In creating a sequel to The Innamorati, I am focused on two key elements -- Zizola the street girl who inherited the fabulous maze through which pilgrims wander to confront their curses, and the labyrinth itself, a self-creating, always transforming magical space. In order to move the story for Zizola, I had to move the labyrinth and the only way to do that was to make it disappear after a century of existing in one place. So here is part of that from the current draft when pilgrims and locals attempt to console themselves with the disappearance of the maze.
"And it happened that in the sudden the absence of the great maze of Labirinto there rose instead of cedar walls, spoken words, tales flowing from eager mouths, minds struggling to comprehend the mystery of what had happened through stories. For the bereaved, the cursed, and the shocked, the fate of the maze was rebuilt in illusionary tales, twig by tree, branch and bark, one word at a time. A thin widow, her back curled as a new fern declared she had seen the swirl of black smoke rise from the center of the maze, open like the jaws of a huge serpent and swallow the maze whole. No, countered a weaver, there was woman, dressed in silver clothes, she glowed like the moon as she plucked a thread from the base of the maze and slowly unwound it from the ground up into a skein. Then what happened? a child asked. Well she took it to the sky, and began reweaving. Wait until tonight. You will see there will be a new cloth of stars. It was a giant, another pilgrim began and immediately was interrupted—a giant? There’s no such thing! What was it then? It was a strega—she’s put a spell on it to make it invisible. Bah! shouted another and began his story.
On and on they composed, each trying to retain the fragile memory of the magnificent maze, trying desperately not to succumb to the grief of losing so precious, so rare a thing. In the empty piazza redolent with the scent of melancholy, story made dense the disappeared, and the maze in the course of a long morning passed whole once more into the shadows of myth."
Art: Master of Cassoni Campona "Theseus and the Minotaur" early 16th c, Christian Schloe "A Glimmer of Hope".