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What would you do if you woke up one morning to discover that you'd become a person who only existed in your mind? A person who merrily lived a life of danger and intrigue - exciting when you've written about it, daydreamed about it, but that's it. Would you embrace it? Run screaming? Curl up in bed with the covers over your head and hope to God it goes away?
Cassie Stevens goes to the annual Birka event intending to drink, hang with her friends, shop, fence a little and generally have a good time at one of her favorite SCA events. What she does not intend to do is wake up from a night of carousing to find out that she's actually become Captain Cassandra Hobbes, pirate captain to the oddest crew of ragamuffins to ever roam the spaceways. Nor did she intend to deal with the local constabulary when one of the locals ends up dead, and all fingers point to one of her crew. Top it off with a spacefaring three-masted schooner and a planet on the verge of war, and you have a volatile situation.
To put it mildly.
At least she's got rum. And a band of assorted nuts that she sort of recognizes to help her find the real killer and get back to her own dimension. There's just one more problem.
She's not sure she wants to go back.
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This will be the serial I'm working on for Carved In Granite, starting in February. I will also be running the episodes here on the blog. If you'd like to subscribe, leave me a note in the comments. Feel free to spread this to other SCA journals/blogs as well - I'm going to be giving this away as a freebie.
Cassie Stevens goes to the annual Birka event intending to drink, hang with her friends, shop, fence a little and generally have a good time at one of her favorite SCA events. What she does not intend to do is wake up from a night of carousing to find out that she's actually become Captain Cassandra Hobbes, pirate captain to the oddest crew of ragamuffins to ever roam the spaceways. Nor did she intend to deal with the local constabulary when one of the locals ends up dead, and all fingers point to one of her crew. Top it off with a spacefaring three-masted schooner and a planet on the verge of war, and you have a volatile situation.
To put it mildly.
At least she's got rum. And a band of assorted nuts that she sort of recognizes to help her find the real killer and get back to her own dimension. There's just one more problem.
She's not sure she wants to go back.
***
This will be the serial I'm working on for Carved In Granite, starting in February. I will also be running the episodes here on the blog. If you'd like to subscribe, leave me a note in the comments. Feel free to spread this to other SCA journals/blogs as well - I'm going to be giving this away as a freebie.
