what I've written thus far).
Only serious inquiries need apply.
Best Regards,
NM
Below is a sample of the story:
The sun in the South set to the relief of those whose backs were raw and stinging from toiling all day building the new road to Calpara. The road was to make a path through the cities of Lydie, Asiata and to the east inDulvana. All qualified as rough territory with many inhabitants of less than noble proclivities. Most importantly those being deception, thievery and murder.
Calpara was only a stones throw from the great city of Valaise where the palaces of Sultan Lord Adar and his court resided. The Merchant line had been greatly depressed a couple years prior when a series of sandstorms and extreme heat interrupted the flow of food and goods to the palace. The uproar it caused was enormous. Panic set in and many felt the Sultan had been cursed with a wrath from the gods. In turn they fled to the Northern and Southern regions in hopes of saving themselves. However when the sun rose the next day, the day after and then on, those who fled from court had a bounty placed on their heads and were banished. Forbidden to enter any of the cities of the Middle lands ever again.
One of the banished was Lord Faris. He had once been a great advisor to the Sultan and trusted friend. However the secrets kept were too heavy on his heart to shelter. He felt no choice but to take his chance amongst the confusion and he made tracks elsewhere. No longer could he harbor the darkness that occupied his mind day in and day out. He needed to find peace and prayed to the Gods to someday find redemption.
Lord Faris had been gone from the city of Valaise for almost two years and the day he decided to return came by no choice of his own. It was hope of redemption that steered him back. He’d argued with a trader while during a stop for supplies while on his way through the town of Quasi in the Southern lands. The trader attempted to take his coin and pass off a corroded and bitterly scented cloak of Lion’s skin. Lord Faris needed warmth for his anticipated travels up North but he was no fool. The skin would draw buzzards as he made his way through the South and eventually become brittle and unfit for sewing into a decent coat.
He politely suggested to the trader he refund his coin with a simple method of persuasion, he turned to head across the road to the cities tavern when a conversation nearby caught his attention. He looked down at the trader whom was moaned in agony and held his limp arm that, unfortunately, didn’t take to Lord Faris’s persuasive methods too well. Faris brought one finger to his lips and signaed to silence the traumatized man.
In a heavy Valasian accent two men were discussed the Sultan’s illness and how many around town whispered that he wouldn’t make it another two moons.
The shorter of the two men leaned in close to the other, yet only lowered his voice one octave as he went on to spread the days gossip on the assumed fate of Valaise.
“The Sultan went over to the Western shores and mingled with unspoken ones. I know that’s where the plague came from. Now hundreds been gone to other lands and the earth has crusted over with the dead. The Sultan has plagued his own people…”
“Who you suppose is his rightful predecessor? I was in Calpara not long off and word is Bastian plans on challenging Mehrak to high seat of court.”
The taller man made a horrid gurgling sound before he spat a blackened wad of phlegm onto the city street which barely missed a young woman and her infant as she hurriedly made her way past them.
“You know what they say…Mehrak is the bastard child of an Odalisque to Sultan Varshan the current Sultan's father. What a scandal it is…a Sultan conceiving with one so lowly and giving the offspring a seat at court.”
“Mehrak has fought bravely, you know…if anyone is as deserving he is I say. Both are brothers of the Sultan but Bastian spends his days in the chambers of whores and dancers. Everyone knows he has taxed the towns of Flora, Assad and Lucinda, to supply his own vanity.”
“He’s pillaged, that he has!”
Just then, the two men caught sight of Lord Faris but did not recognize him. He froze but then relaxed when he realized they were unaware of his presence. He noded once to the men then made his way toward his temporary chambers for the evening. He resigned the idea of a pint at the tavern. The news revealed by the two grotesque men changed everything for him. He knew what he had to do ...he had to go back.
