Mother of Crow
By Jenny K. Brennan
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Last updated: November 13, 2019 at 8:22 am
Mother of crow is the second book in the spirit/steam-punk fiction series “This Sundered World.
Now, enjoy this weird sequel, picking up the story of Gabriel, Bird, and a sundered world.
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Mother of Crow – Chapter ? – The day after the day after –
Reading Time: 15 minutes “Got it!”
Mal’s raspy exclamation drifted across the dusty floor and drew Bird’s attention for a moment. It wouldn’t stick though, the attention. It never did stick for long. It kind of lingered
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[mailpoet_form id=”2″]Mother of Crow – Interlude 1 – Build me pretty. Indeed. Oh thank you, My Lord, is there anything else you can do to me? (
Reading Time: 16 minutes “Isn’t she a beauty? Such a marvel. Just see those lines and how it all fits together.” He interrupted himself “jenks?” Lord Lee Reginald Maddow, outfitted in his finest, already well on his way to flat out drunk, looked around the crowd in search for the man in question. He frowned and waved his brandy glass in irritation at no one in particular, splashing licker on his white starched sleeve “Oh there you are.” Maddow’s face split into a grin as his chief surgeon, or scientist, or body magician, or whatever the hell they called themselves these days, hurried through the crowd….
Mother of Crow – 01 – Just another day for Owl who certainly deserves a break (Revised)
Reading Time: 3 minutes A scout flittered down in front of Owl and tweeted brokenly through a scrap of paper. It spat out the paper and flittered off. It rose to the dark cave ceiling and vanished through a narrow crack in the dark stone. The opening to the coastal plane above allowed the remodelled finch through, but only barely. Owl watched the messenger until it was gone before he cocked his head and glanced suspiciously at the note. Paper?
Mother of Crow – 02 The choices of flutterbys (Revised draft)
Reading Time: 7 minutes Frederico breeds Butterflies. One butterfly. One very special creature. He tempts it with eternity and all knowing. The choices of flutterbys aren’t always so straight forward.
Mother of Crow – 03 – To panic or not to panic (Rewrite 1)
Reading Time: 4 minutes Chapter 3 To panic or not to panic A dusty pile of shattered butterfly, a bottomless pit of dread, a shattered future. All of that could be stuffed in Frederico’s memory hole and covered with some blissful ignorance. If it weren’t for the distant echoes of instant punishment and the true consequence of his failure …
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Mother of Crow – 04 Mundane things, and water (Revised draft)
Reading Time: 5 minutes Chapter 4 Mundane things. And water Mary turned off the tap from the water collector and moved the full bucket to one side. She reached into the tepid water and grimaced. Tendrils of slimy water vine stuck to her hand. She moved the hand in several small circles before pulling it out of the bucket. …
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Mother of Crow – 05 – A pleasant little town (Revised draft)
Reading Time: 6 minutes Chapter 5 A pleasant little town Gabriel listened with half an ear and none of his attention to Jesse’s pointless conversation with a mindless town official in the dirty little office. It had taken them less than a minute to realize that any hope of finding any sense or useful information would be a complete …
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Mother of Crow – 06 never fear for this has been known (First rewrite)
Reading Time: 15 minutes Chapter 6 – never fear for this has been known “Wait here.” Frederico whispered to John. “Remember what to do? Okay?” John opened his mouth. Frederico silenced John with a raised hand. “Push. That’s all you need to remember.” John nodded carefully beneath his disguise. He whispered to Frederico’s feet, “Push. Fast.” Frederico nodded and …
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Mother of Crow – 07 Fred, can we go now? (1st revision)
Reading Time: 6 minutes The old man didn’t actually scream. Frederico heard it nonetheless. An echo of his own cowardliness followed him when he escape the monastery corridor with John. Despite the old man’s assurance of a painless death, Frederico was sure he heard the old man dying. Not from poison. From claws and razor sharp blades tearing him apart
Mother of Crow – 08 All the birds? (Second revision)
Reading Time: 9 minutes Chapter 8 – All the birds? [bctt tweet=”Ch 8 from Mother of Crow, the novel I publish as I need to making an idiot of myself, edit, revise, despair, and look for interesting words. #houseofimp #fiction”] There were no birds in the monastery gardens. They had gone silent along with everything else. As humanity went …
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Mother of Crow 09 – The after the before never changes (Second revision)
Reading Time: 7 minutes There was no town. Instead, smoke and ashes hovered gently over a field of destruction. Muted flickers of quickly dying flames popped in and out of sight between the drifting cloud of smoke. Down the road, half way between a line of flattened houses at the outskirts of town and the forest, Clack paced the width of the road, cursing
Mother of Crow 10 – Petty victories (Second Draft)
Reading Time: 4 minutes Chapter 10 – Petty victories Owl was dull grey from head to tail feathers. His shimmering white coat was covered in soot and ashes from his landing at the still smoking human town. He scanned the landscape, moving only his head. In the center of the devastation, perched atop a still smoking ruin of some …
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Mother of Crow – Chapter ? – The day after the day after –
Reading Time: 15 minutes “Got it!”
Mal’s raspy exclamation drifted across the dusty floor and drew Bird’s attention for a moment. It wouldn’t stick though, the attention. It never did stick for long. It kind of lingered
About the author
Jenny K. Brennan is a Swedish/Canadian vocalist, songwriter, and writer living in Ontario, Canada since 2002 with one husband, one dog, and unfinished projects in the thousands. Find her on
The House of Imp,
kompoz.com,
Icarus Machine official,
JennyK Productions Youtube,
and other places. She is the lyricist and vocalist in the melodic metal band Icarus Machine since 2015. She studies braille at The Hadley Institute for the Blind and Visually impaired. On her free time, she learns Wordpress by trial and error, audio production using Apple Logic Pro, and carpentry by association.