How do you end parts of stories that you’d never intended to have parts in the first place? That’s asking a helluva dramatic question. Let’s be clear on one thing! I never intended for there to be more than one part. In fact there weren’t meant to be parts at all, there was just meant to be a continual narrative telling a story that went whichever which way. As usual, however, the story has a way of finding its own route through its own plot twists.
When I first started writing Valerian Night it was my intent to explore a story in which dead deities incorporated themselves into our world, linking themselves vampirically to a particular human. We can’t forget that I started this as a project for my creative writing course at the University of Canberra. Thus the interactive polls, which gave me a direction to go in, if the story was less charitable.
Which brings me to the end of Part 1 and the beginning of Part 2.
Part 1 has been, on the whole, largely unplanned, direction taking shape all by itself (with a helpful hand from those of you who polled in). So we’ve been on a round trip. We’ve met, directly or indirectly, a host of characters who will be taking the stage throughout the rest of the story. We’ve mixed pantheons, learned about ends of worlds, and washing machines that do the laundry by themselves.
It’s been a gentle ride.
Let’s up the stakes then.
Those of you who read my story Cascades when it was going, you might just encounter some familiar faces.
So enter the Morning Star with suitable theatricality, with flocks of angels on the horizon.
And of course we still have an imprisoned God of Light waiting in the wings…
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