It is done

[machshefa]

The final chapter of King of Swords, "That which is love, and that which is light..." has posted to:

The Petulant Poetess,

Ashwinder,

OWL,

and fanfiction. net 




*hugs to ariadne1  for the banner... it has an exceptional provenance.  Thank you, my friend.

As a bonus, some of the cards (Druid Craft Tarot Deck) that appear in the narrative...  

   

Position 10-Outcome      Position 1-Heart of         Position 2-Significator   Position 6-Future             Position 4-Past
                                         the matter


from the second spread (six pointed star)  Pivot of Change...  
The Fool.

Here is the Celtic Cross thrown by the fortune teller... I couldn't get higher resolution, but it gives you some idea of how it appears. :)

Acknowledgements: And so we come to the end of our tale. Finishing this story feels like a milestone in a way that completing no other story has done. I’m a different writer than I was when this story was first begun, and I can’t click “complete” without indulging in some (possibly long-winded) acknowledgements.

Thanks to all of you, enthusiastic and faithful readers, who stayed with the story through long gaps in posting, and welcome to new readers who waited patiently for it to be complete. I have enjoyed each comment and review, and very much enjoy dialoguing about the story. I look forward to questions, reflections, and comments now that the story is complete as well.

Some writers write in isolation, keeping their story and their storytelling under wraps until they feel it’s ready to see the light of day. I, however, am not one of those writers.

I would never have put metaphorical pen to paper to write fiction had it not been for both the urging and support of Annie Talbot. Annie reads more drafts of each chapter (for this and every other story I’ve written) than any human being should ever have inflicted on them with neither a word of complaint or fatigue. Moreover, she made every single chapter better with her touch.

“King of Swords” would never have been born at all had Ariadne not poked me one night and dragged me over to the Potter Place prompt list on The Petulant Poetess. “It’ll be fun!” she said. And it has been. I was still a really brand-new writer, wibbling over every word and shaking with each revealed image. I still do that, but not nearly as much (or for as long) as I did. Thanks to Ariadne and Annie for tolerating me, especially in those early months of writing.

Thanks also to Juno Magic, Mia Madwyn, Subversa, and Drinking Cocoa who have each weighed in on story structure, style and content at various parts of its development. I am fortunate beyond measure to have such generous and talented alpha readers. To Lady Karelia and Kittylefish who were both so enthusiastic about this story from the time it was a tiny thing with only a handful of chapters posted. Kitty has been an unflagging admin for each chapter, patient with her corrections, and enthusiastic with her response to the story. Karelia has been spectacular in both adminning and (speed of light) beta reading, supporting and encouraging me all along the way. This story owes so much to all of you.

*hugs you all

Comments

[machshefa.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay! I'm squeeing that you're going to pick it up again from the beginning! Yayayay! I can't wait to hear what you think. Enjoy!

*dances