A Dresden Files wanderlust

A snippet from a longer Dresden Files story that I’m writing; this comes towards the end, after the adventure’s over and Dini’s come home.

I leave my office and head to see my brother. As I sit in his comfortable visitor’s chair and recount my previous few days, the adventure seems so far away, a fairytale and a story that happened to someone else, a long time ago, in a place far away. I’m not sure I’m back from it yet, but I’m not sure I’m still there.

And when I leave, the feeling of unreality is still with me. This town feels small, and too busy; I’m aching for the bright lights of Vegas, the hot desert beneath my feet, the grasslands and rustling leaves of the Summer Court. I’m outgrowing my world, much as the thought stings. I used to like my contacts and my friends –

And then I stop.

No, I didn’t.

I was a woman on her knees, trapped, unable to fight her corner. I was stuck in a maze of concrete and tarmac, running endlessly away from my shadows, unable to stomach my brother’s lack of morals but unable to do much more than futilely hammer against the relentless tide. My contacts in the police – both mortal and supernatural – helped, along with my new friendships, my expanding network. But they didn’t solve any of the problems.

It’s the Summer grasslands that have won my heart, and the pull of the world that is drawing me away from the city I grew up in. I know the rest of the world is out there, now. There’s other cities to see, other foods to taste, other hills to climb. There’s people to meet, for all that they could be my enemies. There’s loves to be found, losses to bear, scars to create, changes to make.

There’s a world out there.

And I don’t know how long I can fight that pull.

Author: kate

Kate Coe is an editor, book reviewer and writer of fiction & fantasy. She writes the sparkpunk GreenSky series and blogs at writingandcoe.co.uk. When she's not working, she fills her spare time in between writing with web design, gaming, geeky cross-stitch and DIY (which may or may not involve destroying things). She also reads far fewer books that she would like to, but possibly more than she really has time for.