Glisterspeck
Frozen sea axe smith
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Hi! I'm looking for someone to read the first 12 chapters (25,000 words) of an epic fantasy novel I've been working on for quite a while. (My first posts here, a couple years back, I think, were posted when I started.)
Anyway, here's the first chapter. I'd like critiques of any kind on this. If anyone is interested to read more, I'll gladly send it to them, but I'm hesitant to post more in a public forum.
The story is about the siege of a goblin city, the population of which has fallen under the influence of a powerful wizard.
CHAPTER 1
Eggs, thought Unkel. Eggs wizard wants. Let wizard find eggs if wizard wants eggs. Not Unkel's job. Unkel is lantern keeper. Unkel's begetter, lantern keeper. His begetter's begetter, lantern keeper. Since the fall of Gernreg we are lantern keepers. Let wizard find eggs if wizard wants eggs.
With a clawed foot wedged between two stones, Unkel clung to a wall high above an alley stair. He wrinkled his tattooed snout, sniffed at the night air. The air smelled of summer, a brief season in the valley of the gern. The air smelled of brine, as it always did in Gernrik, the city of the gern. Unkel could smell the ruined city, the damp stones and rotting bricks. He could smell his own stench, a blend of moldy flesh, putrid dirt, and sour brine. And he could smell the dimbird's nest behind him, across the alley, below the ledge of an abandoned warehouse.
Dimbird never hurt wizard, thought Unkel, not dimbird. Why wizard take dimbird's eggs? Dimbird just do what dimbirds do: make egg, make little dimbird, protect egg, protect little dimbird.
Unkel pushed against the toehold. His hand closed over a granite block higher up the wall. The block wobbled beneath his claws, began to scrape from its setting. Loose mortar fell over Unkel's shoulder and scattered against slate stairs far below. Stone dust, whipped by the howling wind, stung the raw, new hide of Unkel's left forearm.
The clawed hand pulled at the toppling block. Unkel threw himself upward. The stone slid free and plummeted beneath Unkel, toward a burly two-hide gern who watched Unkel from the stair. Unkel's clawed foot found the hole left by the block, and he kicked against the wall, sprung backwards, twisted.
Below, the two-hide gern lurched away from the falling stone. The two-hide, twice Unkel's size, reeled backward and stumbled over Unkel's pet nerk, Glew. Glew squealed, snorted, and chased the two-hide down the stairs.
Above them all, a dimbird shrieked.
Unkel tumbled through the air. His body spun to meet the warehouse wall. His knobbly belly slammed against crumbling plaster.
Another shriek.
The falling block crashed into the stairs. The impact split the step where the two-hide had stood to watch Unkel climb, and the sound of cracking slate boomed and echoed up and down the alley.
Unkel slid down the wall.
His claws slashed through plaster, dug for a hold between bricks. His scrawny legs thrashed at the wall. A claw caught a crack, and Unkel jerked to a stop. His suspended weight nearly yanked the claw from his finger.
Unkel screamed. The sound was screeched anguish, unmixed agony, an answer to the dimbird's shriek.
Shaken by the near fall, Unkel hung, trembling, against the wall. His sunken chest heaved as he panted for air. The molted hide he had bound to his forearm fell loose and dangled from his elbow. The wind flapped the molted hide's hand just above Unkel's drooping head. Below, Unkel's pet nerk lumbered back up the alley stair. Unkel could not see the two-hide.
Glew chased him into the Jaws of Ekablek, thought Unkel, and he smiled. The little, gray gern then gathered his strength and scrambled up the warehouse wall, onto the roof. Above him, beating frail wings against the moon, flailing against gusting winds, the dimbird shrieked again.
"You too little, dimbird," said Unkel. "Nothing to do but scream. Wizard wants eggs. Wizard sends me for eggs."
Anyway, here's the first chapter. I'd like critiques of any kind on this. If anyone is interested to read more, I'll gladly send it to them, but I'm hesitant to post more in a public forum.
The story is about the siege of a goblin city, the population of which has fallen under the influence of a powerful wizard.
CHAPTER 1
Eggs, thought Unkel. Eggs wizard wants. Let wizard find eggs if wizard wants eggs. Not Unkel's job. Unkel is lantern keeper. Unkel's begetter, lantern keeper. His begetter's begetter, lantern keeper. Since the fall of Gernreg we are lantern keepers. Let wizard find eggs if wizard wants eggs.
With a clawed foot wedged between two stones, Unkel clung to a wall high above an alley stair. He wrinkled his tattooed snout, sniffed at the night air. The air smelled of summer, a brief season in the valley of the gern. The air smelled of brine, as it always did in Gernrik, the city of the gern. Unkel could smell the ruined city, the damp stones and rotting bricks. He could smell his own stench, a blend of moldy flesh, putrid dirt, and sour brine. And he could smell the dimbird's nest behind him, across the alley, below the ledge of an abandoned warehouse.
Dimbird never hurt wizard, thought Unkel, not dimbird. Why wizard take dimbird's eggs? Dimbird just do what dimbirds do: make egg, make little dimbird, protect egg, protect little dimbird.
Unkel pushed against the toehold. His hand closed over a granite block higher up the wall. The block wobbled beneath his claws, began to scrape from its setting. Loose mortar fell over Unkel's shoulder and scattered against slate stairs far below. Stone dust, whipped by the howling wind, stung the raw, new hide of Unkel's left forearm.
The clawed hand pulled at the toppling block. Unkel threw himself upward. The stone slid free and plummeted beneath Unkel, toward a burly two-hide gern who watched Unkel from the stair. Unkel's clawed foot found the hole left by the block, and he kicked against the wall, sprung backwards, twisted.
Below, the two-hide gern lurched away from the falling stone. The two-hide, twice Unkel's size, reeled backward and stumbled over Unkel's pet nerk, Glew. Glew squealed, snorted, and chased the two-hide down the stairs.
Above them all, a dimbird shrieked.
Unkel tumbled through the air. His body spun to meet the warehouse wall. His knobbly belly slammed against crumbling plaster.
Another shriek.
The falling block crashed into the stairs. The impact split the step where the two-hide had stood to watch Unkel climb, and the sound of cracking slate boomed and echoed up and down the alley.
Unkel slid down the wall.
His claws slashed through plaster, dug for a hold between bricks. His scrawny legs thrashed at the wall. A claw caught a crack, and Unkel jerked to a stop. His suspended weight nearly yanked the claw from his finger.
Unkel screamed. The sound was screeched anguish, unmixed agony, an answer to the dimbird's shriek.
Shaken by the near fall, Unkel hung, trembling, against the wall. His sunken chest heaved as he panted for air. The molted hide he had bound to his forearm fell loose and dangled from his elbow. The wind flapped the molted hide's hand just above Unkel's drooping head. Below, Unkel's pet nerk lumbered back up the alley stair. Unkel could not see the two-hide.
Glew chased him into the Jaws of Ekablek, thought Unkel, and he smiled. The little, gray gern then gathered his strength and scrambled up the warehouse wall, onto the roof. Above him, beating frail wings against the moon, flailing against gusting winds, the dimbird shrieked again.
"You too little, dimbird," said Unkel. "Nothing to do but scream. Wizard wants eggs. Wizard sends me for eggs."