Publication - TV Interviews Demeanor

7 January 2012, Publication - TV Interviews Demeanor

Introduction: I realized that I need to introduce this blog a little. I wrote the novel Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon. The working title was Daemon, and this was my 21st novel. Over the last year, I gave you the entire novel in installments that included commentary on the writing. In the commentary, in addition to other general information on writing, I explained, how the novel was constructed, the metaphors and symbols in it, the writing techniques and tricks I used, and the way I built the scenes. You can look back through this blog and read the entire novel.

I'm using this novel as an example of how I produce, market, and eventually (we hope) get a novel published. I'll keep you informed along the way.

Today's Blog: To see the steps in the publication process, go to my writing website http://www.ldalford.com/ and select "production schedule," you will be sent to http://www.sisteroflight.com/.

Here is the list of ideas for advertising--there are more and I'll add to the list as we go along.  I'm certainly not an expert in all these, but I've dabbled in all of them.  I'll try to relate my experience and the degree of that experience to you.

1.  Have a website for your novel.
2.  Write a blog.
3.  Advertise.
4.  Literary awards.
5.  Book cards.
6.  Contests.
7.  Interviews.
8.  Blog tours.
9.  Press releases.
10.  Speaking and teaching.
11.  e-mailing.
12.  Gifts.
13.  Book signings.
14.  Book trailers
15.  ...

You can be interviewed for print media, for radio, for TV, on blogs, Internet general, character interviews, trailers just to name a few. 

Television is a visual media and much media is moving toward the visual arena (look a U-Tube, book trailers, etc.).  More important than dress (I can dress up anyone to look good--just look at mass murderers during their trial) is demeanor, that is, how you present yourself.  Of course, dress is an important part of this, but it is only a small part.  You've noted people in shirt sleeves who with a single word took over the attention of a room.  You've likely also noted a well dressed and handsome person who shut down a conversation the moment they opened their mouth.  My intent isn't to make you into something or someone you aren't, but rather to accentuate your positives and skills.  Additionally, you might want to change some bad or adverse habits to become a more personable person.

What is a personable person with a good demeanor.  That is a person who has a pleasant appearance.  Dress, hygiene, fitness, all these play into a pleasant appearance.  You need to have an engaging smile and personality.  Practice smiling.  Have an upbeat attitude.  Don't interrupt too much (a little interruption is okay, but a person who constantly interrupts is a bore).  Don't hog conversations.  Be engaging.  Introduce yourself to others.  Speak to people you don't know.  Have a grasp of the important. 

I'll discuss things to be cautious of in interviews and conversations, tomorrow.

I'll repeat my published novel websites so you can see more examples: http://www.ldalford.com/, and the individual novel websites: http://www.aegyptnovel.com/, http://www.centurionnovel.com/, http://www.thesecondmission.com/, http://www.theendofhonor.com/, http://www.thefoxshonor.com/, and http://www.aseasonofhonor.com/.

Publication - TV Interviews Dress

6 January 2012, Publication - TV Interviews Dress

Introduction: I realized that I need to introduce this blog a little. I wrote the novel Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon. The working title was Daemon, and this was my 21st novel. Over the last year, I gave you the entire novel in installments that included commentary on the writing. In the commentary, in addition to other general information on writing, I explained, how the novel was constructed, the metaphors and symbols in it, the writing techniques and tricks I used, and the way I built the scenes. You can look back through this blog and read the entire novel.

I'm using this novel as an example of how I produce, market, and eventually (we hope) get a novel published. I'll keep you informed along the way.

Today's Blog: To see the steps in the publication process, go to my writing website http://www.ldalford.com/ and select "production schedule," you will be sent to http://www.sisteroflight.com/.

Here is the list of ideas for advertising--there are more and I'll add to the list as we go along.  I'm certainly not an expert in all these, but I've dabbled in all of them.  I'll try to relate my experience and the degree of that experience to you.

1.  Have a website for your novel.
2.  Write a blog.
3.  Advertise.
4.  Literary awards.
5.  Book cards.
6.  Contests.
7.  Interviews.
8.  Blog tours.
9.  Press releases.
10.  Speaking and teaching.
11.  e-mailing.
12.  Gifts.
13.  Book signings.
14.  ...

You can be interviewed for print media, for radio, for TV, on blogs, Internet general, character interviews, trailers just to name a few. 

Television is a visual media, but all media are partially dependent on visual impressions, and media is moving more and more toward the visual.  The evidence of this is in facebook or other social media where pictures are become as ubiquitous as text.  You must keep this in mind whenever and where ever you are.  If you want to be respected as a writer, you need to portray the appearance and demeanor of a writer.  This means, generally, looking like a writer for your topic area.

Your demeanor and your appearance are especially important for television.  Makeup is necessary and usually, the station will provide makeup.  Micing is a very important subject that we will address at some point.  The station will adequately mic you.  However, you are in charge of your clothing and your demeanor.  Clothing and demeanor are critical.  I discussed clothing yesterday.  You need to match your clothing to your style and topic.  If you don't have any style--then get an opinion.  Dressed for success is a great place to start.  Don't use the opinion of your family unless they are professionally involved in some aspect of visual media.
 
Demeanor is as important as clothing.  You don't want to come across as arrogant, but you want to be seen as an expert.  You don't want to give the impression you know it all, but you want to leave an impression of knowledge.  You don't want to to be thought of as odd or weird, but you want to leave an idea of unique and special.  You achieve this through your approach to your subject and your demeanor.  Your audience will give you the benefit of the doubt if you appear up front like you know something (that you fit into their impression of a writer).  So, that closes the loop.  You want to dress like your subject area.

I'll get into more details on demeanor, tomorrow.

I'll repeat my published novel websites so you can see more examples: http://www.ldalford.com/, and the individual novel websites: http://www.aegyptnovel.com/, http://www.centurionnovel.com/, http://www.thesecondmission.com/, http://www.theendofhonor.com/, http://www.thefoxshonor.com/, and http://www.aseasonofhonor.com/.

A New Novel, Part 281 I Have Determined a Means to Break Your Contract with the Demon

12 July 2011, A New Novel, Part 281 I Have Determined a Means to Break Your Contract with the Demon

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

Aksinya was found not guilty and released to the custody of Father Dobrushin.  Aksinya and Father Dobrushin make their way out into the streets of Wien...

They made it past the reporters and Aksinya only had to answer some simple questions.  She was certain she was smiling every time a flashbulb went off.  The worst question was what she would do now.  Father Dobrushin answered for her.  She thought he said something like she would spend time in quiet contemplation and study, but she was too busy holding to his arm while trying to smile for the cameras.

Once they were free of the reporters, Father Dobrushin hailed them a carriage and took her to a woman’s emporium where she could bathe and have her hair styled.  The attendants fitted a new dress to her.  It was very beautiful but not too extravagant.  It was made of white wool with a lining of silk and very warm.  She received two other dresses, a long coat, and a leather pair of shoes.  The coat was wool.  Father Dobrushin packed her extra clothing in a small case and they took another carriage to a restaurant that was not far from the Rathaus.

The maître d’ led them to a quiet table at the side.  Father Dobrushin ordered for them both.  He poured Aksinya a glass of wine from the bottle he ordered—only one glass.  She had to nurse it through the entire meal.  The quality of the wine wasn’t that good.  It was thin and sour.  The food wasn’t very plentiful or fine.  Still, Aksinya ate everything with pleasure.  It was much better than the food she had in the jail.  Father Dobrushin didn’t say much until the Spartan meat course.  Then he added an ounce to the remaining amount in her glass and lifted his, “To you Princess and our victory in court.”

“Thank you, Father, but I should be thanking you over and over.  You believed me when no one else would.”

“I believed in you because of who you are.”  He paused a moment then stated, “I think I have determined a means to break your contract with the demon.”

Father Dobrushin takes Aksinya out to get a bath, clothing, and dinner.  We should be asking ourselves what is going on here.  Aksinya doesn't ask because she is used to being taken care of.  Father Dobrushin is truly taking care of her. He answers for her and takes care of her.

Notice that Father Dobrushin doesn't buy the finest clothing.  It is still nice clothing, but it is nothing like Aksinya is used to.  She doesn't complain, in the late winter, early spring, she is happy to have warm clothing.  Their meal is not the quality that Ernst could provide.  It is the best that regular people can get in Wien. 

Father Dobrushin pours Aksinya a glass of wine--he is cautious of her problems and temptations.  At the meat course, they begin their conversation, and he gives her hope:  “I think I have determined a means to break your contract with the demon.”  Tomorrow, the plan.

A New Novel, Part 261 The Dress is Borrowed

22 June 2011, A New Novel, Part 261 The Dress is Borrowed

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

Aksinya is on trial in Wien, Austria.  Father Dobrushin tells the presiding judge to address him as Herr Lopuhin.  The preliminaries are complete and the trial begins...

“Thank you, Your Honor.  You may address me simply as Herr Lopuhin.”

Judge Richter nodded to the two men.    

After they had taken their seats, Judge Richter turned to Aksinya, “Princess, would you please take the witness seat so I may ask you some questions?”

Aksinya nodded and stood.  The entire courtroom stood, and she walked to the chair before the judges’ desk and sat.  Everyone in the courtroom sat.

Judge Richter glanced at his papers, “Princess, according to Austrian law, you are not required to be sworn in.  If your statements are not truthful, this can be held against you and may add to any civil or criminal penalty you might face.”

Aksinya nodded, “I understand.  I will tell the truth.”

“When and where were you born?”

“I was born in Tsarskoye Selo near Saint Petersburg on March 15^th 1900.” 

“That means you are now nineteen and above the age of majority.  Princess what is your religion and education?”

“I am Orthodox, but I don’t know my standing in the church.”

Father Dobrushin stood, “She is confessed and communicating, a member in good standing in the Russian Orthodox Church.”

Aksinya glanced down.

Judge Richter continued, “Thank you counselor.  Princess, your education?”

“I was educated by my governess and priest.  I have only a few months of formal education.”

Father Dobrushin stood again, “The Princess speaks, reads, and writes, Latin, Greek, Russian, German, and French.  She is highly educated and is considering continuing her studies at university.”

Aksinya turned a perturbed glance at the priest, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Judge Richter nodded, “Princess, do you have any occupation other than student?”

“No.”

The Judge made a mark on his paper.  He asked, “Do you have any dependents?”

“I am only dependent on others.”

The court erupted in laughter.  Aksinya glanced around nervously.  Father Dobrushin gave her an encouraging grin.

Judge Richter chuckled, “Please tell the court your current income and property.”

Aksinya took a deep breath, “I have no income at all.  I once had much property and many goods.  I left my property when the Bolsheviks murdered my family.  I left all that behind and escaped to Austria.  Here, I thought I owned a house, but I found that I had been cheated.  My goods, I brought from Russia with me, but they were all taken to pay the debts on the house, and I still do not own a house.  As far as I know, the only things that I have left are those I am wearing.”  As an afterthought, she added, “And the dress is borrowed.”

The court again filled with laughter.

Now, we will see how this trial will go forward.  In Austria, the first step in the official trail (after calling the role) is the deposition of the accused.  The presiding judge does this himself.  The defending and prosecuting attorneys may ask questions in their turns.  We can see from the beginning this has the potential to be a fair trial--certainly much more fair than the ecclesiastical trial.  The judge seems more just and Father Dobrushin is defending Aksinya.  Plus, listen to Aksinya herself.  She is so depreciating that she seems more like a tragic character than an evil planner.  Perhaps the demon didn't anticipate this.  On the other hand, if you note Father Dobrushin's new address, you will see that Aksinya's defense comes at a high cost.  The price that was paid, we will soon see. 

The witness seat in an Austrian trial is before the judges.  The accused is not sworn in.  Aksinya takes this place and the judge begins to ask her questions.  First, the judge asks her birth place and date.  this is important to determine if she is of the age of majority (therefore can be held accountable for contracts etc.) and to determine her legal status in the Empire of Austria.  By the way, the place of Aksinya's birth is the Palace where all princes and princesses of the Romanov family are generally born.

The question of religion and education are important at this time.  They determine many legal issues in law.  Primarily, it establishes the piety and social virtue of the accused.  Father Dobrushin (I use this appellation so you won't be confused) stands and ensures the court knows Aksinya's position in the Orthodox Church.

On education, Father Dobrushin again comes to her rescue and corrects her.  The next question is of occupation and dependents.  These come into play if the accused must pay fines or be incarcerated.  Aksinya's answer to her dependency causes the court to laugh.  We feel the difference in this courtroom.  Aksinya's innocence begins to bring her favor.  This is not so different an Aksinya that we know, but it is a side to her that has become her since the climax.

Last in this piece, Aksinya“And the dress is borrowed.”  Tomorrow, the trial continues.

A New Novel, Part 233 I Might Need Some Help

25 May 2011, A New Novel, Part 233 I Might Need Some Help

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

Aksinya is locked in a cold dark cell under the residence of the Cardinal of Wien.  Last night, Aksinya almost died of exposure because the demon took her dress.  Now, she is back in her cell with warm blankets, but unless she can mark them with crosses, the demon could take them away...

Aksinya sat back and pouted.  She felt much better, but she knew that wouldn’t last long if the demon returned and took her dress and the blankets from her again.  She only knew one way to fight Asmodeus.  She thought for a while about how she might put crosses on her clothing and the wonderfully warm blankets.  After a long time, there was only one thing she thought she could use.  Under the cover of the blankets, she began to prick at her hand with a sharp point of her rosary.  After a few minutes she drew some blood and made a couple of satisfactory crosses on the hem of her dress.  At that point, she couldn’t get much more blood without going deeper into her hand than she wanted to.  She thought for a while then began to prick at the large vein at the side of her wrist. 

She cut through and gave a slight gasp.  She glanced up to see if Frau Mauer heard her.  The old woman didn’t stop sewing.  Aksinya was surprised at the amount of blood the little nick drew.  With blood, she marked the collar and sleeves of her dress.  Then quickly put crosses at the corners of the woolen blankets.  When she was finished, she held the place on her wrist she nicked, but it wouldn’t stop bleeding.  She had nothing to use as a bandage, and she was becoming a little faint.

Since she had marked everything, she thought it was safe to say something to the Frau.  Aksinya cleared her throat and tried to speak.  She couldn’t say anything at first and her sight began to dim.  Finally, she forced out, “Frau Mauer.”

The old woman didn’t turn, “I’ll not give you any thread or a needle.  You needn’t ask again.”

“Frau Mauer, I don’t need them anymore, but I might need some help.”

Frau Mauer leaned over and clucked her tongue.  She turned toward Aksinya.  Aksinya held out her arm.  A bright drip of blood ran down her hand and dropped to the stone floor.  It spattered into a growing puddle of blood on the ground.
Frau Mauer screamed and jumped up.  Aksinya’s eyes closed and she slowly lay on the bench.  The release of the pressure on her vein let the drip become a slow stream.  Frau Mauer screamed again and ran toward the kitchen.

Aksinya moves from one problem to the next.  Do you see how the demon is still driving her even when he isn't present.  There is a great allegory in this.  You do recognize that Aksinya's actions are literally the only thing she can do.  If she does not make crosses, the demon will take her dress again, and she will suffer greatly.  She choses to use her own blood to protect herself.  As a side note, Aksinya is selfish in this, just as all of us are selfish.  She doesn't want pain and suffering.  She doesn't want the demon to take her clothing and blankets.  She doesn't want to be cold.

Unfortunately Aksinya makes a slight error.  In her hurry to find some blood, she pricks too large a vein and she can't stop the flow of blood.  I use some fun advanced writing techniques to show you what is happening.  Plus, I interject a little humor. 

Remember, Aksinya is cold.  She is undernourished.  She has only blankets and thin clothing.  Although she isn't bleeding very much--it is enough to make a difference.  Frau Mauer thinks Aksinya has tried to commit suicide.  Do you imagine this might be part of the demon's plan?  Suicide is an unforgivable sin for the Catholic Church.  Aksinya's actions will appear to be a suicide attempt--or success.  Tomorrow, more help?

A New Novel, Part 232 I Must Put Crosses on my Dress

24 May 2011, A New Novel, Part 232 I Must Put Crosses on my Dress 

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

Aksinya is locked in a cold dark cell under the residence of the Cardinal of Wien.  Aksinya almost died of exposure because the demon took her dress.  Now, she is back in her cell with warm blankets, but the demon could take them away...

After Secretary Schwab, Otto, and Frau Becker departed, Frau Mauer took her position again beside the door.  The moment Aksinya finished praying her rosary she felt better, she called to the Frau, “Frau Mauer, may I borrow a needle and thread?”

Frau Mauer took a quick glance at Aksinya.  Aksinya sat on the bench wrapped in the blankets, “Of course you may not have a needle and thread.  What would you want with something like that anyway?”

“I must put crosses on my dress.”

“Crosses on your dress?  You are a strange one.”

“If I don’t he’ll just take it off me again.”

Frau Mauer stared at Aksinya and nervously fumbled her sewing, “Did you lie to the secretary and Frau Becker?  Did some man molest you?”

“The demon took off my clothing to punish me.”

Frau Becker’s eyes widened, “I think Frau Becker is right, you are crazy.”

“I may be crazy, but I need to put crosses on my clothing and on these blankets.”

“You shan’t get any needles or thread from me—not unless the Secretary himself instructs me.”
Aksinya sat back and pouted.  She felt much better, but she knew that wouldn’t last long if the demon returned and took her dress and the blankets from her again.  She only knew one way to fight Asmodeus.  She thought for a while about how she might put crosses on her clothing and the wonderfully warm blankets.  After a long time, there was only one thing she thought she could use.  Under the cover of the blankets, she began to prick at her hand with a sharp point of her rosary.  After a few minutes she drew some blood and made a couple of satisfactory crosses on the hem of her dress.  At that point, she couldn’t get much more blood without going deeper into her hand than she wanted to.  She thought for a while then began to prick at the large vein at the side of her wrist.

Frau Mauer is Aksinya's guard again.  Aksinya asks for a needle and thread, but Frau Mauer won't loan them to her.  Aksinya tells the Frau exactly why she needs the needle and thread.  Do you remember, the effect of the crosses on the demon.  The crosses did prevent Asmodeus from removing Aksinya's clothing.  She knows they can protect her in the cell.

Frau Mauer's thoughts are not pleasant.  She can't imagine anything good about Aksinya.  Do you see that her reaction and the reaction of Frau Becker will be the reaction of everyone else.  If Aksinya imagines a demon, she must be crazy. 

Since Aksinya can't get Frau Mauer to give her a needle and thread, she must discover another way to protect herself.  Aksinya is used to using blood as a sacrifice.  This time, she is using blood to protect herself, but it isn't through a spell.  She is using blood to make crosses on her clothing and blankets.  Aksinya may be resourceful, but she just is too innocent and naive.   Tomorrow, success, but at what price.

A New Novel, Part 171 I Know You Wish to Read Tonight

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.



Natalya returned at the beginning of the school day.  Aksinya won't speak.  She won't respond.  We have no idea what her thoughts are.  Aksinya's despondency continues past dinner...

They walked across the street to Aksinya’s house. Natalya unlocked the door. The novices came when they heard the door open. Aksinya didn’t wait for them to take her cloak. Sister Margarethe entered directly behind them from the street. She was out of breath. She started to say something and follow Aksinya, but Natalya put up her hand and waved her back. Natalya handed her cloak to the first novice. She took a deep breath of the collar first. Then she followed Aksinya up the stairs.

Natalya closed and locked the door to Aksinya’s rooms. The mink cloak lay in the sitting room floor. Natalya picked it up and smelled it. She took a deep breath of the lining and smiled. She placed the cloak reluctantly down over one of the chairs and went into Aksinya’s bedroom. Aksinya fought with the buttons on her blouse. Her uniform short coat lay on the floor.

Natalya came over and pulled Aksinya’s hands away from the front of her blouse. She pushed them to Aksinya’s side and began to unbutton the blouse. She pulled it off Aksinya and lifted the camisole over her head. She unbuttoned Aksinya’s skirt and untied her slip. She took everything to the gross schrank and hung them inside. She pulled out a silk nightgown and returned. Aksinya already sat on the edge of the bed. Natalya pulled the gown over Aksinya’s head and plucked her hands through the sleeves. She pulled the bottom of the gown over Aksinya’s thighs.

Aksinya lay back on the bed and her head touched something hard. She frowned and reached up behind her head. She felt a book. No, two large books.

Aksinya sat up suddenly. She half turned and mumbled, “My books.” She glanced at Natalya, “Why are my books here?” Without waiting for an answer, Aksinya pulled the books over to her. One had a brown cover, she opened the book and her mouth formed an “O,” “This is the book Ernst took.”

Natalya chuckled.

Aksinya’s hands trembled. She pushed the book aside and took up the other. She caressed it with an overly light touch as though she really didn’t want to handle it. She opened it and whispered, “This is not my book. It is a Greek Book of Heka.” She stared at Natalya, “This is Ernst’s book.” She dropped it back on the bed, “How did these books come to be here?”

Natalya smiled.

“What did you do, Nata?”

Natalya pulled the covers down on the bed. She carefully didn’t touch either book, “Now that man has no power over you. You have no reason to see him anymore. You have your book again, and you have his book.”

Aksinya picked up The Book of Heka and held it against her breast, “I do have his book.”

Natalya smiled, “Get in bed, mistress. I know that you wish to read tonight. I will leave the gas lamp lit over your bed.” She bent forward and helped Aksinya crawl under the covers. Aksinya would not let go of the new book.

Aksinya has no hope.  This might not be so obvious as a statement.  Asmodeus took the most important person to Aksinya from her without any fight.  Aksinya had no say--she had no power to prevent Natalya from leaving her.  She had no power over the demon, his actions, his desires (if he has any).  Aksinya could not prevent her best and only friend from coming somehow under the power of the demon and leaving her.  Aksinya knows Asmodeus was behind everything, and she isn't as interested in what Natalya was doing as her own failure to prevent it.  Aksinya should have been concerned about Natalya's actions.  Aksinya is and has always been focused on herself and not on others.  Her concern isn't as much for Natalya or what Natalya was doing as her own lack of power or control.
 
When they return to Aksinya's house, Natalya is in complete control.  She orders Sister Margarethe.  She orders the novices.  Look at her actions with her cloak and then Aksinya's mink.  It is obvious who Natalya loves.  Natalya is entirely and completely dedicated to Aksinya.  She literally worships the ground Aksinya walks on.  This is what I am showing you through Natalya's actions.
 
Inside Aksinya's rooms, Natalya is still completely in control.  She locks the door.  She savors the scent of Aksinya.  That makes Natalya smile.  Aksinya is despondent and completely beaten down.  She can't undo the buttons on her blouse.  Natalya has always unbuttoned them for her.  Watch Natalya's actions.  She demands her place.  She takes over the work she knows to do.  She undresses Aksinya and puts away her clothes.  There are no words and no need for words.  Natalya gets Aksinya's nightgown.  Like one would dress a child, Natalya dresses Aksinya in it.  The words I use show you exactly this: Natalya pulled the gown over Aksinya’s head and plucked her hands through the sleeves. She pulled the bottom of the gown over Aksinya’s thighs.  Note, Aksinya sits on the side of the bed--an obedient child waiting to be dressed.  I also give you some historical details in the way clothing was put on and taken off at the time (slips were tied, ladies).

Aksinya lays back on the bed.  She still doesn't say anything.  Her head touches something.  There are two large books on the bed.  Aksinya's first words in a long while are "My books."  Why indeed are these books of sorcery here?  The first book is the one that Ernst took from the street.  This was the book that Aksinya strove to get back for so long.  Natalya chuckles.

Watch closely what motivates Aksinya.  The first book is Aksinya's book that Ernst took.  The second book is the book that Ernst promised Aksinya.  Aksinya asks where the books came from--Natalya just smiles.  Aksinya asks what Natalya did to get the books.  Natalya doesn't answer her question instead this is her response:  “Now that man has no power over you. You have no reason to see him anymore. You have your book again, and you have his book.”

Aksinya's response shows that she is not interested in Ernst.  She is not interested in how Natalya got the books.  She is interested in only one thing that is the sorcery in the books.  This is what motivates Aksinya.  This is what has always motivated Aksinya in this novel.  She desires luxuria.  She desires sorcery.  These are her temptations.  Anything else to her is rubbish.

Natalya's statement at the end of this scene: “Get in bed, mistress. I know that you wish to read tonight. I will leave the gas lamp lit over your bed.” She bent forward and helped Aksinya crawl under the covers. Aksinya would not let go of the new book.  How well Natalya understands her mistress.  How perfectly Natalya predicted Aksinya's response.  Still, we know there are problems.  Where was Natalya?    What did Natalya do?  I have given you enough hints that perhaps you know exactly what Natalya did.  If you do, then you know Aksinya can't fathom or even imagine it.

Aksinya will climb out of her despondency.  She will perhaps find her way back from the brink of her silence and pain.  When she takes back control, what will be the result?  When she is finally satiated with sorcery, what will Aksinya do?  All will eventually be made clear.  Tomorrow, the aftermath of learning new sorcery.

A New Novel, Part 151 Ernst, Introduce Your Friend

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.


Aksinya has come to Ernst Father's estate in the mountains of Austria. Ernst greets the party, but his father quickly follows...


A man who looked like an older copy of Ernst descended the marble steps from the house. He was dressed in very conservative formal tails. His top hat sat jauntily on his head. A great smile filled his features. He laughed, “Ernst, the Freiherr and the Freifrau I know. Please introduce me to your friend.”

Ernst offered his arm to Aksinya and walked her to the gentleman, “Father, this is the Countess Aksinya Andreiovna Golitsyna. Countess, this is my father, the Graf Franz von Taaffe.”

Aksinya proffered her gloved hand, and The Graf took it and bowed over it. When he raised his head, his eyes twinkled, “Good evening, Countess and welcome to Steinholtz. My son has truly chosen to court a treasure.”

Aksinya blushed at that too.

The Graf reluctantly, Aksinya thought, released her hand and turned toward her aunt and uncle. The Freiherr gave slight bow and the Freifrau a curtsy. Graf von Taaffe grasped the Freiherr’s hand and pumped it up and down. He bowed over Freifrau Bockmann’s hand.

Aksinya reached behind her and pulled Natalya forward. Lady Natalya made a low curtsy. Aksinya put out her hand, “Graf von Taaffe, this is my lady-in-waiting, the Lady Natalya Alexandrovna Obolenska.”

Graf von Taaffe bowed over Natalya’s hand, “I have heard about your good friend also, Countess Golitsyna. You are also welcome, Lady Obolenska. That is a name of Russian nobility, is it not?”

Aksinya answered for Natalya, “The Lady Natalya is a member of the court.”

Graf von Taaffe turned his smile back to Aksinya, “Is that so? Then we are all well met.”

Aksinya continued, “You may address her as the Lady Natalya.”

Graf von Taaffe grinned at Aksinya, “I do understand the formality of the Russian court, but you may address me as Franz if you wish, Countess.”

“I have not given Ernst the favor of that informality with me, yet, sir. I am a little old fashioned in my thinking. I hope you don’t mind.”

The Graf seemed even more pleased, “I understand completely, Countess. Very well, it is cold outside, and I understand your delicate nature. Please, let us retire to the ballroom. There are refreshments, and I’m certain, my guests would like to make your acquaintance.” The Graf put out his arm toward Aksinya. She took it. Ernst frowned and gave his arm to Natalya. They made their way into the house with the Graf von Taaffe and the Countess Golitsyna in the lead.

So the Graf von Taaffe steps from the house. I give you a description of him. He is much like Ernst, but he is self-controlled and mature. Ernst introduces Akinsya and we see his approval. Ernst's father is suave and well-manured. He is a count in the Germanic nobility. The Graf calls Aksinya a treasure. Aksinya blushes because she doesn't think much of her beauty. This leaves us to wonder about how Aksinya really appears to others--we also wonder if the Graf is simply flattering her.


The Freiherr is obviously a good friend to the Graf. You might wonder that they have business dealings together. I don't tell you. It is really enough to leave the depths of the relationship unsaid. They are friends and this is enough.

I imply again that Natalya is hiding.  Aksinya pulls Natalya forward and introduces her. The Graf show knowledge and consideration beyond the norm. He treats Natalya well for Aksinya's sake. The Graf's simple comment: we are all well met refers to the fact that everyone there is noble. This implies some degree of intimacy and connection. Then the question of the addresses. Aksinya begins by insisting that Natalya be addressed as a noblewoman. The Graf conveys a great boon on Aksinya by asking her to call him Franz--his first name. Aksinya is not scandalized, but this is an informality she will not accept.

The Graf is pleased because Aksinya shows such strong presence of mind, decorum, and will. She did not simply agree to call the Graf Franz. She wasn't afraid to contradict him. She holds to the decorum of the court even when offered the opportunity to be less formal. The Graf obviously knows a lot about Aksinya--he either came to the information from Ernst or some other source. Notice, he is concerned about her delicate nature--that is a reference to the cold, and Aksinya has problems with being cold. Now we head into the mansion to make the acquittance of the Graf's guests. Tomorrow, the interior and the Graf's friends.

A New Novel, Part 150 Dressed Like a Princess

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

For New Years 1919, Aksinya, Natalya, Freiherr, and Freifrau Bockmann have been invited by Ernst and his father to visit Ernst Father's estate in the mountains of Austria...

Aksinya was not enraptured with the idea of visiting Ernst’s family or his father’s estate. Still Ernst was pleasant. She certainly didn’t want her aunt and uncle gumming up all her time with the young man. She wondered mostly why he would invite her and her aunt and uncle to this affair tonight.

When their coupe arrived at front of the house, Ernst ran out and stopped at the carriage door before the vehicle came to a complete stop. He was dressed formally in dark tails, but didn’t have on his top hat. He yanked open the door before the doorman or the driver could. Aunt Brunhilda grasped Aksinya’s arm and pulled her up. She whispered with a smile, “Greet him first. He’s looking for you.”

Aksinya came to the door, and Ernst put out his hand. Aksinya allowed him to help her from the coupe. She was dressed in a light blue gown that had silver highlights sewn into the fabric. The gown flowed gently over her body. The top was high with a straight collar that accentuated her very thin body and small bosom. Her hat was a small square of blue lace with a very light veil that only reached as long as her bangs. Like always, Natalya had chosen the clothing for her. Aksinya had not closed her long mink cloak and that framed her body and the dress. Ernst stared at her for a moment then he put his lips close to her gloved hand and bowed deeply over it. His warm breath swirled with small clouds in the cold air, “Countess Golitsyna, welcome to Steinholtz.” He raised his head and gazed in her eyes with such a strange and fervent expression, she blushed.

The doorman and driver helped the Freiherr and Freifrau from the coupe and then Natalya. Finally, without moving his eyes from Aksinya, Ernst turned partially toward the Freiherr and Freifrau, “Good evening Freiherr and Freifrau Bockmann.” After a moment, Ernst managed to drag his eyes from Aksinya and to the Freiherr. He gave a slight bow to the nobleman, and then took Freifrau Bockmann’s hand and bowed over it.

Okay, I don't usually let you have a look into the minds of my characters.  I let you see a little into Aksinya's thoughts.  I chose to use this technique because I didn't think it would fit well in a conversation, and I wanted you to note her mind as they arrive.  It was enough to show you she is interested superficially in Ernst, but not in his family, estate, or the party.  Although very wise about many things, Aksinya is clueless about some things in life.

When they arrived, Ernst ran out without his hat.  No one is caught outside without a hat in this culture.  To do is is the epitome of a faux pas.  Ernst rushes out to greet Aksinya.  He is like a little kid.  He gets to the carriage before it can stop moving and yanks open the door.  You would think Aksinya would get it, but she doesn't.  Her aunt does understand and pushes her out first.

Aksinya is dressed like a princess--a Russian princess; her mink cloak frames her body.  If you didn't get it already, this makes Ernst's poor heart do flip-flops.  He thinks she dressed for him--that's why I point out that Natalya picked out her clothing, like always.  Aksinya is ambivalent to Ernst;  he is deeply in love with her.  All he can do is stare.  His look makes her blush.  We also get the name of the estate, Steinholtz--roughly, in German, "stonehold."

Ernst can't take his eyes off Aksinya.  By the way, men did not kiss women's hands in Germanic cultures.  To touch your lips to a woman's hand would be considered very intimate and improper.  A man, most properly, would bow over the hand.  In Latin cultures, I understand a man might kiss a woman's hand, but he would not kiss a Germanic woman's hand twice.  In some Germanic countries, such an action could be prosecuted criminally as "touching."  I do let the moment get a little intimate: Ernst brings his lips close and his warm breath makes fog in the air.  This way I show you how cold the day is and how impassioned Ernst is. 

Ernst manages to greet the Freiherr and Freifrau.  Tomorrow, we meet Ernst's father.

A New Novel, Part 141 I Love You; I Won't Deny You

For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.

Ernst returned Aksinya and Natalya to Aksinya's house.  Aksinya is inhebriated, but not yet asleep.  Natalya prepares her for bed...

Inside Aksinya’s room, Aksinya lay across her bed. Natalya undid the buttons and hooks on her dress. Aksinya was still awake, but her eyes were closed. Natalya pushed against her side, “Roll over Aksinya.”

Aksinya rolled with Natalya’s help. Natalya undid the rest of the buttons. She pulled the dress up and over Aksinya’s head. That was a struggle. The petticoats and underclothes came off more easily. When Natalya tried to put on Aksinya’s nightgown, Aksinya fended her off, “I’m hot. I don’t want to wear anything.”

“That’s the wine. You’ll be cold soon enough.”

“Just wait a bit. The room’s spinning.”

“That’s the wine too. Put your feet on the floor.”

“I’m dizzy. Why did you let me drink so much?”

Natalya snorted, “I didn’t have any say in it. You may remain like you are for the time being.” Natalya washed Aksinya’s face while she lay on the bed. She tugged Aksinya to sit and leaned against her back so she couldn’t flop back down. Natalya began to brush Aksinya’s hair, “Your hair is finally growing out a little.”

Aksinya clumsily brought her hands to her face, “Are you certain?”

“Yes, it is almost to your shoulders at the very back. It is beautiful hair—why did you cut it? You never told me.”

“I thought I did.”

“You didn’t. Was it part of your sorcery?”

Aksinya trembled, “Is it that obvious to you?”

“It was cut with a very sharp knife, snick-snack. Your aunt told me your hair once reached down to your waist. She said you used to put it in a long single braid and that it was the most beautiful hair she had ever seen.”

“My mother would brush it for me every night. She kept her hair short—I was never certain why. She loved to let my hair cascade through her fingers.”

“She loved you very much.”

“She loved my hair—me, not so much.”

Natalya tugged a little harder on the brush than she needed to, “Why would you say that?”

“Because I think it is the truth. Why do you brush my hair?”

Natalya smiled, “Because I love you.”

“Do you love me because of who I am or because of what I did for you?”

Natalya brushed a little harder.

“Ouch, you don’t have to be so rough.”

“If you weren’t drunk, I’d hit you with this brush.”

Aksinya didn’t turn, “Why are you crying?”

“Why does love have to be like a contract with you?”

Aksinya didn’t reply.

“I do love you because you rescued me, but there is much, much more. I love you because you were the first to look at me as if I was a real person.”

“Then you should not love me at all. Asmodeus found you. He convinced me to take you as my lady-in-waiting and… and… as my apprentice.” Aksinya clutched her hands to her small breasts, “He forced me to take you into my household. I would not have done it without his temptation.”

Natalya leaned her face against Aksinya’s back. Her hot tears trickled down Aksinya’s cooling skin, “But you did. You made me your friend. You let me go to school with you. You told me you loved me. I can offer you nothing, but still you do love me.”

Aksinya’s response was a mumble, “Yes, I love you, Nata.”

“Then why do you think I love you with any less love?”

“I’m sorry, Nata.” Akisnya’s voice was slurred, “There is a time when I know everyone will deny me.”

“I will not deny you.”

Her speech slowed a little more, “If you don’t deny me, then you will betray me. You see, I am not allowed love, and I am not allowed friends. I am only allowed suffering.” At the end, Natalya had to strain to hear her.

Natalya clasped Aksinya around her naked shoulders, “I will try my hardest not to deny or betray you, Mistress.” She held her tightly for a while. Aksinya’s breathing came slowly and regularly. Aksinya sagged in her arms. Natalya realized Aksinya was asleep. Into Aksinya’s lengthening hair she whispered, “I love you. I will never deny or betray you.”

Aksinya is in a state we have never seen her before.  All her defenses are down.  She doesn't care abut what she is saying.  She doesn't care what she says.  Natalya has taken control again.  The indication of this is that she easily uses Aksinya's name while she undresses her. 

Remember how embarrassed Aksinya was about her body.  She is at the point that she doesn't care.  She lays naked on the bed.  This is a clear indicator.  Do you see how experienced Natalya is with drinking and drunkeness.  She knows all about it and all about what to do: put your feet on the floor.  We learn more about Natalya.

Aksinya blames Natalya for her drinking.  Aksinya knows that isn't true.  She is out of control, and she realizes it, but like all of us, she grasps at someone else to blame.  Natalya knows it is just the wine.  She washes Aksinya's face and gets her ready for bed.  Then...the hair.  Did you catch that?  Natalya says that Aksinya's hair is finally growing out.  This goes directly back to the contract with the demon.  Aksinya's question is our quesiton--does that mean she might be able to break her contract with Asmodeus.  Look at Aksinya's reaction.  Natalya has no idea the scab she is picking right now.  She blunders directly into the place even the inhebriated Aksinya will not go.  Aksinya lies--she knows she never told Natalya about her hair.  Natalya rips the scab right off--she talks about what Aksinya's aunt said about Aksinya's hair in the past.  This is a double slap to Aksinya: her aunt and her sorcery.  Rembember Aksinya's hair was the thing she thought was the most beautiful part of her.  Her aunt thought so too.  This rubs everything in Aksinya's face on so many levels: her beauty, her sorcery, the contract with the demon.

Aksinya does the only thing she can, she can't let the idea of her hair go.  She can only remenisc about it.  She speaks about her mother.  And Aksinya reveals another scab to us and to Natalya--her mother.  Natalya knows all about mothers who desert you, but Aksinya's mother seemed to love her.  Natalya's reaction is predictable.  Aksinya doesn't know when to keep quiet either.  Then the absolute truth.  Natalya will not be able to handle it.  Aksinya can only do one thing attack.  She attacks her friend.  If Aksinya doesn't attack, she will have to face the truth about herself.  Natalya's reaction is the only way she can fight back.  She threatens and she weeps.  She fights back: “Why does love have to be like a contract with you?”  We know the reason.  We know how Aksinya thinks--Natalya doesn't.  Natalya's whole life is centered around Aksinya.  She has nothing else in life.  She literally worships Aksinya, but Aksinya is denying her and all her trust.  Aksinya absolutely rejects the entire salvation of Natalya.  Yet, in spite of everything, Aksinya does love Natalya.  This truth has never been a secret.  This has always been part of Aksinya since she took Natalya into her household.  She loves Natalya, and Natalya loves Aksinya with all her soul.

Then we get the full revelation--Aksinya knows exactly what Asmodeus has planned for her.  The truth can only come out when all her defenses are down.  She can only admit it to herself under these circumsatnces.  Aksinya knows what will happen, but Natalya can only deny the facts.  Natalya has no idea what she faces.  She has no idea a demon is in control of Aksinya's life and being. 

Aksinya is right, she is not allowed love and she is not allowed friends.  She is only allowed suffering.  At the end, I give you a kicker.  Into Aksinya's lengthening hair, Natalya weeps: “I love you. I will not deny or betray you.”  We know she will.  We know eventually everyone will deny and betray Aksinya.  Tomorrow, a hangover, of course.  

A New Novel, Part 66 Changes in the World end of Chapter 6

It seems strange to us and slightly funny that an aristocrat expected to be dressed and undressed by their servants.  What I try to show you is how expected and common it was at the time.  Although Aksinya called Natalya her friend, Aksinya still expects to be waited on--that is the way of the world.  Still those ways may change.

After supper, Aksinya and Natalya went back up to their rooms. Natalya undressed Aksinya and put a silk nightgown on her. She brushed out Aksinya’s short hair. After a while, Aksinya took the brush from Natalya’s hand. She told Natalya, “Put on your nightgown and come to my room.” Natalya returned quickly.

Aksinya patted the top of her bed. She sat and Aksinya began to brush her long hair. Natalya put her face in her hands, “I really wish you wouldn’t do that, mistress.”

“Tomorrow, Lady Natalya, we will begin our studies together. We will still be a Countess and a lady, but we will also be students and friends together.”

Natalya turned abruptly, “Do you really think of me as your friend?”

“Yes.” Aksinya smiled, “I never really had a friend before. You are my friend, Lady Natalya. Would you address me as, Aksinya?”

“No…no, I could never do that.”

“What if I just call you, Nata?”

“That’s what my mother called me, but I don’t think it would be allowed.”

“Allowed? Aren’t I allowed to call you whatever I desire?”

“Y…y…yes.”

“Then, in private, I shall call you Nata. I want you to call me, Aksinya.”

“In private. Anywhere you wish, but in private would be fine.” Natalya took another deep breath, “Very well. I will try, Ak…ak…sinya.”

“Thank you, Nata. Tomorrow, we will begin a new kind of life together and in our world, it is a new thing, is it not?”

“Yes, mistress.”

We see the normal expectation, Natalya dresses Aksinya for bed and then prepares her for bed.  That's the nightgown and brushing the hair.  Aksinya asks Natalya to prepare for bed and turns the tables on her.  Can you see this happening.  Can you see Natalya's embarrassment and Aksinya's joy.  Aksinya is serving her lady-in-waiting, and the lady-in-waiting doesn't like it.  This is classical culture in this time.  I have even experienced similar things myself in the modern era in Europe.
Look at Aksinya's response: we will still be Countess and lady, but we will be...friends.  How that small statement would make Natalya's heart soar.  Yet, she is so worried about that statement, she has to ask: do you think of me as your friend?  It is not so unbelievable as it is unexpected and yet so odd to Natalya who obviously had few if any friends.

Then we see, Aksinya confesses she didn't have any friends before, and we have to ask ourselves again about the Aksinya we don't know.  Aksinya clenches her points with an extravagant intimacy--call me by my first name.  This is culturally a big deal at the time.  Thus Natalya's answer: I could never do that.  Aksinya opens the bidding with the offer to call Natalya, Nata a common Russian diminutive and endearment for Natalya.  Aksinya guessed right because this was what Natalya's mother called her.  Natalya's answer is classic too: it wouldn't be allowed.

Then, Aksinya pulls the nobility's power--I can do whatever I want.  Which is true.  Natalya barely accedes, and we know she will have problems with this little rule of Aksinya's.  Still, this represents the point at the end of the chapter.  The main point that Aksinya has been making to Natalya the entire time.  They will begin a new kind of life together, and Natalya's answer, so ambivalent--yes mistress, shows although Aksinya's thinks her feet are planted in a different place, perhaps Natalya's and, by extension, Aksinya's are really not.

The end of this little scene is an example of how I like to end a chapter.  In a single dialog with a chencher, I wrap up the entire chapter.  The end words convey all the emotion and effect of everything on Natalya as well as the effort of Aksinya.  So in response to Aksinya's opining about the changes they will and have seen, Natalya simply says, "Yes mistress," and by that indicates that she doesn't believe the changes will or have affected her.

Tomorrow we begin a new chapter in Daemon (working title), chapter 7.

A New Novel, Part 39 Dressing Aksinya

There are multiple duplicities going on here.  Look especially at what Asmodeus chose for her to wear. 

In the morning, Natalya drew Aksinya a bath, and helped Aksinya into it. When Natalya returned to the main bedroom, she found Aksinya’s trunk with a note on it. Crisp Russian handwriting described one of the wonderful gowns she had fitted to Aksinya. Natalya searched through the trunk and pulled out the gown. It was a light parchment color with lace all around. The dress was both formal and yet wonderfully intimate. It was made of light silk and fine silk lace covered it.


Natalya retrieved Aksinya from the bath and dried her off. When Natalya dressed Aksinya in the gown, it fit her shape wonderfully. It was loose, but fit Aksinya tightly. It did not draw attention to Aksinya’s lack of bosom, but rather accentuated her slight and girlish figure. It made her slim hips look feminine and stylish. Natalya would have liked to see Aksinya wear it to a grand social affair. She knew it would show off her mistress’ best features, although it did make her appear younger than she was. As she settled the dress on Aksinya’s slim figure, Natalya fingered the crosses she had sewed in the fabric and wondered why Aksinya had made her put them there. At the last, Natalya placed a small square silk and lace cap on Aksinya’s head. She pinned the cap and then Aksinya’s hair and pulled her bangs into a part across her forehead.

Aksinya took a glance at herself in the mirror, something she rarely did and smiled. Natalya smiled behind her. Aksinya’s appearance was almost radiant.

He did it again.  The demon chose a thin dress in the middle of winter.  Look at the material and the color.  It is out of place--out of season.  Remember Aunt Brunhilda.  Natalya fits Aksinya better into her clothing than Aunt Brunhilda's seamstress, but still...  The dress is very elegant, but it makes her look like a girl and not a woman.  This will play in the coming scene.  Natalya applauds the choice because?  I wrote it before, but I need to foreshadow this a little.  Natalya obviously views Aksinya as someone to take care of.  She sees her like a sister.  She wants to dress her up, like a doll.  Look at the attention to detail Natalya places on her mistress.  Notice the care with the hair and the cap.  It was such a wonderful change, Aksinya smiled.  This is obviously the single most important thing to Natalya--to please Aksinya.  The dress was chosen by the demon to make Aksinya appear younger and less mature--the reason, we will soon discover.
 
I also took the time to remind you of the crosses on the dresses.  We still don't know if they will work.  Obviously, Aksinya wishes to prevent the demon from removing her clothing as a torture to compel her to act.  We also can guess that she hopes the crosses protect her and Natalya from the influence of the demon.  We and she don't know if this will work at all.
 
Finally, the last picture before the transition is Natalya behind Aksinya at the mirror.  I love this picture.  We see Aksinya backed in every way by her lady-in-waiting both in image and reality.

A New Novel, Part 32 Questions and more Arrival at Wien

I haven't answered questions for a while.  Here are some comments from a reader.  I'll include the next installment at the end.  My comments are in italics

Enjoyed your recent installment on Daemon. Though wondered a few QS about the story's timeline, travel to Záhony, dev of 2 women's relationship, and Q's about the demon... lurking in the background: observing, orchestrating, manipulating, etc.


Q's regarding timeline:
Based on your hint,"The old order of White Russia still reigned", and, your winter scenery, I'm wondering about about the story's exact date (month). Is the rail travel to Hungary occurring in late Feb/early March 1917, after February Revolution of 1917, or, 8 months later, after the October 1917 revolution. (Can't remember; maybe you provided clues already.)
I originally set the story in the summer/fall of 1917.  I later moved it to November 1918.  The reason was to put the story in the middle of the Russian civil war and just after WWI.  I didn't want the characters to have to travel during WWI.  Plus, this gives me an opportunity to tell a little more about the Russian civil war--it lasted longer than many think.

Also curious about travel to Zohony? As I recollect, is that the small town in Szabolcs-Szatmár-Bereg county, in north-eastern Hungary, bordering modern Slovakia, Ukraine and Romania...which back in WW1, was bordering the Russian Empire?
Yes, according to my maps and research, it was a major railhead at the time and a natural triple point of the three nations.

I'm guessing it's late Feb/early march 1917; ie, after abdication of Tsar Nicholas II, still in early stages of 1917 progressive collapse of Imperial Russia..ie, pockets of White guard loyal to Tsar N. out in the countryside;Tsarism, yet be replaced by the Russian Provisional Gov under Prince Georgy Lvov, yet to be see political fighting/drama/massive bloodshed in Russia, in October 1917.
A little later--see above.
Regarding train travel:
Enjoyed your descriptions of rail travel westward across part of Russia to Hungary; seemed very authentic. Particularly liked the physical dialogue, and descriptions of rail car & environment.
I had a chance to ride the rails in Europe.  I take my experiences and project them.  The rest is based in research on travel during the time.

Also thought the dialogue/relationship btwn women was very interesting....excellent character & plot development. Liked the underlying tension, with demon lurking in the background; listening, planning, conniving.

Liked the way you employed the 'prayer beads' & old lady prayers, in A's travel disguise, to hint at the power of the spoken prayer, which both girls voiced w/out full comprehension, and the impact on the demon; prayers, which he sought to stifle, silence, etc. But A cleverly described as part of her costume; I suspect, feigning ignorance on the affect it has on the demon.
Thanks for pointing that out, so I didn't have to.  I miss some of the revelations.  I'm glad you pick up on them.  That is a good sign for the basic writing.
Q's regarding Zohony & Hungarian reception of travelers:

You said: "Zάhony was a city being rebuilt. And, indicated the town was war torn and weary. And, said the old order of White Russia still reigned.
This is obviously something I need to clarify.  I meant that the Russian side was where they left the train and went through customs.  Both sides were rebuilding, but the Hungarian side is where the city is.

Is that 1st part, "city being rebuilt", accurate? And, why would the 'old order' of White Russia still reign in Hungarian town? A metaphor for (local Hungarian society) deferring to (old) tradition, ie, Russian aristocracy. Or, does White Russia actually have political/juristicional influence in that railway border town, in Hungary, And, why would they be afforded a reasonably good or safe reception...in consideration of their inbound travel from Russia?
Sorry need to clarify in the writing.  The Russian customs and "White" Russia is on the Russian side.  Russia is in a civil war and neither side is winning--at the moment.

My recollection: after the Austro-Hungarian Compromise of 1867, when the dual Monarchy of Austria–Hungary was in effect, large parts of the backward Hungarian economy (probably including around Zohony) were being rebuilt; maybe extending into early 1910s +/-.

But, than, WW1 comes around. And, the situation changes. Remember, it was with great difficulty, that the Central Powers (German Empire, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, and the Kingdom of Bulgaria) stopped and repelled the attacks of the Russian Empire.
Now, I'd think that means, that there would be heavy WW1 fighting along the front lines where Hungary bordered Russia; and, especially fighting for control of the rail-lines btwn Russia/Hungary.
Further, my understanding, circa 1917, the Austro-Hungarian Empire was busy withdrawing from all defeated countries; not rebuilding cities, or towns...especially along the Russian border.
So than, if Zohony is indeed a small railroad town right on the border region of Russia (Ukraine), and the characters in the story are arriving there in 1917, near end of WW1, shouldn't it be more impoverished, destroyed; certainly not being rebuilt.
I need to clarify.  This is why I reset the time to November 1918.

And related question, shouldn't we expect to have more tension between the Hungarians soldiers & local citizenry, and arriving travelers (heading westward) from inside the Russian Empire? Whether dressed in disguise as gypsies or poor Russian folks (under spell) or, later, dressed as Russian aristocrats? Pretty clear, they are inbound from Russia. Just curious?
Same as above.

Is it an important or unimportant railway town? A layover, only? Can't recall hint in earlier postings; are you heading towards another Hungarian town, (modern) Romania, or Western Europe...for girls to integrate w/ aristocracy, and practice their sorcery? FYI, I did like the use of 'French' as spoken language, very clever hint of aristocracy, etc..
Thanks.  French was the official language of the Russian aristocracy.  That's why I used it.  One of the characteristics of my writing is to use language as an indicator of culture.
Regarding neighborhood/environment they travel thru:
As previously said, like your descriptions of their travels; but, wondering about the historic authenticity, ie, post WW1, Hungarian town, probably part of the front, in Hungarian fight against Russian Empire. And, are you going to delve further into the circa 1917 historic context (in Hungary, and Russia). ie, era's economic, social, military & empire upheavals? Is that central to the story, or not?
For example, why didn't you have an episode with them directly encountering a revolutionary, or another person on the train? Could have added interesting tension, and plot or character development. Now that they are into Hungarian territory (Central power) will they encounter any retreating Russian White troops along the border? Or, any Austrain-Hungarians, or Germans? Could such an encounter be useful, in developing your storyline, or ancillary?
This is a good point.  I may add this in the next edit.  I really wanted to downplay the travel and give only a taste of it.  The reason was to not detract from the main storyline.  Sorry, because of the time, the war had been over for a few months and longer if you count the Russian pullback.
Regarding dialogue between N & A:
Also, very fascinated by depiction/dialogue highlighting t the 'class' distinction' and evolving relation btwn Natalya & Aksinya...the former, holding Aksinya off (imploringly), and the latter, wanting (demanding) a friendship. Is, or has Aksinya already decided, she needs to confederate w/ Natalya, against the demon...or, just her desire for friendship? Also, looked the way you had Natalya keep her back away from Aksinka, too....to hide the shame of scars from past whippings, etc. Can't figure out yet if Natalya is (truly) beaten down, or playing a role...with ambition of her own.
Finally, Regarding Demon:
Very surprised the Demon hasn't sought to use Natalaya's shame (of her whippings) to directly manipulate her; but, instead is concentrated on working thru/on Aksinya. Any reason why?
Thanks, yes, the demon is slowly playing them because he has no need to press Aksinya yet. Notice, he doesn't go after Natalya directly or obviously. The focus of the demon is Aksinya. We will see how he uses Natalya in the future. I do plan to use the whipping threat, but mostly against Aksinya--she fears the idea of hurting Natalya.  This is an important revelation.


Here is the next bit:
Just as Lady Natalya finished dressing Aksinya, the demon pulled open the door again, “Countess, lady, if you will follow me, I have everything prepared for you.


Aksinya raised her eyebrow, but she stood. She stumbled and Natalya steadied her, “Thank you, Lady Natalya.”

The lady smiled. She placed the wonderful green hat with a slight black veil on Aksinya’s head. It masked her poorly cut hair. Natlaya picked up her sewing and the dress she was working on. Asmodeus reached out to take them both from her. He touched the shoulder of the dress and his expression changed. He almost dropped it.

Aksinya took a startled breath.

Natalya yanked the gown away from the demon’s hand, “Only I handle the countess’ clothing. It is my duty.” She stopped a moment to tuck the dress away with the sewing. The demon grasped the sewing case and it disappeared into his chest.

Aksinya slowly let the air out of her lungs.

Asmodeus turned toward her, “Is there something wrong, countess.”

Aksinya shook her head.

The demon smiled slyly but continued out of the compartment. The ladies followed him.

I thought you would like this short piece where we see Natalya's automatic reaction to her small responsibility being taken by the demon.  Does the demon suspect anything.  I leave it open.

A New Novel, Part 31 Arrival in Wien

The trio have made it to the demon's goal--Wien.  We begin with a little tension and a small crisis.

The train eased to a stop, and Aksinya felt a gentle hand touch her arm. Natalya whispered, “We have arrived, mistress.”


Aksinya yawned and stretched. She smoothed her dress and cleared her throat. She whispered to the window, “What now?”

Asmodeus yanked open the door to their compartment. He laid down Aksinya’s small trunk, “There is a gown I wish you to wear.” He opened the chest.

Natalya moved quickly and blocked his access to the open trunk, “Which gown would you like me to dress, the countess in?” Natalya slowly dug through the clothing until Asmodeus stuck out his hand. Natalya held up a wonderful dress that was once Aksinya’s mother’s. It was one of the first, Natalya had fit to her. Nearly invisible crosses marked its shoulders, collar, and hem.

Aksinya glanced thankfully at Natalya. Though she didn’t fully comprehend the dangerous game Aksinya was playing with the demon, she followed through exactly, perfectly with each of Aksinya’s directives. Aksinya believed the demon might not be able to touch the dresses once the crosses were in place. She hoped she was right. She didn’t think Natalya’s work was unprofitable, but still, she wondered what affect, if any, the crosses might have on the being.

The demon shook his finger at the dress, “Lady Natalya, please attire the countess in this gown and apply this jewelry to her.” He held a pearl necklace and earrings. He pulled out a fancy satin hat that matched the gown, “She shall wear this also.”

Aksinya was drowsy, and she didn’t have the energy to complain. The demon closed the compartment door. Aksinya stepped out of her traveling dress and into the gown. It was finely made of green satin with lace in a formal court pattern. The colors of Aksinya’s house were worked into the lace and the dress. It was thick and warm. The top fit Aksinya much too tightly for the design of the gown, but that was because she didn’t have the endowments of her mother or her sister.

The crisis continues tomorrow.  Sorry this post is a little late.  I was running late following the election returns and parties last night.  I have some questions to address, plus I need to give you the next installment tomorrow.