Denali Stannard

May 2019: An update!

May 12, 2019September 14, 2019 denalistannard

Has it been a while, or is it just us?

Going by the date on our last post, it ain’t just us. We promise we haven’t been slacking! Since the new year (happy new year, five months late), we have been able to reunite twice – no mean feat when you live on opposite sides of the ocean, give or take half a continent.

We spent a week in Colorado, snowshoeing up mountains, and then a brief weekend in Paris, getting the French word for ‘skeleton’ wrong. We have also been working hard on finalizing (finally) the manuscript for Kingdom of Rust Book 1 – which finally, maybe, has a name! Thanks to some much needed input from our agency and editorial team, over the past several months we’ve reworked several major plot points, tightened structure, and all-around raised the stakes. The Fairy Dealer is just about ready to go out on submission and we could not be more excited. The outline for book 2, The Fairy Doctor, is also nearly complete, and it’s only with great restraint that we have kept ourselves from diving headfirst into writing it before the first book’s wrapped up properly.

Equally exciting, we’ve started to return to our first manuscript, Star Boys, for the first time in almost a year! With one MS about ready for submission, we’d like to have another primed on the back-burner, and this story has never strayed far from our thoughts. It may be looking at a major structural rewrite, but we’re looking forward to spending time with our old favorites once again!

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Cheers!

Keeping cool in the Rockies

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Fiction, Kingdom of Rust

Building Relationships with the Fair Folk: 5

December 28, 2018May 20, 2019 denalistannard

Fairies are finicky creatures, and so we must not expect a lot from them and we must be patient in our search for them

Content warnings: Coarse language, drug references

It had been almost two weeks and Wes wasn’t worrying. He was much too busy with papers and rotation and shopping and food prep, which took up way more time than he considered reasonable. But Pidge would want him to eat properly, even if he wasn’t there to bully Wes into it.

Leaving the window open with a glass of oat milk on the sill hadn’t lured Pidge back, and nor had the pile of glitter or the Claire’s plastic bracelet he’d got out of the hospital’s lost and found. His WhatsApp messages were left unread too and no birds had tapped on the window to tell him, in Pidge’s voice, that the Alaskan Thunder Fuck was budding and he’d be right over when the harvesting was done. Wes knew, because Jessica kept repeating it, that this was to be expected, it came with the territory of dating a supernatural creature, or a guy who was almost thirty and sold weed out of a derelict warehouse. Wes worried anyway though because maybe another of Pidge’s siblings had hurt him, or maybe he’d gotten bored of playing house with a mortal, or maybe he’d just gotten bored of Wes.

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Building Relationships with the Fair Folk: 4

December 27, 2018May 20, 2019 denalistannard

To welcome fairies to your home, leave out a small bowl of milk before you go to bed. Fairies love milk, and will take this as an offering to them.

Content warning: Coarse language

In some ways, Pidge was a lot like the stray cat that Wes left food out for on the porch. He came and went as he pleased, and you never knew for sure how long he’d stay.

The cat, actually, was a bit more predictable.

“Seen him?” Wes asked, scratching the orange tabby’s ears as it butted against his shin and pushed its nose into the bowl of kibble he’d set out. “Down an alley maybe? Up a tree? Is he hanging out in the colony with you?”

The cat made no answer beyond enthusiastic chewing noises, so Wes stroked its back once more and went back inside. He futzed around in the kitchen a while and then retreated to his room. It was getting late – even for Wes, for whom bedtime was usually when his face collided with his laptop – and so he shut of the lights, arranged something on the windowsill, just in case, and rolled into bed.

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Building Relationships with the Fair Folk: 3

December 16, 2018May 20, 2019 denalistannard

Fairies are whimsical and enjoy changing their shapes. They can even take the form of animals and plants for fun and to play pranks.

Content warning: Coarse language

“…Pidge?” Wes said warily.

The pigeon stayed where it was, looking fat and stupid. It was sitting where Judd had said it was, on weathered boards of their porch, legs sticking out in front of it, feathers puffed out, dull eyes staring in opposite directions.

“Did you fly into the window?” Wes asked it gently. “Or get mauled? I think you’re in shock, but maybe you’re just a pigeon?”

The pigeon continued to be a pigeon.

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Building Relationships with the Fair Folk: 2

December 9, 2018May 20, 2019 denalistannard

On the making and setting of fairy traps

Content warning: Coarse language

“Where the hell have you been?”

Pidge sat bolt upright on the mossy couch where he’d been lounging watching Animal Planet and the Real Housewives simultaneously on split screen. His eyes were pointing in slightly different directions but he narrowed them both as Chick dropped down from the rafters and started pulling her boots off with a groan.

“It’s been five days,” said Pidge, as if Chick didn’t know. “Not a peep from the birds and I heard nothin’ through the grapevine.” He glanced at the trellis in the corner where dark green foliage and heavy purple fruit hung indolently. “No texts, neither.”

“Aw,” said Chick, tapping soil out of her shoe. “Were you worried?”

“No,” said Pidge and then added, jealously, “You were with Mozzie, weren’t you? You can tell me.”

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