1/28/2020
B&G Doll Coloara Mlexxlir (don’t ask me how to pronounce that!)
This guy is special in that he is the embodiment of my character, who so far has no name other than the Shadow King. Funny how we were just talking about Jareth because SK here was inspired heavily by Jareth and his novel (titled the same) was inspired by Labyrinth and Beauty and the Beast. My goal this year is to actually finish writing the damned thing.
Shadow King by
Thyme Willowbrook, on Flickr
From the prologue:
The stranger looked wicked, wrapped all in black with a pale, pointed face that didn't look real somehow. Bright, silver eyes glittered in that sharp face and they were fixed on Mama with the same sort of stare I'd see on my cat's face whenever he watched the little finches flitting around in the birdbath. If the stranger had a tail, I bet it would’ve lashed just like Tugger's always did.
The shadow man spoke and I could hear the low, velvet rumble of his voice. He didn’t talk loud, but it almost vibrated clear through my chest, like how the clothes dryer did if I leaned on it when it ran. But I couldn't make out any words over the fast, painful thudthudthud of my heart in my ears.
I couldn't hear Mama's reply, either, but her eyes glittered, too, and tears streaked down her white cheeks. To my horror, the shadow man sat down on the bed right beside her and reached out to take my sister from her arms. He cradled the baby in big, white hands before bringing her close to his body. Michaela began crying in a tinny little wail and Mama spoke again. Then the stranger leaned down, so close it almost looked like he was about to kiss her. I watched and wondered where Daddy was and why he wasn't in the room telling the shadow man to go away and leave Mama alone.
A faint, flickering glow appeared out of nowhere. It was dim at first but grew brighter, pulsing with a weird, bluish-silver light. It seemed brightest around the spot where the shadow man's head nearly touched Mama's. I realized the light seemed to come from out of Mama's body and flowed through her parted mouth right into his. It looked like he was drinking her.
Mama kept getting fainter and paler as seconds passed, while Michaela's tiny cries started getting bigger and more insistent.
My heart kept pounding like Indian war drums beating faster and louder by the second. I wanted to cry and scream for Daddy to come help, but my breath kept getting in the way, solid little gasps that hissed sharply past my clenched teeth, keeping time with the drums pounding in my ears. Even my eyes felt like they were throbbing, making Mama and the dark man waver and blur.
He was gonna make them disappear, I realized. They'd both disappear and I'd never see them ever again and it would be all my fault!
That horrible thought finally pushed me out of the chair and I scrambled straight across the room and flung myself over Mama's body as my voice at last broke free with a high, shrieking, “Stop!”
But it didn't stop. The deadly light just swallowed me up and an awful sensation like icy fingers spread all over and through my body, numbing everything they touched. There was a weird, not-quite-painful sort of pull, like the fingers had grabbed hold of something inside me and were trying their hardest to yank it clean through my skin. I screamed.
It only lasted a moment and then the terrible feeling suddenly disappeared. The shadow man reared back like he'd been yanked by the invisible fingers, too. He made an odd, surprised sort of noise and looked down at me with wide eyes. He looked like he hadn't known I was even there. When he stood up, he practically floated to his feet, like a feather. This close to him, I could see his skin was a strange color. It wasn't white like I thought. It looked gray, almost the color of the slate tiles Mama liked to paint on, but kind of shimmery like a pearl. And the color sort of shifted, the way sunlight and shadows shifted underneath the trees on a windy day.
He looked like he had shadows trapped in his skin.