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Woot! Shizz getting’ cray, y’all! Did you read last night? :D
RECAP: Chapters 43-47
Chapter 43: Ana hits that maniacal sweet spot of TOO MUCH STRESS and NOT ENOUGH F*CKS TO GIVE, and when she is being bullied in the girls’ bathroom she gives them more sass than they know what to do with, officially no longer caring about high school or what anyone thinks of her (because, dayum, there are much more important things to worry about than what a bully says about you!). She returns to the dance and Andy creepily makes her dance with him. Ana sees strange faces in the crowd that look out of place, staring at her. Andy starts talking about things he shouldn’t know about, calls her Anastasia, which no one does, and freaks Ana out enough to run away from him, leaving the dance in a hurry.
Chapter 44: Ana goes to the cemetery early, to her mother’s grave, and while she’s trying to ask the dead for help a handful of Irin show up, demanding to know where Trebor is. They claim he’s a traitor, and that he has Fallen. Just before Faye (Trebor’s cousin) can bind Ana, Trebor swoops down from out of nowhere and snatches Ana up into the sky because HELL YES, those tattoos Trebor has? ARE WINGS. They drive away in Ana’s car, but John Cassidy’s SUV follows them, filled with shadowy looking Sura all around John, and he forces them off the bridge.
Chapter 45: Ana comes-to and the car is flipped upside-down in the creek. Trebor is injured and unconscious. An ambulance arrives and people pull Ana out of the car, but Trebor’s body has gone into hiding-mode to protect him while it tries to heal, which means Ana is the only one who can see him.
Chapter 46: Ana is in the hospital with a laundry list of injuries, but she escapes, calls Kyla, and tells her to come pick her up at the nearby gas station ASAP because Trebor might be dying somewhere. When Kyla is like, “WTF?” Ana promises to tell her everything.
Chapter 47: Kyla brings clothes and helps Ana change out of her hospital gown in the gas station bathroom while Ana starts to explain. Kyla gets super pissed that Ana kept all of this a secret. They’re about to leave to go to Trebor, but Faye stops them. She explains that she’s on their side, and she saw the Sura take Trebor through a thin spot in the veil, back to Sheol, which is problematic because Irin aren’t supposed to be able to exist in Sheol. Faye says there are two exceptions: if the Irin is unconscious, or if they’ve Fallen. Finally believing Ana can trust Faye, they all run off together to hide from the other Irin.
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Some fun facts!
-So, I was sitting in my Anthropology of Religion class learning about the concept of “sacred vs. profane” and “pollution,” sacred obviously being holy, magical, divine, or of the spirit world, etcetera. Profane, on the other hand, I was shocked to learn originally meant (and still means) simply not sacred. So, anything earthly and mundane, not just swear words. Pollution, in the context of magic and religion, is when the profane contaminates the sacred, or the other way around.
In my head, from a storyteller’s perspective, this answered so many questions about mythological creatures that it exploded onto the page in my notes. Maybe this is why mythological beings always seem to exist in another world parallel or separate from ours, because our world pollutes them. Maybe faeries and other magical beings still exist, but we can’t see the parts of them that are magical because we only see the profane.
And maybe they are physically uncomfortable having their magic polluted by the profane.
What is the one feature in art and fiction that really separates a faerie or an angel from a human? Wings.
So I imagined a world where winged mythical creatures are walking among humans, but we can’t tell because their wings are hidden–maybe hidden in plain sight.
And thus, the Irin-tattoo-wings were born, in an Anthro class, many years ago.
-OKAY I admit it. In the original draft of The Hierophant, the Irin were faeries. See, I have a theory that whatever the actual creature, experience, or glitch-in-our-perception is that we (as a species) have called faeries, or angels, or aliens (among other things)–I think it’s possible that they’re all the same thing. We’ve just adjusted our perception of it as our perception of the world changed. I was going to touch on that in the original version, but I like this one better–I think that idea can work for a totally different book, but not this one.
-Another reason the Irin are not faeries in the final version: well, aside from intentionally steering the mythology for the Arcana Series away from Angelo-Celtic myth because there are so many other ancient cultures to be inspired by–the story of the Arcana, what they are and where they come from, is much more interesting than just “we’re the magical creatures humans have written about for centuries! Hee heeee!” But you’ll hear more about that in The Tower. :D
(Do you see why, even though I always intended to be a writer, I thought it would be beneficial for my writing to major in Anthropology?)
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Tomorrow: Chapters 48-53!