Opening Scene; Soft Sci-Fi/Urban Fantasy; Critique?
Posted: June 12th, 2010, 3:42 am
Working Title: Personal Artificial Pet
I'm a little paranoid about putting the hook/plot/summery/pitch thing out on the internet just yet, so I'm not going to...
I'm not sure if I have any personal issues with my opening scene, though I have a lot of questions:
1) I don't think you can tell very well just from this piece, but I'd like to know if people think it's more YA or adult. I feel the fact that it has some chapters from the point of view of older characters (29 and 34, specifically) makes it more adult, but I also feel it's written like YA, and would be appropriate and enjoyable for pretty much any age. So, it's probably impossible to tell from this short excerpt, but I thought I'd mention this point anyway.
2) I purposefully don't mention the man's/woman's names, but this is more for symbolic reasons than for the plot, so if enough people think I should give their names, I probably will.
3) The term ALO is used twice in this part. The term is explained later on, but should it be explained here? I personally think it would interrupt the emotion and flow of this scene, but other opinions would be nice.
Those are my more specific questions. Then there's the whole pile of questions like "do I have a style/voice?", "does it grab you?", etc. Sigh.
And a brief note for the excerpt: the name 'Iarfhlaith' is pronounced 'YAR-lath'.
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Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Laith could only stare into the dragon's eyes and admit he had no right to interfere.
Only twice in his nine years of scouting for members had someone been crazy enough to suggest turning themselves in. Never had anyone ignored all of his logical reasoning and actually gone through with it.
But here, in the living room of a very normal house, he was faced with a middle-aged couple and an ALO who had. He'd always thought that only someone who had nothing to loose or someone with a hero complex would be stupid enough to do it. Everything from their calm expressions—both human and dragon—to the fact they they had everything to loose and likely nothing to gain, proved him wrong.
And all he could do was sit before them in awe and desperation.
He closed his eyes, unable to stand the love and respect in the dragon's gaze anymore. For ten months, she'd looked at him like that, thankful beyond measure for what he'd done for her. In ten hours, that expression would be gone.
“So I guess this is goodbye.” he said to the three of them. He opened his eyes again to see the human woman smiling.
“For now, anyway,” she said.
He didn't have the heart to say that was only true for two of them.
Her husband glanced across the room at the clock set into the wall by the stairs. He placed a hand on her arm. “Time to go.”
The two of them stood and the dragon followed suit. Her long white and yellow fur shimmered in the midday sunlight streaming through the window. It felt wrong that she'd made herself so presentable for this day
“Iarfhlaith, come here a moment,” the woman said as she opened a drawer in the couch's built-in side table. When he'd forced his muscles to move and walked over to her, she pushed two folded pieces of paper into his numb grasp. “One of these is for Yora,” she said. “The other is for Jaden. ”
Now only feet from her, Laith could see the fear beneath the calm in her eyes. The calm before the storm, the anticipation before a battle. He pushed the papers into his pocket. “Will Yora believe me?” he asked.
The dragon lowered her head a few feet to be level with his. “Her ALOs will know. She will trust them,” she said.
He swallowed. “Good luck, Zin.”
She inclined her head in thanks.
“And good luck to you, Laith,” the man said. He stepped forward and offered his hand. “It's been a pleasure.”
Laith took his hand and shook it. He couldn't manage any words in return.
With a smile, the man nodded to his wife and they walked to the door.
As he watched them put on their coats, Laith felt a strange determination. Maybe this was goodbye, but he wasn't going to let it be for long. Not even for Zin. “I'll see all of you again,” he said, and somehow he was confident he would.
The humans smiled and Zin bowed her head. Then the woman looped her purse over her shoulder.
And with a soft click of the door, they were gone.
I'm a little paranoid about putting the hook/plot/summery/pitch thing out on the internet just yet, so I'm not going to...
I'm not sure if I have any personal issues with my opening scene, though I have a lot of questions:
1) I don't think you can tell very well just from this piece, but I'd like to know if people think it's more YA or adult. I feel the fact that it has some chapters from the point of view of older characters (29 and 34, specifically) makes it more adult, but I also feel it's written like YA, and would be appropriate and enjoyable for pretty much any age. So, it's probably impossible to tell from this short excerpt, but I thought I'd mention this point anyway.
2) I purposefully don't mention the man's/woman's names, but this is more for symbolic reasons than for the plot, so if enough people think I should give their names, I probably will.
3) The term ALO is used twice in this part. The term is explained later on, but should it be explained here? I personally think it would interrupt the emotion and flow of this scene, but other opinions would be nice.
Those are my more specific questions. Then there's the whole pile of questions like "do I have a style/voice?", "does it grab you?", etc. Sigh.
And a brief note for the excerpt: the name 'Iarfhlaith' is pronounced 'YAR-lath'.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Laith could only stare into the dragon's eyes and admit he had no right to interfere.
Only twice in his nine years of scouting for members had someone been crazy enough to suggest turning themselves in. Never had anyone ignored all of his logical reasoning and actually gone through with it.
But here, in the living room of a very normal house, he was faced with a middle-aged couple and an ALO who had. He'd always thought that only someone who had nothing to loose or someone with a hero complex would be stupid enough to do it. Everything from their calm expressions—both human and dragon—to the fact they they had everything to loose and likely nothing to gain, proved him wrong.
And all he could do was sit before them in awe and desperation.
He closed his eyes, unable to stand the love and respect in the dragon's gaze anymore. For ten months, she'd looked at him like that, thankful beyond measure for what he'd done for her. In ten hours, that expression would be gone.
“So I guess this is goodbye.” he said to the three of them. He opened his eyes again to see the human woman smiling.
“For now, anyway,” she said.
He didn't have the heart to say that was only true for two of them.
Her husband glanced across the room at the clock set into the wall by the stairs. He placed a hand on her arm. “Time to go.”
The two of them stood and the dragon followed suit. Her long white and yellow fur shimmered in the midday sunlight streaming through the window. It felt wrong that she'd made herself so presentable for this day
“Iarfhlaith, come here a moment,” the woman said as she opened a drawer in the couch's built-in side table. When he'd forced his muscles to move and walked over to her, she pushed two folded pieces of paper into his numb grasp. “One of these is for Yora,” she said. “The other is for Jaden. ”
Now only feet from her, Laith could see the fear beneath the calm in her eyes. The calm before the storm, the anticipation before a battle. He pushed the papers into his pocket. “Will Yora believe me?” he asked.
The dragon lowered her head a few feet to be level with his. “Her ALOs will know. She will trust them,” she said.
He swallowed. “Good luck, Zin.”
She inclined her head in thanks.
“And good luck to you, Laith,” the man said. He stepped forward and offered his hand. “It's been a pleasure.”
Laith took his hand and shook it. He couldn't manage any words in return.
With a smile, the man nodded to his wife and they walked to the door.
As he watched them put on their coats, Laith felt a strange determination. Maybe this was goodbye, but he wasn't going to let it be for long. Not even for Zin. “I'll see all of you again,” he said, and somehow he was confident he would.
The humans smiled and Zin bowed her head. Then the woman looped her purse over her shoulder.
And with a soft click of the door, they were gone.