I have come to show my (_!_).
No, really, I am going to show my ass. Okay, not *MY* ass but… Alright, let me explain – no, that would take too long. Let me sum up.
The hero, Bryton.
This man, grrrr. Let me tell you, it is a good thing he is a fictional character or I would have slapped the snot out of him more than once. I didn’t want to write his story at all. He kept bugging me, whispering in my ear, telling me all these secrets to entice me. He’s a like a bratty toddler who keeps pushing and pushing until you give him a cookie.
Fine, I gave him a cookie. I wrote his story. In sixty days. Over 80,000 words. *rubs hand in remembered writer’s cramp*
Once he started talking, he didn’t wait around for me to catch up. Speaking of talking, he has a trucker-mouth. Or he would if truckers existed in my world. He’s a soldier, a warrior, a tough guy who doesn’t take back-talk from anybody. He and he alone had the balls to stand up to Taric and say, “Yo, Prince-dude, you screwed up by screwing the magic chick!”
Enter his heroine, Salome. Come on now, do you really think I was going to let him shack up with some sweet, obedient little Ms. Nobel Lady? (Elmer Fudd voice: You don’t know me very well, do you?) I had to make his ass suffer. So I gave him a mouthy little firecracker in an orange dress. The best foil for a hero like Bryton was none other than Mother Nature. She put his ass on the ground the first day, literally!
But then, magic happened. They found a truce, a peace, that blossomed into a love that shocked me with its depth. Salome at Sunrise, the story I didn’t plan to write, touched me like no other story has.
But Bryton is still an ass. An ass that somehow defied the odds and became my favorite hero.
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