Chapter 5 | The Tale of Two Kingdoms
Appetites Lost, Appetites Found, Appetites Lost Again
"Temmin?" said Queen Ansella, leaning across his father. "Are you unwell?"
"I'm fine, Mam--Mother," he squeaked, then forced a smile. Wouldn't do to call the queen Mama in public.
"You look very pale suddenly." She gave him a concerned little frown. "Ellika," she called, "be sure he eats."
Ellika rolled her eyes, but when she looked over at her brother, she frowned as well. "You do look a little out of sorts. You can't be suffering the pangs of love already? She hasn't even rejected you yet!"
"Oh be quiet, Elly," he said irritably. "Actually, no, don't be quiet. Tell me, who is that man by the far doorway?"
"Which man--oh, that man," she said. "That, darling brother, is your new tutor, the Teacher--for Pagg's sake, Temmy, don't breathe and swallow at the same time!" She patted his back as he sputtered on a mouthful of wine.
The Teacher. The ghost in the mirrors was the Teacher. A chill started in his palms and the soles of his feet and rushed through him, leaving him clammy and, for the first time since puberty, entirely without an appetite.
He looked back down the hall. The figure in black was still standing there, seemingly unnoticed by anyone else. The gray eyes he'd seen in the mirror were looking straight at him, assessing him coldly. Temmin looked down at the soup that had appeared in front of him, nauseous, and wondered how he would get through the dinner. When he looked back up, the Teacher was gone.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and blew it out. When he opened them again, the Teacher was still gone, and he felt as if a weight had lifted. His appetite returned--came roaring back, in fact--and he picked up his soup spoon with a good will. There were so many questions going through his mind! He wanted nothing more than to return to his study and pace, and think. Jenks. He could talk to Jenks about this, see what the servants knew.
He glanced at his father and jumped a bit; the king was unexpectedly watching him, closely. "Sir?"
"You recognized the Teacher."
"I'm sorry, Father, what?"
"Don't dissemble, Temmin, I'm neither deaf nor blind. How have you seen the Teacher before? There is no possibility your paths would have crossed."
Temmin blushed and played with his spoon, chasing a parsley leaf around the shallow soup bowl. "Well, sir, I'm sure it would sound very strange and very foolish if I told you--"
"Let me judge that." The king's dark eyes were intense, but not unfriendly, and he put his hand briefly on his son's arm. "Tell me."
"I--Ever since I came to the Keep, I've been seeing a face very like his in every mirror I look in, it seems. Just faintly, beneath my own reflection." The king blanched, and Temmin said hastily, "I told you it was crazy, Father, I'm sorry--"
"For what?" his father cut him off. "Don't be sorry, Temmin. You did the right thing by telling me." He gestured to Affton, who was supervising the staff with discreet hand signs from on high behind the head table. The king whispered something into the butler's ear and he nodded and left the room briefly.
"Now," he said, turning his attention back to his son. "We are going to finish our dinner, and you will dance one last set before leaving the ball for the evening. We will then go directly to my library."
"Yes, sir," said Temmin, more confused than ever. King Harsin turned his attention to the Queen. Temmin looked at Ellika questioningly out of the corner of his eye. She gave a tiny shrug under the cover of patting her lips with her napkin. He went back to removing every scrap of food from the plates set before him, and decided that under the circumstances allowing himself to think about Allis Obby was actually a good idea.
He looked back down the hall to where she sat. She was dazzling, and the men sitting on either side of her were vying for her attention. She looked up briefly, met his eyes and smiled, and he felt his cheeks flush with pleasure. She then looked sideways across the table a few chairs down, met someone else's eyes and smiled again, a more intimate, loving smile. The flush turned to one of jealousy, and he saw that the object of her attention was looking straight up at him.
The eyes were unmistakable, the same leaf green as Allis. His hair was the same glossy black. He was Allis--taller, clearly male, and just as beautiful. The young man smiled at him, and Temmin swallowed hard.
Ellika followed his gaze. "Ah. That's her brother, Issak. Twins."
"Yes," said Temmin faintly. "I can see the resemblance." He decided to keep his eyes to himself for the rest of the meal.
When it finally ended, Temmin walked his mother out of the dining hall into the ballroom. "You're certain you're all right, son?" Ansella said, patting his arm.
"Never worry, Mama," he said so only she could hear. He escorted her to the dais, sat her down, and turned to join the dancers.
"Temmin," she said, stopping him gently. "Don't be afraid of your father. He's a good man." He studied her for a moment, then smiled, kissed her hand and took to the floor.
To his deep disappointment, Allis had no dances left, not a one. "Will you be at Baron Leutefloss's ball next week, your highness? I promise I shall save a dance for you then."
"Miss Obby, I should be obliged if you'd save a whole set for me!" he said fervently. Allis laughed, gave a little curtsy, and disappeared into the dancers with her partner.
He watched her go with deep disappointment. Catching Sedra's eye a short distance away, he extended a hand imploringly, and she smiled, crossed the room, and took it. The orchestra struck up a dobla, and the dancers were off, Temmin sweeping his sister along so hectically that soon his hair was falling into his eyes, and one of the roses flew out of Sedra's hair. It was worth it to see her laugh, he thought.
When the time came to leave the ball a few dances later, he was ready. He joined his parents on the dais, and all three saluted the company. The assembly genuflected, and the three climbed the stairs together, the king and the prince on either side of the queen.
"Come," said Harsin crisply to Temmin as soon as they were clear. "Kiss your mother good night. Ansella, if you are still awake, I will be in to wish you good night in an hour or two." And before the queen could answer, he took Temmin by the arm and fairly marched him off to the king's private chambers.
"Papa, what is this about?" said Temmin once they were inside.
"It is about you, your highness," said a voice by the hearth. There stood the Teacher.
The Teacher wore long, professorial black robes over a neat black suit, a crisp white shirt and a slender, deep red cravat. Long white hands. No decoration or other affectation but a pair of pince nez dangling from a ribbon, and a simple chain and watch fob. Above the starched collar was the face he'd seen in the mirror, smooth, rather stern, not a hint of stubble, an oddly sensuous mouth, serious gray eyes, and iron-colored hair pulled back into a neat tail by a ribbon that matched the cravat.
The whole effect was of cool, commanding, compelling, ageless, ferocious intelligence, and Temmin did his best to keep his back straight and his heartbeat under control. He decided it was best to get straight to the point, and show he wasn't afraid. "What about me, then? Why have I been seeing you in mirrors?"
"And you seemed so polite to the servants," said the Teacher.
"You shouldn't have been able to see Teacher, Temmin," said his father, and, to the Teacher, "Show him, please."
"Very well." The Teacher approached a large cheval glass standing incongruously in the corner. "Who would you like to see? Never mind, I shall hazard a guess. Mirror, if Allis Obby is anywhere in this kingdom, show her to me." The king turned and looked at Temmin in mild astonishment, and he blushed under his blond sideburns.
The image in the mirror rippled. The image reformed, and there in the mirror was the ballroom, as seen from one of the great mirrors lining its wall. Allis was dancing with her brother, so charmingly that the other dancers had pulled away to give them more room. They were perfectly matched, he thought, like carriage horses--no, that was a horrid thought, like...well, like two beautiful things that looked alike! He sighed; love poetry to Allis was out of the question.
"Enough," said the Teacher, waving a hand. The image faded, and the mirror once again reflected the library. "When I observe through the mirror, no one can see me."
"But I can see you," said Temmin.
"Apparently you are that 'no one,'" replied the Teacher.
"I used to watch you this way, in this very mirror," said the king softly. "As you grew up."
Temmin started. "You can do this too?"
"Oh, no. Teacher would do it for me. Once, all the men of the royal family could do it, and much more. But not in 300 years or more."
"358, to be exact," said the Teacher, arms folded.
"Now, there's only Teacher," said the King. "Sit." He gestured to a pair of tufted leather chairs before the fire. Between them was a bottle of brandy and two glasses. The king took a seat, and Temmin poured out a measure into each glass. He offered one first to his father, then to the Teacher, who declined it with a slight shake of the head. "Sit down, son."
Temmin settled next to him with the glass in hand. He looked at his drink and wondered whether he'd feel better or worse for downing the brandy. He decided worse. "You said you watched me," he said cautiously.
"Yes," his father answered sadly. "I would have missed your growing-up almost entirely otherwise. I wish I could have been there, Temmy."
"Your place was here, your majesty, and your family's was at Whithorse," said the Teacher, leaning against the arm of the couch across from Temmin.
"So you said at the time, and Ansella agreed," the king sighed. "And you were both right. But it was hard." He was lost in thought for a moment. "Temmin, you should know that you were raised at Whithorse for a reason. When you were born--" he looked at the Teacher for a moment, and the Teacher nodded for him to continue. "When you were born, we--there were certain indications that the coming years would bring special challenges for you, for the kingdom, for a number of reasons."
"Reasons? What reasons?" asked Temmin.
"Now is not the time, your highness," said the Teacher. "But your revelation this evening has proven that these indications were correct." The Teacher straightened. "You are the first son of the house of Tremont to show any magical ability in more than three centuries. Magic is returning to the royal family somehow, though it should not be possible."
"Not be possible--It's not possible for anyone!" said Temmin.
"You were raised in the country, your highness," said the Teacher. "You never heard the people talking of magic?"
Temmin drew his fingers through his hair, putting the finishing touches on the ruination of Jenks' grooming. "Of course I did! Base superstitions used to keep the common people frightened, Jenks always said. For instance," said Temmin, warming to his subject and leaning forward, "every stable hand knows you always walk a new horse around the stables widdershins before bringing him in for the first time, or you'll lose another horse. But once I bought a foal, and I deliberately didn't walk it round the back. D'you know, we didn't lose another horse for a year and a half, though the hands were all predicting disaster."
"And the mirror?" said the teacher mildly.
Temmin leaped up and began pacing before the fire. "I can't explain that. I've never heard of such a thing."
"You've seen it."
Temmin stopped before the Teacher. "Are you honestly telling me I can perform magic?"
"No. I'm telling you that the signs we've been watching for since your birth are starting to appear," said the Teacher.
"What signs!"
His father stood and put a steadying hand on his arm. "Just know that you were raised to be a Whithorse in your youth," said his father. "Now it's time for you to learn how to be a Tremont. You must learn the history of the family."
"I know the history of the family!"
"No," said the Teacher, "you only think you do." The Teacher gave a thin smile, and Temmin suddenly felt cold. "We will begin tomorrow."
The Intimate History books are drafts. Keep that in mind as you read. A fully edited and revised version of each book will appear beginning in 2010.
Scryer's Gulch stands and falls on its own, a true soap opera. Never look back, never revise, just make shit up to explain those plot holes away! Yeehaw!
An Intimate History of the Greater Kingdom and Scryer's Gulch by Lynn Siprelle writing as MeiLin Miranda are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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quick note
Noticed that there's a quotation mark missing from the last paragraph, figured I'd point it our right quick. After 'the Teacher, ' there should be one, I think.
Enjoying the story. Looking forward to more. All that. Ta.
I would say
that I was using archaic European style, but I don't think you'd buy it.
Thanks. Corrected.
Frankly
I wouldn't, because of your inclusion of a quotation mark after 'No,'
aha! see!
I knew non-Americans did it that way at least sometimes.
We still do, but it's very
We still do, but it's very uncommon in modern day English. If you'd be going for an archaic European style the ", and" sequence would also be frowned upon. Commas and ands don't go together, but it has become so common nobody really seems to care anymore.
Punctuation wise there are some more things that seem off, but that would be really nitpicking.
So far I really like the story and it's depth so I'd really like to see you write more rather than less.
eheh
I learned French in elementary school, don't they do something like
»Dialogue, dit caractere a, dialogue.
&emdash;Dialogue, dit caractere b.
&emdash;Dialogue.«
Or similar? I seem to remember SOMETHING...
Wow that totally screwed up.
«Dialogue, dit caractere a, dialogue.
—Dialogue, dit caractere b.
—Dialogue.»
I have a (possibly incorrect
I have a (possibly incorrect or useless) point of order:
"When I observe through the mirror, no one can see me."
"But I can see you," said Temmin.
"Apparently you are not 'no one,'" replied the Teacher.
Wouldn't it make just as much sense to say that Temmin _is_ "no one"?
good point
I did say this was my first piece of original fiction?
Called it!
Hehey! Go me.
Also, nice chapter. Now I wonder what these "signs" were. Divination, perhaps?
Go us
Yep, we called it alright. I even got the scrying part right.
I'm bad about that though. Or good if you prefer. I've read so many books and seen so many movies that I can usually guess what's going on. AE is one of the few to stump me on a regular basis.
Since you don't quite have her following I think I'll keep making speculations. With as many comments as she gets I'm usually just saying "I agree with so and so" rather than getting to say something new.
Still loving the story so far.
Hmm...I wonder if the Teacher
Hmm...I wonder if the Teacher is 400 years old, or something of the sort.
Greetings
Congratulations on starting your first piece of fiction (I am correct, that this is your first story?) -- it's always exciting to see someone take the leap and set their imagination soaring. I found you through Pages Unbound after a friend recommended you.
I think you have a very rich imagination and I expect great things from that. However, everyone needs critique along the way to become a better writer and to learn how to share our visions the best that we can. For example, after comments on my book, I completely revised the beginning chapters and started bonus chapters to fill in gaps I hadn't been aware of. We all learn the hard way, but sometimes our readers and fellow writers can make it easier.
To that end, I want to inform you of a weakness in your writing that is actually holding back your amazing imagination. You "tell" more than you "show."
Here is an example: "The whole effect was of cool, commanding, compelling, ageless, ferocious intelligence, and Temmin did his best to keep his back straight and his heartbeat under control. He decided it was best to get straight to the point, and show he wasn't afraid. "
We don't get shown that the Teacher is cool, commanding, compelling or intelligent by his actions and behaviour, you tell us. All of those things can be revealed through actions in the story, rather than a brief sentence. His skulking about in mirrors and obvious power over Temmin's father are better examples of his presence than this paragraph.
However, you spend a long time showing us little details like clothing. This actually slows the story down. In five chapters there are only a few actual events -- the prince arriving, riding his horse, practicing dancing, the dance itself, and talking with the Teacher. The rest of the text is just unnecessary detail that doesn't contribute to the plot, so I won't remember it tomorrow. What I will remember in each chapter is the Teacher in the mirror, because it has to do with the ongoing story and conflict. He's creepy.
I think if you examine your skill in showing that, and use it to revise the places you are telling, you will use your already present strengths to become an even better writer. In other words, you already have this skill, you just need to be more aware of it and use it more.
I have posted a review on Pages Unbound, but I intend to revise it in the future. Because I know you're going to do even better.
Howdy
Thanks for the thoughtful remarks.
I try more than anything to "show" rather than "tell." Honest. I really do. I work at it, though that's not always the same as succeeding at it. I think it's, eh, telling that the piece you lifted to illustrate this was taken almost verbatim from my first draft. (Which is why it was a first draft, apparently.)
As for detail slowing the story down, here's the funny thing: As a writer, I tend to leave detail OUT. I almost always start with dialog, like a script writer, and build from there; usually a scene starts with two people talking in my head. That aren't me. Yes, it's more than a little creepifyin'.
Where you find that I put too much detail/description in, other readers (notably my husband) have told me that I STILL don't put in enough! So I'm going to have to chalk that up to personal taste.
I'm hoping you'll find the pace picks up soon. Were this a conventionally written/published piece, this wouldn't have been five chapters. It would be more like one or two. Same number of words, different ways of breaking it up.
Thanks again, I hope I'm not coming off as defensive because I don't mean to be. I always like constructive criticism, and I think about every bit of it I get.
Hello, Stranger!
I see more MU-ers are showing up.
I see your comments and am forced to disagree, partially.
Yes, the sentence you quote is clumsy. But so what? Such little quirks are part and parcel of the web serial format, I firmly believe it. It makes the missive more engaging in my mind, not less. I'm not interested in perfectly polished sterility, I'm more drawn to the immediacy of the story told around the global campfire, warts and all.
But maybe I'm crazy.
Similarly, I really enjoy the sumptuous descriptions of the clothes, and the balls, and the food, and everything else. I realize that many writers prefer to leave such details in the imagination of the readership. I have always accounted this a lack. When well-done (and such is likely MeiLin's strongest suit to date) it gives the story the rich texture of a fine tapestry.
For example, I LOVED the descriptions of Temelin and his sisters for the ball. Such wonderfully evocative clothing! How powerfully their dress defined each of them. In my opinon, such intricate and beautiful descriptions are a strength for Meilin, not a weakness.
The setting IS a character. Far too many writers of fantasy fail to account for this.
My 2 Cents
So far, I think that your writing has been very rich and your imagery stunning. Since I'm not a writer of fiction (I write papers and poetry, but not fictional stories), I'll simply reiterate my positive opinion. Your style and technique are a little rough, but you've already said this is your first work, and quite frankly, I think it gives the story a little more character. My only suggestion is that you may want to go back over the first few chapters in a couple months' time, when you've gotten a litte more time to practice, and some more critique. I often find that I want to update my older works with new experience, and it usually works out well (although not always). Otherwise, you're doing very well, and I hope you keep up with it. I'll be waiting on your next chapter, as usual.
Reader Get!
Hello. I'm an immigrant from Tales of MU, and I have to say that what you've written so far is great. Honestly, it has me intrigued, and I can't wait to see what next you have up your sleeve.
One problem I have with this, however, is the update schedule. I check numerous webcomics and serial webnovels daily, and they all have a set update schedule. I know that day to day living is hectic and such, but I think it will help you in the long run if you devote one day to the story. I honestly wouldn't be angry if you missed a few updates; I just need something that's reliable. Keep up the good work!
I know, I know :)
I know I need to do this. I'm thinking Tu-Th and offering a bonus story on Saturdays for donations. In fact, yeah, that's what I'm a-gonna do. I'll set the donation level low.
And I hope you realize
...that your rash actions mean that the update I'd planned for tomorrow or Sunday is now held until Tuesday...heh...
Gasp!
Noooooooooooooooo!
never worry
Someone came up with the ransom, I mean, donation, so there will be an update today.
A truly marvelous tale.
Truly. Out of the many seriel novels I have read few show such beauty in both character and prose as this fine work. The current five chapters leave me yearning for more material in a way I have not felt from an online seriel novel to date.
I take my hat off to you MeiLin.
oh, put that hat back on
Your head'll get cold!
:)
Thank you, truly. You're very kind.
I will also note that I love
I will also note that I love the attention to detail, even if it isn't necessary to the plot. It gives your world vibrancy and depth that goes beyond what you find in most online serials. You're painting a piece with fine detail and vibrant colors rather than the broad strokes that one may find when reading a story whose author adheres only to that which is relevant to plot, cutting out all but that which is necessary.
The latter may create fine stories but it is the former that creates worlds.
This is my opinion on the matter.
Thank you for the lovely story MeiLin and the lovely world you are birthing from the depths of your imagination.
We meet again
@erewhon,
We meet again, and the friendly debating rivalry finds new battleground. I completely agree with you (Hah!) that the best thing about publishing on the internet is that you get to interact with the "campfire," as you put it. On my own site I have learned a lot about my strengths and weaknesses from commenters, and begun the process of revision that turns potential into skill. It may take years, but at least now I have an idea of where I'm going. Without commentary, a writer doesn't know their own blindspots.
I very carefully went back over all five chapters. The bulk of each is spent on either dialogue (and Temmin's internal monologue), which reveals character, or description, which reveals setting. Actual action is skimmed over. The entire night of the ball goes "by in a blur" of a single sentence, other than his conversations with his sister.
There is a delicate balance in writing between setting, character and plot. The equation of what a reader will enjoy is subjective, and each reader is different. Setting builds worlds, characters make us care, but without a plot there is no story. Five chapters with paragraphs on description instead of action makes for less story and more details. In general (and my apologies on this) there is indeed more showing than telling. But you're still showing detail and not action, which is equivalent to a movie with lots of beautiful scenery and costumes, with no one doing anything but standing around and talking.
The bulk of the dialogue is excellent for characterization. We get a good feeling for who these people are by the way they interact. But that's all it is, colour on the character sketch. The only plot points are that Elly wants a love-match, Sedra is stifled and wishes she could be a boy (for her acknowledgement of her skills, not gender identity) and Temmy has magic, while everyone fears the power of the Teacher.
I have zero complaints about the author's rich imagination. I have zero complaints about the personalities of these characters (except the Prince, I find him annoying, but that's not a complaint about your writing, that's about his personality -- it's well-written). I have zero complaints about how well the author's imagination is depicted in the description of setting. What I'm complaining about is that lack of action in five chapters. In general, books need action to sustain plot and reader interest. In the beginning of a book, specifically, you need something to hook readers in. The pace here is really slow, and the only hooks are the rich detail and banter between characters. For some people, that will be enough. But for others, something needs to happen that says this story has a story, a reason to care about the characters and the world they inhabit.
Look at the first five chapters of MU -- Mackenzie checks into school, gives attitude about her weapon check, meets Puddy, Puddy flirts rampantly with anyone that passes their room, Mack displays her demon fire, then interacts with Steff and Khersians in the quad welcome festival, explores the magic that protects the area, embarasses herself in front of Sooni, and goes to the floor meeting where she interacts with basically everyone. She starts plotlines with Belinda, Barley, Amaranth, the jocks and builds character details for the rest. All of the things in the first five chapters connect to recent plotlines in a natural way. In a brief amount of time we get snapshots of Mackenzie's demon problem, her talents with magic, the racism at school, her weird rivalry with Sooni, Puddy's predatory nature, and Amaranth's quirks.
No one expects this to be ToMU -- I'm just using it to illustrate the point. Here we have Sedra wanting to be on the throne, the Prince's magic, Elly's flirtations, and the Teacher's mystery. But other than the inevitable confrontation between the Prince and the Teacher, with the potential of Sedra starting a revolution, there's not a lot here yet to generate storylines or action.
What there is, are lots of signs of the author's rich imagination, and the potential for a great story. I'm trying to offer signposts to show how that good writing can be great writing -- just add action to the mix. It's that simple. Give the characters something to do. I don't actually want less description or less dialogue, I just want more purposeful action alongside them.
response
Thanks again for a thoughtful comment that I will once again keep in mind as I work (I keep all the comments in mind). All I'm going to say is that there's more going on than you've caught--a lot more, I thought I was being way more obvious than I apparently was--and I've set up several storylines in these five chapters that will be further explored.
You're right, this isn't ToMU, and it's not going to be even as I (hopefully) improve. AE is a different writer with a very different style. My style is admittedly more measured and slower than hers; some people will like that and others won't, and even once the action picks up it still won't be as hectic as ToMU.
The funny thing is, as I've said before, usually I get criticism for going straight for the action and leaving all this other stuff on its ass in the dust. Have I over-corrected? Very possibly. Bear with me as I work on my craft.
Commentary
I rather think, Stranger, that you are missing a few things, or glossing them over.
"The only plot points are that Elly wants a love-match, Sedra is stifled and wishes she could be a boy (for her acknowledgement of her skills, not gender identity) and Temmy has magic, while everyone fears the power of the Teacher. "
What also of The King being "naughty", The Queen seeming quite tired and stifled, and Temmy's love interest, to name a few? These are important as well, and add to the 'only plot points' you've said above.
It seems to me that, later on, minor details (such as Temmy's attendant having a love and flair for fashion) are going to become quite important. It's just a feeling I have, but it's quite a strong feeling at that.
Ms. MeiLin, on this not being "as hectic as ToMu": I think you're quite right in pacing things to be slower than ToMu. In the world you've created it seems that nothing is done without everyone involved - and some who are not involved - thinking over the consequences very thoroughly. ToMu is about college students who aren't even completely used to their own bodies yet, and sometimes they make stupid decisions. It's part of growing up. They are not royalty or courtiers who have been groomed from birth to be poised, polite, and always, always politic.
Not that you need my approval, but that's my two cents.
Hmmm
Im not sure how I feel about how youre handling the magic in this world. Keeping it relegated to only a few people tends to lend over-inflated importance to those few characters. Sorta the same reason why I hate super-man.
Special Child Syndrome
@ M - Sonja Nitschke of "The Mutants" and "Fiction, Murdered?" (see them on Pages Unbound) calls what you're describing "Special Child Syndrome." I don't know if she started the term, but she's where I heard it first. It applies to Temmin especially, because of the "special indicators" around his birth.
@ the author -- of course there are other storylines going on. There's Allis Obby and Jenks and other little threads with the queen and servants. But in a breakdown of paragraphs, you're still weighted heavily in favour of description and dialogue, and the dialogue is weighted more in favour of character-building. In both cases, there is little action to move plot forward. Because the character-building dialogue is more showing us someone's personality, than showing how personalities will interact and conflict and create storylines.
I'm not trying to pick a fight with an author I respect -- I'm trying to point out that a) you have talent, and b) there are areas where you can refine that talent to make it grow. The things you do with description and dialogue prove you can write, I'm saying take those skills and add it to action. If there was a ratio for this (not that writing is math) it would be like 5:5:1, description:dialogue:plot/action. I would suggest going 4:4:3. But that's my suggestion, not because your writing is bad, but because that would make it even more engaging than it already is.
It's like being a body-builder who only exercises chest and arms, but has puny legs. Give your story some legs by exercising the plot muscles to an equal amount as the time you're giving the rest of the story. You write description so well, and dialogue so well, that I want to see what you would do with action if reminded that it's not as strong. Give it the same kind of time and attention, because then I'll shut up and enjoy this instead of worrying about offending someone I think is a good writer.
Peace.
You're not offending me
You totally aren't. I'm a fledgling fiction writer and I know I have weaknesses. If you weren't constructive, that would be offensive. But you are, so I take it as given. Listen, I'm an old lady. I've written professionally for a long time. I'm used to taking my lumps.
And Temmin's specialness or lack thereof remains to be seen.
A round-up
Thus far, I'm greatly enjoying your story! The descriptions and the world-building you have in these first five chapters are amazing and while I do like any author to trust me to imagine the finer details, I like that you're adding them in because it paints a much more vivid picture for me. Plus, at the moment I'm lazy and the fact that they're all there for me makes it even better! For a first time fiction writer, you got some game, lady!
To respond to the above stylistic comments--
Special Child Syndrome is actually a rather long-standing cliche in the fantasy genre. Harry Potter is a victim of this. People see "cliche" and panic because its connotations aren't exactly kind. People often think of hackneyed, overdone and even boring stories when they think of cliches. But, if done right, people aren't going to be slapped in the face with a cliche. They're going to be slapped in the face with an amazing story. Look at it this way; it's a cliche for a reason--because people like to read them. Period. It's overused for a reason--because people like to read them. Period. Would you like to eat filet-mignon every night? Sure but even the greatest cut of meat will get boring (I remember reading in your blog you're some kind of oval vegetarian (yes, I'm making a funny) but just flow with me on this analogy). What brings people back to eating the same steak are the different ways it can be dressed and prepared. A steak will never get old so long as the chef can keep coming up with new and delicious ways to present it. Writing cliches is the same thing. People like cliches, as much as they complain about them. People like hero quests but the same "hero slays the dragon and wins the woman" gets old if read enough. Adding your own spices to an old recipe will make people want to read a cliche. It keeps the comfort level of them somewhat knowing what they're going to get while at the same time adding something that's original, exciting and at the same time unexpected. How many stories are good versus evil? But how many are you willing to read because they add something new to the mix instead of dwelling on the age-old cliche?
As for the writing itself, what works for one author won't work for another. It's as simple as that. In the age of the internet, it's all about 'gimme now' and people's want for instant gratification. With my serial, I weighed the fact that people would want action right off the bat but, no matter how I sliced it, it wouldn't work. I need the set-up first. Not all novels you buy at Barnes and Noble will read the same and not all serial pieces will read the same. Obviously you've done something right (almost wrote write!) in your set-up. You've dangled enough information with the promise of something to come to keep people coming back for more. You're got your hook. If you didn't live up to your promise, I think that would be a far greater crime than a slow start. It irks me when I see comments that say, 'well, if you wrote like this, your story would be better and you'd get more readers.' When it comes to the internet and the fact that this story isn't for mainstream publication, you're allowed to write for yourself first and foremost (this is probably the only time, actually). If people like what they're reading, they should be courteous enough to abide by your style instead of attempting to cater you to theirs. You are not writing for an editor, a publisher or a mass-market audience. Oh how good it is to say that.
But don't get me wrong. Constructive criticism is always helpful, regardless of the medium because it allows you to grow as a writer, regardless of who you're writing for. But in something like this, a web serial, the author has a much greater ability to draw the line between writing for themselves and writing in order to appease an audience. It's great because you can say, 'thanks but no thanks, this is how the story is going, take it or leave it' and you're not going to lose your advance over it or get blacklisted as a noncompliant author. It's entirely in your hands. Sometimes it's hard to weed out the criticism that'll help your work and the criticism that'll affect your sense of style in your story. The style is yours to have instead of an editor to reject or accept. It's a nice break, let me tell you.
If you ever want critical input or help from a professional writing community, www.absolutewrite.com/forums is an excellent place to get it. It's helped me a lot, that's for sure. I also wanted to say that I'm not attacking anyone's comment specifically, but more of addressing comments that have been building up in my head from not only this story but others. Some have rang consistent and, well, this is the story I decided to voice my opinion on that, mainly because Mei is a new fiction writer and I think a tale from both sides would be helpful.
The comments on this chapter
The comments on this chapter in particular are quite fascinating, and I'm afraid I must agree at least somewhat with what The Cloaked Stranger in that if the current ratio of action to description to dialog continues the story will (in my mind) begin to drag a bit... though it will take longer that some authors I've read since the rest is so well done.
That said, I shall continue to read these chapters with keen interest and see how the pace changes, as it's unlikely to be only at one pace. Thank you again for sharing it.
Oh, and I, like many ToMU readers, am an avid hunter of the hopefully elusive typo, and suggest that "...to the Teacher, who declined it was a slight shake of the head." should likely read "...declined it with a slight..." instead.
Be of good cheer, and pleasant day to you!
Light and laughter,
SongCoyote
Thank you
Corrected.
Please read the other chapters before you make up your mind. I believe I won the Cloaked Stranger over in the next chapter; I can't quite recall, and I don't know if s/he is even still reading.
I won't be giving up quickly
I won't be giving up quickly on this story; as I said, so far it is too engaging simply to discard because the pace is only gradually ramping up.
In this you have surpassed Diana Paxson (who I adore in person), George R.R. Martin and Robert Jordan, all of whose prose I found too impenetrable to continue reading past a chapter or two.
Thanks again, and in spite of the date this post does indeed indicate what I feel as accurately as I can describe it in so few words
Light and laughter,
SongCoyote
Cliches
A little disappointed to see the standard cliche of the hero becoming jealous of his crush displaying affection, then realizing it's towards her brother.
stick around, kiddo
that's alls I'm sayin'.
Huh.
I just realized something. In all of the histories, among those who've had magic, they've always been aware of reflections and the fact that they could be watched from them, but they have not been aware of when they were being watched specifically... or by who.
Is that unique to Temmin, or something we just haven't seen yet?
"A gift of the spirits is in equal parts a curse." -AK
you have to be watching for it
And even then, if you're a strong enough magic user you can mask yourself. Temmin seems to have the ability to see magic regardless of masking.
Upon Re-Reading
Upon Re-Reading, I find a lot of things I did not notice the first time through.
Teacher's "guess" at whom Temmin wished to see, Teacher's "comforting" of Harsin when Harsin lamented not seeing Temmin's upbringing...
Who is really in charge in this kingdom...?
"Thunder only happens when it's raining.
Players only love you when they're playing.
Say... Women... They will come and they will go.
When the rain washes you clean you'll know."
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