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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Tour de Blogg White Leaves by M.P. Ness


When she opened her eyes again, she found herself looking not on a field of fire and machines. There were no bodies, no agents - nothing but herself in a chair. She was just seven years old. A late evening in the office at Hunter Industry’s yard unfolded before her, looking just as it had more than eleven years ago…

She sat in a high-backed office chair with her back to one cozy armrest and legs dangling over the other, peering rather disinterestedly out a nearby window gone dark with the late hour. Halfheartedly she followed the reflected proceedings behind her without seeming to do so. Below she also studied the many spotlights and headlights of dozens of crews going about their business.

On a far hill in the dark whose trees were yet standing, out where no crew should be working and no road did wander, she thought she saw a new light. It came and went in just a silver flicker, but it was there sure enough.

Her large brown eyes perked up and she studied intently, letting the meeting behind her lose focus as she stared through it to beyond. The image of her father blurred and the darkness prevailed. But the silver light did not come again.

The two descended from the high untouched woods of the Cascade Range as black ghosts. It was a very long trek by the standards of men, but as faerie kin traveling through the Veil of the Leaf’s Edge where time was stretched and space was diminished, the elves soon passed along ever-busy streets. They approached Seattle from the north through the various cities in their path, each named as individual though nothing really changed from one to the next.

One thing the Veil didn’t distort was the scent of poisons leaked into the world by mankind’s creations. Deh Leccend could almost taste it, and it didn’t take his trained eyes to see the devastation it wrought within the trees. It was slowly choking the life out of them.

Of course humankind was blind to the suffocating fumes of automobiles, air conditioning, refuse, and dozens of other pollutants. But the trees weren’t. They cried out actively with voices men could not hear to the sudden nearness of the powerful ones who could. Trees were more than they’d ever seemed to men. They could sense the presence of Elvine-born, even though none of these trees, no matter their size, were old enough to hold memories of the Elvine kin. Deh Leccend could feel them beg for his touch. They collectively ached for salvation, and beseeched him for it. But he could only afford them a momentary glimpse of peace - a second’s respite from the torture of their existence.


Born in the Midwest, I share my birthday with Leonardo Da Vinci, and seem to share a bit of that creative monster's spirit.

I paint, draw, write, sculpt, and more.
I'm extremely prolific when I don't have life and day-jobs tying me down.

I published my debut novel, E.L.F. vol. 1, White Leaves, July 1st, 2013, and hope to release the sequel, Blighted Leaves, sometime early/mid 2014

White Leaves is currently available at all major online retailers in both print-paperback and eBook forms.

I do my own cover-art, book-trailers, formatting, and marketing.
It's tough, but a thoroughly engaging ride.

I've also done logo, cover art, and animations for local Seattle area musicians, other musicians elsewhere, luthiers, videographers, authors, and retailers.

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