The Black Collar is the new serialized fantasy novel by D. Wilder. It concerns a dragon bound by the titular artifact, and enslaved to the protection of the wilderness town of Asterryl. The Black Collar will be serialized in several lengthy installments, each revealing new layers to the mysteries that shroud the plot.
The first 8 Chapters comprise the 1st Installment, while chapters 9-18 comprise the 2nd installment.
At this time it is still a Work-In-Progress, and an early draft.
If you enjoy dragons, fantasy novels, or want to see life through the eyes of fantasy's most iconic creature, I hope you'll dig in and enjoy.
The Black Collar
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter One
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Chapter
One
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The
sudden tolling of the warning bell startled Alvaranox from his
slumber. The green dragon leapt to his paws, claws extended and teeth bared. He jerked his horned head up,
only to smash it against the rafters that stretched across the roof
of his enclosure. Pain rang out in his head, adding to the harsh,
throbbing ache of what the dragon dismayingly realized was a
hangover. The dragon pressed a paw to the base of a ridged, black
horn as if to quell the throbbing beneath it.
The
alarm bell tolled again, louder than before. The sound rattled around
inside the dragon’s skull like a beast trying to escape its cage.
The vibrant, echoing noise worsened the ache in the dragon’s head.
He took a few slow breaths, his powerful heart hammering beneath the
plates of his chest. How he hated the sound of that infernal bell.
“I’m
up!” The dragon snarled, shaking his head as though it would clear
the sound. “I’m up already! Stop ringing that damn bell!”
The
bell rang again anyway. It always did. Not that anyone else could
hear it. The terrible tolling existed only in the dragon’s mind. As
if the sound alone was not enough to jar the dragon from his slumber,
the bell itself flickered into his vision and with it the world fell
away.
The Black Collar: Chapter Two
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Chapter
Two
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Alvaranox
rose swiftly into the sea of stars that stretched out in all
directions above Asterryl. Much as the dragon tried to fight it, a
smile graced his muzzle. If he had a single friend in this world, it
was certainly Nylah. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tear up
her next batch of roses again just to spite her. A dragon had to draw
the line somewhere after all.
Within
the span of a few dozen wing beats and just as many breaths, the city
of Asterryl was already shrinking beneath the dragon. The herbs had
not yet kicked in, and the exertion of flight was causing his head to
ache worse than ever. Blood pulsed through his body. He could feel it
thumping through the vast network of tiny veins in his wings,
throbbing through the secondary heart chamber near his tail, and
beating like some blacksmith’s hammer against the anvil of his
brain.
Gods,
he had to stop drinking so much.
The
dragon blinked a few times, flicking his flight membranes closed
across his eyes to fight off the winds buffeting his face. He shifted
and flicked his wings, working his membranes against the air currents
until he felt a pleasant, warm updraft. The hot air rising from the
earth caught his wings, gently elevating him a little higher.
Alvaranox stretched his wings to catch as much of the thermal current
as possible, and then set himself to soar and glide. The less effort
he had to put into flying, the sooner his headache would ease.
The Black Collar: Chapter Three
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Chapter
Three
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Pain
returned, stirring the dragon back to consciousness. He gasped, his
black-horned head jerking up off the grassy ground. For a moment he
could not recall where he was, or why he hurt so badly. Humans were
all around him, pressing things against his body. The more they
pressed on his belly, the worse he hurt.
Alvaranox
screamed.
“He’s
waking up!”
“Never
mind that! Hold that bandage tight, I say!”
The
dragon’s vision swam. He tried to focus on the people around him
but found it impossible. He lifted a fore leg and saw blood caking
it. Confusion and panic rolled through him. They were murdering him.
The dragon tried to swipe at the one pushing upon his belly, yet he
simply lacked the strength. His front leg dropped back to the ground,
limp. Then more pain surged through his belly. He coughed, spat
blood, and blessed unconsciousness wreathed him once again.
Friday, August 23, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Four
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Chapter
Four
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Alvaranox
wandered the wasteland. For hours, he had trekked across the place on
foot. His wings were too weak to carry him. So he walked across
blasted, broken earth. His paws ached from the blistering heat and
the many cracked, rugged pebbles and stones upon which he stepped.
The scorched red hue of the parched ground stretched on endlessly.
The color of it burnt his eyes. The horizon looked infinite, seared
and scarred by the baking sun. The endless expanse was only broken by
the twisted skeletons of long dead trees. Most of their limbs had
rotted away in ages past, leaving only desiccated hunks of gray and
black wood.
Somewhere
in this wretched place there was a bell. Alvaranox intended to find
it, and beat the damn thing into dust.
Yet
for as far as Alvaranox walked, he never seemed to get anywhere. For
every ten broken trees he passed there were ten more. And no matter
how much time elapsed, the sun somehow seemed to rise just a little
higher without ever actually reaching a zenith. The sun glared down
at him in fury and burned his wings. They stung and ached, and he
could not hide them from the ever-present sunlight. When he shifted
them against his back they felt raw and blistered.
The Black Collar: Chapter Five
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Chapter
Five
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Warm,
bright sunlight awoke him. Alvaranox opened his eyes to bleary copper
slits. Why was so much sun pouring through his windows? Movement drew
his attention. People stirred around him, whispering amongst
themselves. Why were there people in his home? If Kirra had decided
to give another tour, he was going to bite her. Alvaranox shifted and
the sudden pulse of throbbing pain deep in his belly and throughout
his paw reminded him of the previous night’s events.
Ah,
yes. All that sunlight was because he was outside. And all those damn
people were there to help tend his injuries.
“Go
away,” he muttered without lifting his head. He did not like having
so many people around him. The dragon’s words came out as little
more than an incomprehensible slur. His tongue felt swollen, pressing
against his teeth. His head ached, his spine felt stiff.
The Black Collar: Chapter Six
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Chapter
Six
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Afternoon
stretched into early evening by the time Alvaranox awoke. The sun had
not yet set, but it hung low in the sky as though growing ever
drowsier. Soon the weight of the coming night would settle upon it
and push the sun below the horizon, bathing the world in darkness
once more. For a little while the dragon just lay upon his bed of
blankets, pillows and furs, staring at the wall. He tried to recall
his dreams, but they eluded him, dancing before his eyes like
fireflies just out of reach. Something about his youth, he thought.
The Black Collar: Chapter Seven
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Chapter
Seven
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Within
a few days, Alvaranox began to adjust to the new rhythms of his life.
His recuperation was a frustrating, arduous process and he spent much
of it laying amidst his bedding. In the mornings he awoke, ate a bit
of breakfast, and limped his way to his copse of trees. Nylah and
Kirra attended his wounds, cleaning and re-bandaging them once a day.
That in and of itself was a laborious process as the dragon’s
injuries were still very fresh and quite tender. Though the women did
all they could to minimize his pain it was still an unpleasant
undertaking.
When
Alvaranox grew weary of laying around in his home all day, he hobbled
out into the fields beyond his sleeping chambers. Much as he hated
being stared at it, he did enjoy the chance to lay in the sun for a
little while. And the guards made sure to keep the crowds at a
distance so they did not bother him. The dragon was a bit surprised
to see how many people showed up every day as if to keep track of his
recovery. He was also pleasantly taken aback to find them delivering
gifts to him. Mostly food and treats from pungent and flavorful
smoked fish, to iced cakes and honey rolls. A few even delivered
bouquets of flowers or potted plants. The dragon had no idea what the
hell he was expected to do with those, but Nylah and Kirra set them
up around his home.
The Black Collar: Chapter Eight
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Chapter
Eight
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Warm
sunlight poured across Alvaranox’s back as he wandered the wilds
beyond the moors. He had been born here, far from Asterryl. Where the
land stretched on, green and gray in all directions. Everything was
wreathed in moss and heather, in grass and boulders. Flowers were
sprinkled amidst rocky bluffs that rose like the chitinous plates
atop some monstrous insect. There were no humans here. No towns, no
roads. No ruins of their fallen civilizations. The wilds went on
forever.
He
was young. Barely even on his own, but like all young dragons the
urge to strike out came with the onset of adolescence. And so he
wandered the wilds and explored the world around him. Days passed him
by in moments, months in slow breaths, and years passed in minutes.
His body grew strong as he learned the ways of the wild. His mother
had taught him to fly and to hunt and to fight, but experience made
him better at all those things. Encounters with others of his kind
taught him to make friends, and enemies, and allies. Instincts and
desires taught him to mate.
The Black Collar: The Line In The Sand
The Line In The Sand is the Second Installment of the serialized fantasy novel, The Black Collar. It comprises the next ten chapters in the Black Collar saga.
It remains a WIP, and I hope you'll enjoy watching the story come to life as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
It remains a WIP, and I hope you'll enjoy watching the story come to life as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Nine
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Chapter
Nine
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Booming
thunder rattled the windows in Alvaranox’s home. Flashes of
blue-white light illuminated the dragon’s sleeping chamber in
flickering moments. The rumbles that followed rolled through the
night in stuttering cascades of furious sound. Curtains of heavy rain
battered the land in ceaseless waves. Between the sharp crackles and
deep reverberations of thunder, the rain that pounded against the
roof and windows filled the night with a steady, hissing rush.
Usually
Alvaranox liked the rain. It reminded him of an old lover he’d met
in a downpour. The memory made him smile. The dragon also knew
Asterryl needed the rain after over a month of hot sun. What the
dragon did not like was all the damn thunder that was keeping him
awake all night.
The
rains had started that morning, gentle at first but soon interspersed
with thunder and heavy downpours. All day long and into the night the
rain and storms had ebbed and flowed, filling the streets and gutters
with muddy streams. Sometime in the middle of the night the storms
reached their apex.
If
Alvaranox was lucky, the floods would wash Asterryl away and he
wouldn’t have to protect it any longer.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Ten
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Chapter
Ten
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The
moors stretched on forever. To the tiny green dragon who bound across
boulder-strewn hills, there was no end to the emerald world. The
grass was soft and the sun was warm. The hatchling was always happy.
The burning of his little legs was outweighed by joyous exuberance as
he raced up another hill. At the top of the rise he scrambled up a
snaking ridge of gray rock. Tiny black claws caught purchase in
crevices and patches of moss as the hatchling climbed. When he stood
atop the highest point the could find, he tipped his stubby-horned
head back, roaring to the brilliant blue skies.
“Rraaaaaaahh!”
At his age it was more joyful squeal than ferocious roar.
The
roar that echoed was deep and resounding, full of primal strength
and wild power. To the little hatchling that roar could have shaken
the clouds from the sky. It rattled loose pebbles atop the ridge of
rock, sent lizards skittering for hiding places. Yet the hatchling
was unafraid. That roar was not a thing of terror or anger. For the
little dragon, that reverberating cry, that earth-shaking roar held
only love because it came from his mother.
“Momma,
look!” The hatchling chirped down at his mother from atop the peak
that seemed so high. “I’m bigger than you!”
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Eleven
Chapter
Eleven
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“I
don’t want to go to the market, Kirra.”
Alvaranox
lay on warm grass, his vast green wings outstretched in the golden
morning sunshine. All around him stretched a blanket of soft green.
The sun-warmed grasses were interwoven with vast tapestries of
vibrant color. The wildflowers that sprang up after the storms had
nearly conquered the entire meadow. Clusters of cherry red flowers
and tall stalks covered in tiny purple blossoms were the most recent
additions to the rainbow of wild colors. A clear trail of flattened
grass and crushed flowers marked the area walked from his home to the
middle of the meadow every day. A wider area of meadow had long since
rebounded from the trampling boots of the Council and their guards.
“Come
along, Sling.” Kirra giggled. “You need the exercise before you
get your stitches out.”
Alvaranox
scrunched his muzzle and flared his spines. “Don’t you dare call
me Sling.” His foreleg and paw were healing well and nearly ready
to bear his weight. Yet Kirra wouldn’t let the dragon go without
the sling until his stitches were removed.
“Very
well,“ Kirra said, waving her hand. Then she smirked. “Hopalong
it is. Now hobble after me, Hopalong. I’ll buy you some lunch and a
treat.”
Monday, August 19, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Twelve
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Chapter
Twelve
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Kirra
tried not to giggle at Alv’s misbehavior as the two of them made
their way from the food court towards one of the outer rings. There
was a large permanent stall there where a local baker sold a variety
of pastries baked in a simple brick oven at the back of the stall.
Both the oven and the stall were sheltered by a heavy canvas tarp
dyed a dark blue shade. It made it look as though the pastry vendor
was sitting beneath a clear evening sky even in the midst of a rain
storm. Bits of straw and sticks hung down from several of the tarp’s
corners where birds made nests in the supporting framework.
A
young man was just placing a new tray of pastries into the wood-fired
oven when the dragon approached. A bit of soot marked his face as
well as his gray clothing. He turned around, wide-eyed as he spotted
the dragon approaching. The baker swallowed so forcefully it seemed a
wonder to Alvaranox that his stomach didn’t distend as a result.
The man looked at the dragon, looked at Kirra, then at the dragon
again.
“Hello,
dragon,” the baker said, failing spectacularly at keeping his
nervousness out of his voice. “How may I…service…you?”
“Service
me?” Alvaranox blinked, pulling his horned head back till his neck
curled in an S. “I prefer females.”
Sunday, August 18, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter
Thirteen
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“You’re
certain I am ready?” Alvaranox lay upon his back atop his pile of
soft things, his wings half folded at his sides. Sunlight poured
through the windows in golden streamers that danced on the dragon’s
green scales. Alvaranox tucked his front paws against his chest. He
held his head up and cocked it to watch the women working. The bitter
smells of herbs and medicinal spirits tainted the air. “You are
certain, aren’t you?”
Nylah
shook a pair of shears at him as she crouched next to his shoulder,
near the front of his wing. “You’re the one who’s been
pestering us to get these stitches out.”
Alvaranox
snorted, his spines raising. Things seemed a little more nerve
wracking now that the moment had arrived. Despite the dragon’s
glare and flared crests, hints of poorly hidden concern softened his
voice. “What if I’m wrong?”
Kirra
clambered up atop the dragon’s chest, settling herself just below
his plates. “Then your wounds will pop open again.” Kirra sounded
far too cheerful to be speaking about something so gruesome. She
tapped her own set of shears against the dark green plates that
protected the dragon’s heart and lungs. “And we’ll have to
start all over. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter
Fourteen
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Alvaranox
relished the feel of the wind against his body. To the dragon the
winds touch was a lover’s caress. Currents of air brushed against
scales, and teased sensitive wing membranes. The dragon’s wings
felt every tiny current, every updraft, every faint change in
temperature. He flicked his flight membranes closed to protect his
eyes. For the dragon who‘d spent long years alone and many weeks in
recovery, his spiraling ascent was nearly erotic. Wind stroked every
scale. His life may be lonely but at least he had the wind to call
his companion.
Gods.
Alvaranox cursed himself. First he was staring at Kirra’s haunches,
now he was getting excited by the wind. He had to find a female.
Alvaranox
rose higher, then flared his wings and rode the currents. Fingers of
air teased his scales, stroked his wings. Asterryl spread beneath him
as he climbed, stretching like an old gray scab upon the otherwise
green land. Even if the city had not enslaved him, it would look like
a blemish on the earth to the dragon.
Friday, August 16, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Fifteen
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Chapter
Fifteen
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Alvaranox
had collected himself by the time Kirra returned. He sat upon his
haunches with his black spined tail curled around his paws. The sun
drooped lower and lower as though the sky itself were struggling to
stay awake. The early evening light painted the dragon’s copper
eyes in shades of vibrant gold, hiding his emotions.
Kirra
came around the side of Nylah’s house, following the trail that
Alvaranox’s paws cut through the grass over the years. An odd,
jangling clatter accompanied her return. She pushed weeping willow
boughs out of her face, passing beneath the ancient tree. Kirra
brushed her hand over the surface of one of the colorful murals Nylah
was painting across the wall of her home. Alvaranox hoped the paint
was dry or Kirra’d be in trouble.
“Ready!”
Kirra announced as she came around the back of Nylah’s home. By
then Nylah was back to gardening as though she hadn’t been
comforting a sobbing dragon only minutes earlier. “You sure you
don’t want to go, Nylah?”
Thursday, August 15, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter
Sixteen
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By
the time the rising sun first painted the earth in burnt shades of
gold, Alvaranox and Kirra were already in the sky.
Comforted
by Kirra’s presence and her determination to somehow make things
right, Alvaranox’s slumber had been peaceful. Kirra wrapped herself
in a blanket and slept alongside the dragon after he promised to try
not to roll over and crush her in his sleep. A blushing bruise was
spreading across the inky eastern horizon by the time the dragon was
out hunting breakfast. When he returned he found Kirra was awake and
waiting on the dragon to light her cooking fire. Once the two of them
had filled their bellies, it was time to go collect some trophies.
With Kirra’s help, Alvaranox secured a heavy burlap bag around his
neck before taking to the skies. At least Kirra managed to avoid
screaming during the ascent this time.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter
Seventeen
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Late
afternoon sun painted the island gold when Alvaranox and Kirra
returned. Alv left the sword and helmet behind. They reminded him
more of death than victory. The sword was too heavy for Kirra.
Alvaranox decided to let it rot in the sun along with the bodies of
his attempted slayers. The dragon did not want to talk to Kirra about
his latest vision but nor he did not want to leave her worrying.
Alvaranox told her he saw memories from another Guardian Slave who
could not protect her home.
As
Alvaranox flew back towards Asterryl, questions whirled in his mind
like dead leaves spinning in the wind. Why was he seeing these things
now? Why did he see Asterryl burning? Was the collar trying to warn
him what would happen if he failed? He did not want to be Asterryl’s
slave, yet he held no real desire to see the place burned or its
people slaughtered.
That
dragon in his vision. She seemed so heartbroken. She must have cared
for those people. It seemed as though they’d treated her better
than Asterryl treated him. Why were the men in the black and red
cloaks there? Were they not dragon slayers?
“Alv,”
Kirra said, loudly enough to draw the dragon from his thoughts. “We
should go for a swim.”
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
The Black Collar: Chapter Eighteen
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Chapter
Eighteen
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Moonlight
painted the silent world silver. Alvaranox flew above the nighttime
moors, unable to recall his ascent. The world was still and quiet. No
animals howled, no insects chirped. Nothing stirred in the darkness
beneath the dragon’s wings. The land seemed frozen. On and on he
flew and the moon did not move in the sky. The moors were as endless
and without life as the waste he wandered in his dreams.
This
land seemed unfamiliar. He knew he had been here many times and yet
everything seemed so different. The dragon could not recall why he
had taken to the skies. His memories were cracked fragments of a
shattered mirror, reflecting only moments and broken ideas. Flight.
Swimming. Friend. Love. Fear. Crumbled walls. A flash of something
more substantial flickered in his mind, but the black cloak edged in
scarlet vanished from memory before he could gasp it.
In
its place came new memories. A stream of images and colors poured
through his mind. The colors rolled across his vision, painting the
world around him. In an instant the dark, lifeless moor was replaced
by color, beauty and a thriving village. He stood on the streets,
near a bridge that crossed a rushing river. The streets beneath his
paws was freshly cobbled, the buildings that surrounded him recently
constructed. The village was prosperous and growing by the day.
A
bell tolled in the distance.
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