Rex’s Wish – A Tragic Romance

When Joe Campbell wrote The Chainsaw Sharks I swore I would never write again. I thought that there wasn’t any point in even trying to match such a perfect literary masterpiece.

Then, one day, a shaft of light fell upon me from the heavens. I rushed to my computer and let my fingers fly across the keyboard. When I was finished, I wept, for I realized I had written the most beautiful and tragic romance of all time.

I give you…

Rex’s Wish

Hear friend, and listen to the story of a love so pure as to make a hardened warrior weep.

This is a story of difference and sameness, a story of joy and tragedy, a story of the unique and unbreakable bond between a woman and a tyrannosaurus rex. 

None had ever seen a woman as lovely as Lady Matilda. Her form was comely, her eyes like glowing sapphires, her hair like the wisps of lichen swaying from the treetops. Her skin glowed with the softness of nuclear fire, her lips the red-hot center.

None who glimpsed that face could cease speaking of it. Though many a nobleman tried to win the heart of fair Matilda, she scorned them all. Some she hurled from her balcony, some she beheaded, some she slowly poisoned. Yet this did not stop men from trying to win her, for she was lovely and men in love are fools.

Now, word of her beauty spread all the way to the Kingdom of Pangea which was inhabited by the great prehistoric beasts, and ruling over the beasts was the tyrannosaurus, whose name means “king” in the old tongue, for truly he was a king. He heard tales of the lady’s beauty and longed to see her face.

He traveled for three days and three nights, eating nothing along the way except the occasional peasant. On the evening of the third day, under the cover of darkness, he approached her tower as she stood upon her balcony, gazing wistfully over the hills. A ray of moonlight illuminated her comely face and Rex fell hopelessly in love. 

She saw him too, with his great claws and sharp teeth, and yellow eyes burdened by unquenchable hunger. She realized that she loved him more than she could ever love any man.

At once she sent for a fine steer, which she had hurled into his waiting jaws. In return, he sang to her, a song of his unending love.

Every day he came to see her. He would sing to her anew, and she would throw him steaks, mutton, and any suitors who happened to be visiting, which he would gratefully devour. Their love grew and they were happy, except for one thing. 

When he finished singing to her each evening, she would wrap her arms around his scaly snout and embrace him. But alas! He could not embrace her back, for his arms were too short. 

She told him she didn’t care, that she loved him exactly as he was. But Rex cared. 

He was ashamed that he could not embrace his beloved. 

He spent many long hours, staring at his reflection on the surface of the lake, resenting his shriveled, useless arms. He would cry out to heaven, asking why God bothered giving tyrannosaurus’s arms at all when they were good for nothing. 

Then he would wonder how long it would be before Matilda left him for one of her human suitors, who could hug her properly.

Now, Rex heard word of an enchantress who could help with his problem. So he journeyed into the mountains and presented his dilemma to her. She gave him a potion and swore to him that at dawn, he would have useful arms. 

He took the potion to the lakeside where he drank it. At once, he fell into a deep sleep and when he woke, he was overcome with delight. For he had bronzed, muscular human arms that would make Hercules jealous. 

He was overcome with joy and ran at once to Matilda’s tower, calling out to her.

She came out onto her balcony and let out an awful shriek. For the thing she saw charging toward her, was not her beloved, but an ungodly abomination! As he came below her balcony, she swooned and fell down into his open jaws. 

Rex gasped and in doing so, accidentally swallowed her in a single tragic gulp. She was delicious but that did not stop him from crying out in horror. He had eaten his beloved! How could he do such an awful thing? He threw himself down into the grass and was so consumed by grief he went extinct. 

And to this day, if you pass by that field of the weeping reeds, you can hear him singing his song of sorrow, and if you listen closely, you may hear his beloved singing along with him from the depths of his cavernous bowels, joined together for eternity.


Contemplate this tale and weep.

Podcast: Five Tips for Creating Captivating Characters

Well developed characters are the difference between your readers caring and not caring, between them being engaged and losing interest. If you don’t have relatable characters, your story could be doomed. (No pressure.) 

In this episode, Dominic and Katy discuss 5 tips for developing characters your readers will stick with until the end. 

Join us for a 15-minute tip each week, short enough to squeeze in, long enough to learn something, and definitely not enough to last a whole cup of coffee. Why? So that you can get back to stunning your readers.

Podcast: Five Tips for Writing Dialogue

Good dialogue is critical to building your characters, engaging your readers, and shaping your story. Now all you have to do is type up some awesome character conversations that do just that! It will be easy. Except that it isn’t. You are stuck. You are panicking. FEAR NOT!

In this episode, Dominic and Katy share some tips on creating gripping dialogue that will hold your readers till the end.

Join us for a 15 minute tip each week, short enough to squeeze in, long enough to learn something, and definitely not enough to last a whole cup of coffee. Why? So that you can get back to stunning your readers.

Just Write Already is the short show for new authors to create pop fiction that means something! It’s filled with tips, real-life stories, and terrible advice you should definitely ignore. We are Dominic de Souza & Katy Campbell, novel-writers and story-lovers who really need to stop talking and get back to writing. We’re helping you break free, get better, and write wilder – so that readers can’t put your story down!

Fabulous Fan Art!

A couple of the beta readers for Rosaline’s Curse sent me fan art and it made me laugh so much, I asked them if I could share!

The first couple are from Grace Woods. You can see more of her art here: https://legendfiction.com/post/grace-woods-2/

And these are from Max Woods. You can see more of his art here: https://legendfiction.com/post/max-woods-2/

Chapter 35: Mark Doesn’t Keep Calm
Portrait of Rosaline’s Evil Ex

Thank you, Grace and Max! You guys are crazy talented!


You can get Rosaline’s Curse for free in exchange for an honest review on your favorite online book store. Free copies are limited so get them while they last. 🙂

Podcast: How to Make Dialogue Sound More Real and Readable

Dialogue! We all engage in it every single day. So why is it so hard to write? In this episode, Dominic and Katy talk about what makes good dialogue and why it is critical to your story.

Join us for a 15 minute tip each week, short enough to squeeze in, long enough to learn something, and definitely not enough to last a whole cup of coffee. Why? So that you can get back to stunning your readers.

Just Write Already is the short show for new authors to create pop fiction that means something! It’s filled with tips, real-life stories, and terrible advice you should definitely ignore. We are Dominic de Souza & Katy Campbell, novel-writers and story-lovers who really need to stop talking and get back to writing. We’re helping you break free, get better, and write wilder – so that readers can’t put your story down!

Chapter One: The Magic Rectangle

Hello folks! Wanted to share Chapter One of my new book Rosaline’s Curse.

This book will be released on June 25th!

(But if you want to read it for free, right now, scroll to the bottom of this post for the super-secret, exclusive, VIP link.)

Enjoy!


Rosaline awoke to the astonished face of a mustached man. The last thing she remembered was cutting her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. She furrowed her brow. Why on earth had she touched the spindle? That was stupid.

The mustached man was standing next to her bed frozen in shock. Rosaline studied him. It truly was an awful mustache—like a balding caterpillar crawling across his upper lip. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-three. His hair, like his mustache, was a sandy color.

He was wearing an ornament on his face. A silver frame rested on his nose and held a rectangular piece of glass over each eye. It could have been decorative, but Rosaline suspected it had some practical purpose. Behind the device, his hazel eyes were bright and curious.

She sat up and looked around. She was in a tower room, not all that different from the one she occupied at home in Kaltehafen. It contained a table with an open Bible on it, a chest, and of course, that stupid spinning wheel.  Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. She looked at her own hands and noticed that she was as dusty as everything else in the room. Her finger was scabbed where she had pricked herself.

In addition to the mustached man, three others were present. 

A man stood by the door dressed in black from head to foot, except for his sleeves which were white. He wore a shiny black hat, with a brim only on the front. 

A short, round, gray-haired man stood in the middle of the room holding a tiny book in one hand and what Rosaline guessed was a writing implement in the other.  

The last person was standing next to the table holding some sort of flat, metal, rectangle in both hands over the Bible. She gaped at Rosaline, then looking at the mustached man said one word:

“Mark?”

The mustached man started stuttering something in a language Rosaline couldn’t understand. He kept pointing to Rosaline and shrugging. 

“Who are you?” Rosaline asked, hoping one of the four strangers would answer. 

Then they swarmed around her all talking at once, and looking at each other and looking at her. 

It was immediately clear to Rosaline that they were just as confused as she was. 

Then the woman held up her hands and yelled something that silenced the others. She stooped down so she was at eye level with Rosaline and asked her a question. 

Rosaline could not understand the words. What language were they all speaking? The woman asked her another question. Rosaline still could not understand, but she recognised the woman had switched languages. 

Loquerisne Latine?” Rosaline asked, which means, “do you speak Latin? 

All four people started chattering excitedly. Rosaline tried not to roll her eyes. It was a bad habit of hers. The mustached man held up a finger and then pulled a rectangle out of his pocket.

It was like the one the woman had been holding—flat and very shiny. 

He tapped on it, and then the surface illuminated. Rosaline stood up and leaned over to get a better view. The surface of the rectangle looked like a page from a book with Latin letters lined up on the bottom in little squares. When the man tapped them, they appeared in a frame on the upper left side of the page. He was writing words, but the words didn’t make sense. He tapped a tiny blue rectangle and suddenly a new sentence appeared in the box on the right. It made sense, sort of: 

I am Mark Reid, The Learner of Humans. How do you live? What is the year?

Rosaline wanted to get a closer look at the rectangle. Was it some sort of magic? Or a machine maybe? What was the light source and where did the letters come from? She extended her hand toward it. Mark Reid, The Learner of Humans, pulled it back and shook his head. 

Rosaline wondered if it was dangerous if used by someone uneducated in its ways.

He withdrew a tiny book from his clothing and gave it to her. Rosaline laughed when she looked at it. She’d never seen such a little book before. The pages were very smooth. He handed her what she supposed was a pen but didn’t give her any ink. When he saw the confusion in her eyes, he took the pen from her and scrawled it over the parchment. Lines appeared without ink. Rosaline took the pen and wrote: 

I am Princess Rosaline of Kaltehafen. It is the Year of Our Lord 1227. Why shouldn’t I be alive?

The mustached man looked at her words and added them to the page on his rectangle which changed them from Latin into the gibberish she supposed was his native tongue. 

His eyes widened. He looked from her to the magic rectangle and back again. He held out the rectangle for the older woman to see and they both exchanged excited words. He added his reply and turned the magic rectangle around for her to see. 

The year is 2017. 

Rosaline stared astonished. Then all at once, she burst out laughing. It was too wonderful to believe. She looked at the strange people in front of her and their funny clothes and their funny little machines. 

What other wonders were beyond the castle walls in this marvelous future? 

Mark and his companions exchanged confused glances and spoke to each other for a moment. Rosaline jumped down from her bed. She had no interest in exploring the room. She doubted anything in it had changed much in seven hundred and ninety years. She brushed herself off as she walked, in a futile attempt to remove the dust.

The four strangers all started speaking again, clearly confused. Rosaline took the opportunity to brush past them and head for the exit. 

They started calling after her. She paused and looked over her shoulder. Mark, The Learner of Humans, was beckoning for her to come back. She felt a twinge of irritation at this. She had been locked in that oppressive room for centuries. What lay in store for her beyond the castle walls? What other people? What other machines? What other marvels had she yet to see? She ignored his calls and sprinted out the door.

She could hardly contain her excitement. The best part about waking up seven hundred and ninety years in the future was that it meant Lord Julyan was dead. And if Lord Julyan was dead, she wouldn’t have to marry him. 

This future—her future—was entirely her own.


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