The Embers of Legend - Opening two pages (670 words)

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I posted in another thread about my experience in a Live Action Slush exercise at a local genre fiction convention. I figured I may as well post the manuscript opening I submitted for the exercise. For bonus points, you can guess where the panel stopped the reading.

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The Embers of Legend

The greaves were the smallest he could find in the armoury, and they were still too large. By the time he reached the base of the hill, the straps around his calves had loosened and hard bronze bit into the joint of his foot. He would need to tighten the straps at the sanctuary, and wrap his feet in cloth again under his sandals. Until then he could endure.

The route around and up the hill was familiar to Aretus. His legs knew the tempo of kneading up the steep slope, and the shield on his arm swayed with each stride. An already fierce sun pressed down on the track.

One last run. One final push. Then the Nemean Games.

Aretus gasped the final strides to the top of the hill, threw down the shield, and bent to one knee on the cracked flagstones of the sanctuary. His head burned like a furnace. Only after he had poured a libation at the marble feet of the Watcher did he drink some of the watered wine slung around shoulder. This was the last time he would be here before leaving for Nemea. He gazed up at the timeworn statue that held court among weeds and toppled columns, and drew resolve from its empty, unblinking eyes.

He was a god-born of Arathia. This was his ancestor. The Targeans had their own hero-god, The Rider, with his splendid temple atop the citadel piled high with precious trophies of war. The Watcher had a great temple in Arathia. But here in the lands of the Targeans, he was a minor and neglected god. A shepherd passing a day on the hill with his flock might toss a date at the foot of the Watcher out of superstition. Otherwise, Aretus was the only visitor to this stony and haunted place.

The men in Targea said the distance to the sanctuary and back again was too far. He would over-train, especially when he insisted on wearing armour when he ran. It seemed to Aretus that they knew he was not one of them, and never could be one of them, and yet they didn’t understand what that meant. If he could not return to Arathia, then he would go to the sanctuary of the Watcher and stand in his shadow. And remember.

Aretus drank the rest of the wine. Then he tightened the straps on the greaves, picked up his shield, and set off back to Targea at half-pace. The morning haze had burned off and he could see across the valley to the mottled green and dun hills where Targea stood. He loped down the path and welcomed a sigh of wind that cooled his sweaty back and calves. Several birds flapped up from the gully on his left, squawking. In their wake came an unpleasant smell. Fresh offal.

Without slowing, Aretus turned his head and peered into the gloom of the gully. Something bulky shifted in the shadows. Yellow eyes flashed. Aretus had to stop and turn to keep it in sight. The bulk rose, flipping a long tail. A twisted kill at its feet buzzed with flies.

He fought off the frantic urge to sprint away. Instead, keeping his eyes on the lion, Aretus raised his shield and backed up the hill briskly, sandals scrabbling on the hard path. He must not run, must not become prey. The kill was fresh. The beast should be satisfied. No need to rouse itself to stalk this new prey, tall and wary.

But the beast padded out of the shadows, eyes fixed on Aretus, its muzzle stained deep red.

He had heard in recent weeks that a lion stalked the region. Stories in the agora of sheep taken, dogs savaged. Two hunting expeditions had set after the beast and returned disappointed. No overbold cub, this, but a devious old creature, wise to the ways of men. Aretus must have passed it on the way up the hill without rousing it.
 
Hi MWagner

Interesting to read this after the other slush pile thread. Personally, I think a lot of editors might use the error in paragraph 4 ("wine around shoulder") as an excuse not to read on, which is a quality control issue and might indicate that the piece hasn't been properly proofread before submission. But if they passed over that, then my guess is that they would have stopped reading somewhere in paragraph 5, where there's a pretty blunt infodump that doesn't seem to serve much purpose other than provide background for the reader. So somewhere in there I reckon.

As for the piece as a whole, it's ok. I wasn't overly gripped by it. I think you could easily give it a hard edit and remove the 5th and 6th paragraphs entirely without losing anything of critical importance. This also gets the reader to the scene's critical problem, or tension, much more quickly. Paragraph 7 also could be shortened considerably, it seems to me. The writing itself seems good and clear, but the pacing is ponderous. I got interested when he clapped eyes on the lion, or even when his nose caught the smell of the offal. That was nice - I'd get to it quicker.

I'm in a bit of a rush now so won't do a full line edit but am sure others will do so :)
 
I do like this prose, and the use of words. But...I think you're lacking some kind of internal conflict to really make this piece really come alive.

The opening sentence should be hooky - but it's about him having uncomfortable greaves. Fine - this must mean it leads into a big reveal of the character motivation - but it doesn't. Because the character doesn't seem to particularly want anything, they come across as passive and uninteresting. The issue with the greaves starts to seem petty. The character does nothing to draw us in and provide a reason to make us care.

He's leaving for the games in Nemea - so? Is he torn from leaving a love or his family? Is he desperate to win and bring glory to himself, his family, his clan/tribe/city?

At the moment Aretus lacks any purpose or feeling, and this makes him far less engaging than he should be. You actually provide more information and background on the Watcher!

Also, a conceptual point - I think you may benefit from being a little more careful with how you use religion:

But here in the lands of the Targeans, he was a minor and neglected god. A shepherd passing a day on the hill with his flock might toss a date at the foot of the Watcher out of superstition.

If we're talking about the ancient world, then even minor local gods were worthy of respect. They may be neglected as less important than others - but they would still be respected for being a connection to the Divine. Be careful not to be fully dismissive if you want to capture something of the atmosphere of an ancient world.

Also be careful with the word superstition - although used by rationalists in ancient times (I would also suggest upper class), all belief and religious practice was essentially superstition. Dismissing one part is in danger of logically dismissing of the rest.

2c.

EDIT: You've added a confrontation with a lion, so you clearly understand the need to use conflict. However, you've only used it externally here - you need to have internal conflict to really bring out the tension and drama you need.

I always recommend Save the Cat as a great guide to writing character arcs, as it's short, concise, and totally focused on conflict. Here's the link to it at Amazon CA:
http://www.amazon.ca/dp/1932907009/?tag=brite-21
 
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First, I think this is well-written. The writing seems clear and precise, and there’s none of the rambling introduction that people sometimes do before the story really starts. There’s also no point where you describe Aretus, which is a good thing. There’s a sense of you having a pretty tight control over what the story is doing.

I wasn’t taken with the concept of the greaves as an opening, like Brian. My instinct is to think that these are very important in themselves or have a very clear bearing on the story. The fact that they’re a bit uncomfortable doesn’t really carry that importance for me. I would be inclined to ditch the first paragraph altogether and start with the punchier second paragraph.

I agree that backstory appears in paragraph 5. Could you cut para 5 entirely? I think you could, although you might have to put something in about the Watcher later on. I think it would make the beginning better. I also thought that it was unclear whether Aretus was running when he met the beast (he’s at “half-pace” but I’m not sure what that is). I would clarify this and perhaps make more of him controlling his speed. But overall, I like this. It’s well put-together. I’d certainly read on.
 
Personally, I think a lot of editors might use the error in paragraph 4 ("wine around shoulder") as an excuse not to read on, which is a quality control issue and might indicate that the piece hasn't been properly proofread before submission. But if they passed over that, then my guess is that they would have stopped reading somewhere in paragraph 5, where there's a pretty blunt infodump that doesn't seem to serve much purpose other than provide background for the reader. So somewhere in there I reckon.

End of para 4 is where I got yanked.

As for the piece as a whole, it's ok. I wasn't overly gripped by it. I think you could easily give it a hard edit and remove the 5th and 6th paragraphs entirely without losing anything of critical importance. This also gets the reader to the scene's critical problem, or tension, much more quickly. Paragraph 7 also could be shortened considerably, it seems to me. The writing itself seems good and clear, but the pacing is ponderous. I got interested when he clapped eyes on the lion, or even when his nose caught the smell of the offal. That was nice - I'd get to it quicker.

Yes, it's evident there are some pretty fundamental structural problems with the opening. I may rethink the whole idea of starting with the run. I was trying to achieve characterization (will to overcome, tenacity, loneliness), but that should perhaps come later.

The opening sentence should be hooky - but it's about him having uncomfortable greaves. Fine - this must mean it leads into a big reveal of the character motivation - but it doesn't. Because the character doesn't seem to particularly want anything, they come across as passive and uninteresting. The issue with the greaves starts to seem petty. The character does nothing to draw us in and provide a reason to make us care.

That was mentioned by the editors as well. So the details about the greaves are probably a mistake.

He's leaving for the games in Nemea - so? Is he torn from leaving a love or his family? Is he desperate to win and bring glory to himself, his family, his clan/tribe/city?

At the moment Aretus lacks any purpose or feeling, and this makes him far less engaging than he should be. You actually provide more information and background on the Watcher!

This is why I think there's some pretty serious structural problems with the opening. Aretus is an exile who is driven to compete to prove himself to his hosts, people who he has never felt any great love for, and who have always treated him as an unwelcome alien. And for the glory. But I'm having trouble weaving that motivation into action in the opening, without resorting to an info dump.

Also, a conceptual point - I think you may benefit from being a little more careful with how you use religion:

Noted.

I always recommend Save the Cat as a great guide to writing character arcs, as it's short, concise, and totally focused on conflict. Here's the link to it at Amazon CA:
http://www.amazon.ca/dp/1932907009/?tag=brite-21

I've give it a look. Thanks.

I wasn’t taken with the concept of the greaves as an opening, like Brian. My instinct is to think that these are very important in themselves or have a very clear bearing on the story. The fact that they’re a bit uncomfortable doesn’t really carry that importance for me. I would be inclined to ditch the first paragraph altogether and start with the punchier second paragraph.

That does seem to be the consensus!

I agree that backstory appears in paragraph 5. Could you cut para 5 entirely? I think you could, although you might have to put something in about the Watcher later on. I think it would make the beginning better. I also thought that it was unclear whether Aretus was running when he met the beast (he’s at “half-pace” but I’m not sure what that is). I would clarify this and perhaps make more of him controlling his speed. But overall, I like this. It’s well put-together. I’d certainly read on.

Thanks.

All sound advice. I'm trying not to get sucked into editing mode, as I still have about 70,000 words to go in my first draft. Revising and wordsmithing is a nice change of pace, but I'll probably set this back down for a while in order to focus on the first draft.
 
I like the fourth paragraph as an opening, and I was going to suggest you start with that (but leave out five and six, as that's information of no immediate relevance). However, I don't think that would work, as it doesn't go anywhere immediately -- there's no real lead in to the lion. And that gives the whole excerpt a disjointed, stop-start feel.

But I wouldn't start with the lion either, because it's a random encounter, and so would seem to be stuck in at the front to artificially generate excitement. You could get over this, for example, by having him deliberately hunting the lion. If not, I'd suggest either having something of more consequence happen at the shrine, or think about beginning the story later.
 
Mention of the Nemean Games is where I would stop - not because it isn't well written but because I'm not a fantasy fan and it does feel very fantasy-esque. However, if it were on a bookshelf I wouldn't go past paragraph one because 'he' isn't named and there's no reason for him not to be. For a character reader that distance is offputting.
 
Aretus is an exile who is driven to compete to prove himself to his hosts, people who he has never felt any great love for, and who have always treated him as an unwelcome alien. And for the glory. But I'm having trouble weaving that motivation into action in the opening, without resorting to an info dump.

I know that avoiding infodump is seriously difficult. However, you may benefit from reading David Gemmell's Lion of Macedon as a study piece on how to handle it, in a way that may more directly relate to your novel (presuming you're trying for an Ancient Greek-style fantasy setting. His main character also uses running as a character device that directly relates to his character arc).

Okay, let's look at this again, and a few personal suggestions below (feel free to ignore as appropriate):

The greaves were [had been? should we really be in past simple here? If not, past perfect can be a difficult tense to pull off in a hooky beginning, because it does not deal with the immediate now that can drag us in, but something that has already taken place. This may be a finickety comment, though] the smallest he could find in the armoury, and they were still too large. By the time he reached the base of the hill, the straps around his calves had loosened and hard bronze bit into the joint of his foot. so, this is going to cause pain, right? And probably blood? If so, don't presume it - show (the blood) and tell (the pain) directly for the benefit of the reader. ALSO! This might make for a better opening sentence, and try the original first sentence after this one. The reason being that this sentence is more immediate, and if you have blood and pain in the opening, you are instantly dealing with stakes, consequence, and a character experience that a reader might empathise and sympathise with) He would need to tighten the straps at the sanctuary, and wrap his feet in cloth again under his sandals to deal with any blisters/sores/blood?. Until then he could endure because... - this is where you can throw your stakes in: he needs to do this because...then try and say so in no more than 5 words. You can explain further later - we just need a brief introduction to his motivitation.

The route around and up the hill was familiar to Aretus talking about familiarity can negate tension - unless you say something like this being a hard, rough route, or one that pushing his endurance. Show struggle where possible, and don't be afraid to throw in a dramatic verb to describe what might otherwise be a routine one. His legs knew the tempo of kneading up the steep slope again, cf previous commnet. All this experience is ordinary to the character, but needs to be extraordinary for the reader as much as possible. Perhaps Aretus is particularly pushing himself today..., and the shield on his arm swayed with each stride I do like this sentence - very evocative of a hoplite. An already fierce sun pressed down on the track...and? The consequence of which means what sort of hardship for Aretus? Give us just a couple of words to say what..

One last run. One final push. Then the Nemean Games which is meaningless to us, but holds great meaning for Aretus. So give us something of the meaning. Again, no explanation - just a few words - tease and tantalise the reader with how tortured the character is - but be explicit, don't hint. Don't be afraid to make things brashly obvious - because what is obvious in your head is not obvious to the reader unless you bluntly say so.

See if that helps?
 
I haven't read any of the other posts above, and I don't have time to give a full critique (if that's even what you were after) but I wanted to join in with the slush-pile game:)
After reading your other thread and learning how tough they were being, whether or not that's how they would normally go about it, if im being as harsh as them I would have stopped with the paragraph starting 'He was a god-born...' too many names being thrown around and I was struggling to follow. I did quite enjoy the piece though, and think I would read more (maybe I'm not cut out to be a slush-pile reader, or would quickly become swamped I think ;))
 
I wouldn't strat with mention of Greaves. It's a vaguely uncommon word, may confuse someone. :confused: There's always a way to work such a word in while making it clear what it actually is. 'The Greaves round his ankle were..."
Thing is - I dunno what's these greaves? It's a minor point, because tis explained in the first paragraph, but it interferes, however slightly, with the all-important hook sentence.
 
I know that avoiding infodump is seriously difficult. However, you may benefit from reading David Gemmell's Lion of Macedon as a study piece on how to handle it, in a way that may more directly relate to your novel (presuming you're trying for an Ancient Greek-style fantasy setting. His main character also uses running as a character device that directly relates to his character arc).

I've read it! And yes, it's definitely an influence.

Thanks for the input. I read somewhere that a dramatic story isn't the account of things happening, but the account of how people feel about things happening. I need to work on expressing my characters' feelings about what's happening.
 
The Embers of Legend

The greaves were the smallest he could find in the armoury, and they were still too large. By the time he reached the base of the hill, the straps around his calves had loosened and hard bronze bit into the joint of his foot. He would need to tighten the straps at the sanctuary, and wrap his feet in cloth again under his sandals. Until then he could endure.

Endure what, pain, tickling or hunger? – never stated in the above section. This is very distant from your character. There is a great opportunity to quickly tell us what armor could feel like to wear but it hasn’t been developed.
The route around and up the hill was familiar to Aretus. His legs knew the tempo of kneading up the steep slope, and the shield on his arm swayed with each stride. An already fierce sun pressed down on the track.

Familiar to Aretus but not to me. Setting, such as how big was this hill, did it have trees on etc. have not been covered. It feels like your character is moving around in a vague fog.
One last run. One final push. Then the Nemean Games.


Aretus gasped the final strides to the top of the hill, threw down the shield, and bent to one knee on the cracked flagstones of the sanctuary. His head burned like a furnace. Only after he had poured a libation at the marble feet of the Watcher did he drink some of the watered wine slung around shoulder. This was the last time he would be here before leaving for Nemea. He gazed up at the timeworn statue that held court among weeds and toppled columns, and drew resolve from its empty, unblinking eyes.

I would have stopped here. The line above more or less implied your character was about to arrive at the games and now I discover he has a long way to go, a blessing only. Again, very little is described here and I have no idea how big even this sanctuary is.

He (the statue I assume?) was a god-born of Arathia. This was his ancestor. The Targeans had their own hero-god, The Rider, with his splendid temple atop the citadel piled high with precious trophies of war. The Watcher had a great temple in Arathia. But here in the lands of the Targeans, he was a minor and neglected god. A shepherd passing a day on the hill with his flock might toss a date at the foot of the Watcher out of superstition. Otherwise, Aretus was the only visitor to this stony and haunted place.

I really would have stopped here. Your character was all set to head off on a journey but your narration has stopped to explain minor gods. This kills the opening, there is a time and place for world building and I don’t believe this should be the opening. You need something of interest in your opening, a spark of some sort, not an explanation of religion.
The men in Targea said the distance to the sanctuary and back again was too far. He would over-train, especially when he insisted on wearing armour when he ran. It seemed to Aretus that they knew he was not one of them, and never could be one of them, and yet they didn’t understand what that meant. If he could not return to Arathia, then he would go to the sanctuary of the Watcher and stand in his shadow. And remember.

I’m not sure what you were saying here – sorry.
Aretus drank the rest of the wine (would he not need some for his journey?). Then he tightened the straps on the greaves, picked up his shield, and set off back to Targea at half-pace. The morning haze had burned off and he could see across the valley to the mottled green and dun hills where Targea stood. He loped down the path and welcomed a sigh of wind that cooled his sweaty back and calves. Several birds flapped up from the gully on his left, squawking. In their wake came an unpleasant smell. Fresh offal.

Lots of actions and details, none of them relevant I’d say. None of this detail advances your plot, but at least we seem to be back on our journey.
Without slowing, Aretus turned his head and peered into the gloom of the gully. Something bulky shifted in the shadows. Yellow eyes flashed. Aretus had to stop and turn to keep it in sight. The bulk rose, flipping a long tail. A twisted kill at its feet buzzed with flies.

Here, the animal is not named, below it is. There is no tension in the little section above simply because I have no idea what animal it was, and I feel annoyed below when I discover it’s a lion.
He fought off the frantic urge to sprint away. Instead, keeping his eyes on the lion, Aretus raised his shield and backed up the hill briskly, sandals scrabbling on the hard path. He must not run, must not become prey. The kill was fresh. The beast should be satisfied. No need to rouse itself to stalk this new prey, tall and wary.

Back the way we came I see and the journey has not started now. So the lion has managed to kill your storyline too, as we’re back to where we started.
But the beast padded out of the shadows, eyes fixed on Aretus, its muzzle stained deep red.

He had heard in recent weeks that a lion stalked the region. Stories in the agora of sheep taken, dogs savaged. Two hunting expeditions had set after the beast and returned disappointed. No overbold cub, this, but a devious old creature, wise to the ways of men. Aretus must have passed it on the way up the hill without rousing it.

My money is on the lion.

I’m going to get stuck in now, but before I start, it’s not all that bad. Technical writing is good and there is a clear idea waiting to escape.

For me, your micro managing your character - go here, look at this, move this way, stand, sit, drink, eat and walk or run. While your micro managing every detail and character action, there is very little room for plot development and storyline. Poor old Aretus has not been allowed to live and breathe you’ve poked and prodded him so much. All he has done is go up a hill, back down and back up again, which is why I’m rooting for the lion. However, I did the very same in my first draft. I had my character go off and look intently at the wildlife of a new planet for whole chapters, which I enjoyed writing, but is honestly dead boring for anyone else to read. So as the puppet master I recommend you cut the strings (apron strings!!) and let Aretus live his life more. Yes you will have to keep an eye on him and tell us all about what mischief he gets into, but stop prodding and poking the poor lad. Less is more.

Think of the reader when writing, and ask yourself, is this actually interesting? What has happened here and could I do better? The skill in good writing is the willingness to delete and destroy your own words if in doubt. I’ve one whole book I’ve never even submitted anywhere simply because I know it didn’t pull together. I’ll rescue some characters and ideas from this work, but not a lot else I think. Learn to be super critical of what you do; otherwise you’ll never shine at what you do. You’re not doing this yet, and you need to. A run up and down a hill does not do justice to your own imagination and skill. Look again, and be tougher and harder on yourself. You’re the first ever reader of what you write, and you should be the hardest to please.

I’ve gone all Yoda. I’m off to shoot something.
 
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