Devyn Bran'ock - FF

Another action packed week, though thankfully a bit quieter than my last one. Not sure I could have handled another week with that much excitement. 

A few updates before the newest Fiction Friday post; goodreads. Yup, you know goodreads, we all do...but did you know I host a book club on goodreads? IA Book Club is a great places for readers and writers of multi-genre to meet and discuss books, book, books, writing, and our other hobbies. This month we are reading Wool by Hugh Howey and would like to welcome you to join us. 

Also on goodreads, you can now find my short story, Beverage Therapy, listed as releasing in November. Make sure to add that to your goodreads shelves and I’ll have more details on how you can get your hands on it in the coming weeks. 

Next week I’ll be off on an adventure so in honor, here’s the character backstory for my DnD Character, Devyn. 

Have a lovely weekend and as always, happy reading!
~Eliza

Devyn Bran’ock has a history she keeps close to her chest.  As one of twelve daughters (and a middle one at that) of a minor Lord and Lady of the land, she wanted for nothing, except her freedom. Like the dutiful daughter she was, she learned her history, her needlepoint and many forms of pleasing music, but when told she would be wed to a Lord with connections and older than her by twenty, it tested her family ties. A reluctant victim of the arranged marriage, Devyn continued on as best as she could. She made friends with the manor staff and specifically the medicine woman, but when her Lord learned of her fondness for the old woman he’d also found Devyn’s pressure point.  He used the old woman against Devyn to get what he desired, and when Devyn tried to fight back, he’d take it out on the old woman as punishment.  Late one evening, his anger fueled by alcohol, he went too far and murdered the old woman in front of Devyn.  Outraged, she gathered what things of hers she could carry and snuck off in the night.  

She wandered alone for days, living off roots and berries she could find along her journey, keeping her identity a secret for fear of being found.  When sneaking the last of the warmth from a circus fire she stumbled upon a child in need of healing.  She had learned many things from the old medicine woman and didn’t hesitate to help the poor child.  When she was found sleeping in a tree nearby the following morning by the circus elders, they thanked her, fed her, and offered to train her to join their traveling circus.

For two years, Devyn learned acrobatics, the art of disguise, and advanced her performance and musical skills with the circus folk.  But when she felt her life turning, she set out for a new adventure, one that took her to Zasphyr and the Greyhaven society.

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