{"id":31665,"date":"2016-03-10T06:30:21","date_gmt":"2016-03-09T17:30:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=31665"},"modified":"2016-03-09T21:07:49","modified_gmt":"2016-03-09T08:07:49","slug":"another-deleted-scene-from-daughter-of-blood-kalan-port-farewell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/03\/10\/another-deleted-scene-from-daughter-of-blood-kalan-port-farewell\/","title":{"rendered":"Another Deleted Scene From “Daughter Of Blood” — Kalan & Port Farewell"},"content":{"rendered":"
\""The<\/a>

“The Heir Of Night” map: artist, Peter Fitzpatrick<\/p><\/div>\n

The last deleted scene that I posted<\/a> focused on Kalan, in a period before the action in Daughter of Blood<\/em><\/strong><\/a> begins. In it, Kalan and the heralds, Jehane Mor and Tarathan of Ar,\u00a0 were approaching Port Farewell, the capital of Aralorn, a country in Haarth’s Southern Realms.<\/p>\n

This excerpt follows on immediately from the previous “deleted scene” and has some nice backstory for the heralds—but not The Wall of Night <\/a>series essential<\/em> material, I hasten to add.<\/p>\n

Naturally, the standard warning applies: \u201cAll deleted scenes are at \u201cfirst draft\u201d level only\u2014i.e. very much raw material. Consider yourself duly warned.” <\/em>Otherwise, onward!<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

\"USA\"<\/a>

USA<\/p><\/div>\n

Deleted Scene 4: Kalan Approaches Port Farewell<\/span><\/h3>\n

“He continued to whistle the same snatch of notes on and off as the road curved its way up the next slope, but the whistle died away when they crested the low saddle and he saw the vista in front of him. The hills descended into a rocky sweep of coast where long blue-green swells terminated in a welter of white, upflung spray; even from the ridge Kalan could hear its crash and the plaintive cries of the birds gliding above the spume. <\/span><\/p>\n

Further out, the bright water shaded into deep teal, still shot-through with jade where the sun caught it, while further out again there was only a long, dark blue line where the summer sky curved to meet the ocean. The line was not the end of the world, Kalan knew that, but right now, he felt as though he was looking at it anyway\u2014because all that lay beyond that line was more ocean and more sky, a vast distance that no one had ever crossed. Or if they had, no ship had returned to report what lay on the far side.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kalan blinked, the weight of his eyelids in sharp contrast to the lightness in his head. He was barely able to turn his head to look north or south, where the same immensity of water stretched away, broken only by an occasional green headland\u2014and could not even imagine abandoning land\u2019s solidity for that vast restlessness.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tarathan gripped his forearm with a gauntleted hand, and the dizziness eased. \u201cJhaine has no oceans either: no bodies of water larger than a small lake.\u201d <\/em>The herald\u2019s dark gaze matched the mix of amusement and remembered wonder in his mindtone as he lifted his hand away. \u201cThe first time I saw this I was so disorientated I had to hide my face in the ground.\u201d <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\"UK\/AU\/NZ\"<\/a>

UK\/AU\/NZ<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cLater though,\u201d<\/em> Jehane Mor added, \u201che rode his horse out into the water until the poor beast was swimming, to see if there was a kingdom beneath the waves.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was young,\u201d <\/em>Tarathan said to Kalan. \u201cYounger than you are now, in fact. And that day I felt it, as though both I and the world had been made new.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hadn\u2019t seen you laugh and shout like that for a long time<\/em>.\u201d Jehane Mor\u2019s eyes were more gray than green as she looked seaward. \u201cI felt the wonder, too\u2014but also the terror, remembering the Cataclysm and visualizing all this water thundering up over the land and drowning everything: cities and farms, people and animals and trees.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Kalan found it hard to even begin to imagine it with the sun sparkling on the blue-green water below, but he still shivered, chilled despite the blazing sun. The seabirds\u2019 cries sounded mournful now, as though articulating a deep ancestral memory of the time and events that had almost destroyed Haarth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because we<\/em> came here, he thought: tearing apart the fabric of the world with our great portal and dragging the Swarm through with us. His hands clenched on the reins, and Tercel moved uneasily, his ears swiveling back. Beside him, Madder stamped and shook out his mane, as if saying it was time to move on …”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 <\/em>Helen Lowe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The last deleted scene that I posted focused on Kalan, in a period before the action in Daughter of Blood begins. In it, Kalan and the heralds, Jehane Mor and Tarathan of Ar,\u00a0 were approaching Port Farewell, the capital of Aralorn, a country in Haarth’s Southern Realms. This excerpt follows on immediately from the previous […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,30,19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-about-my-books","category-epicfantasy","category-funstuff"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31665","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31665"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31673,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31665\/revisions\/31673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}