This is a short excerpt from the opening chapter of my current WiP. This is a central scene which, hopefully, will deliver a good hook. I think the ideas are sound if, perhaps, a little cliched, but I'm afraid some of the writing is stilted. I'm grateful for any comments.
Context for the excerpt
At this point, the reader knows that Miri is a respected judge (judges have both legal and religious authority in this world) and that she has recently been through a trauma that's left her battling with something akin to PTSD and/or depression. Abbess Kora is a friend who has been trying to help Miri, in this instance by getting her out of her home and into some fresh air and sunshine. Miri and Kora have been stopped in the street by a couple and their son, Nok. The family is grateful to Miri for help in saving the lives of relatives who were nearly condemned to death as heretics and the father is asking Miri to help his son.
The excerpt
“I wonder,” the man cut into the silence, “if we might ask a small favour of you, Judge.”
A frown flit briefly across Miri’s face. “I have not resumed my duties, Master Hert. I’m not in a position to do much at the moment.”
“It’s only a little advice, Judge, not for either of us,” he glanced quickly at his wife, “but for Nok. He’s had trouble sleeping of late. He claims he sees monsters in the dark. We’ve told him he’s imagining it but, well, I’m sure a word from you would do wonders to convince him. Would you mind?”
Miri glanced down at the little boy, standing close by his mother and obviously embarrassed by his father’s revelation. The muscles of her face relaxed and her frown gave way to a tender, even sad, expression. She bent down on one knee and motioned to the boy. “Come closer, Nok.”
Nok looked up at his mother, who responded with a quiet, “Go,” as she gently pushed him towards the judge. Again, Miri motioned for him to come even closer, until he stood mere inches in front of her, fixed in place by her dark eyes.
“So, Nok, is this true? Do you really see monsters at night?”
A flush of red bloomed in Nok’s cheeks. He tried to look away but couldn’t break his eyes free from Miri’s gaze. “Yes, Judge, but I know they’re not real. Ma and Da say it’s just shadows and the wind. I try not to be afraid.”
Miri’s lips tightened ever so slightly. “It’s very good,” she said, “that you’re fighting your fear.” She leaned in closer to the boy, whispering in his ear so only he could hear. “But your ma and da are wrong, Nok. Monsters are real. I see them, too. They don't hide in dark corners or under your bed, though. They hide in plain sight. They look and act like normal people. They talk and laugh and walk around in daylight, just like,” Miri pointed to a man walking past, “like him. Or her,” she added as she pointed at a woman selling fruit on a street corner. “Any of them could be monsters.”
She reached out and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “So you have to be brave, Nok. Because when you find a monster, a real monster, no one—not even your parents—will help you. Most people are so afraid that, even when a monster stares them straight in the face, they’ll pretend it doesn’t exist. They would rather live with evil walking amongst them than face the thought of fighting it. So people tell themselves, ‘Monsters aren’t real’. And they say it so often that they even begin to believe it.”
Miri could almost smell the fear coming off of the boy. She pulled back just enough for him to see her face clearly and gave him a small smile along with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “But you’ve seen the monsters, Nok. You know they’re real. Never forget that. And be brave. When you see a monster, you must be brave enough to kill it, no matter what other people say. Can you do that? For me?”
Nok’s face was pale as a corpse in moonlight. He stared in mute silence at the judge, the servant of God who had slain his enemies and saved the lives of his family and friends, then nodded his head once.
Miri leaned back and spoke a little louder, so Nok’s parents could hear. “And you won’t be afraid of the wind and shadows at night?”
Still staring wide-eyed at Miri, Nok slowly shook his head side-to-side.
“Very good.” Miri smiled at the boy, then straightened up and looked at his parents, standing a few feet away. “Nok is a brave little boy. I don’t think he’ll have any more problems with monsters under his bed.”
“Thank you so much for your help, Judge,” Ottelia said as she made a small curtsy. “And may I say, it is such a pleasure to see you out and about in the market. We are all very much looking forward to the day when we see you in congregation again.”
Miri acknowledged the woman’s words with the slightest of nods. But even before the family turned to leave, Miri’s smile vanished, replaced by an expressionless mask and dead eyes.
“That was nice of you,” Kora said. “Aren’t you glad we came out for a walk today?”
“No,” Miri answered. “And you won’t be either when that boy’s parents come complaining to you.”
The smile dropped from Kora’s face. “Complain? Why would they...” But Miri was already walking away and Kora had to push past a knot of people to catch up.
“Miri, what did you say to the boy?”
“I told him the truth.” Miri’s gaze was fixed on the street ahead as she spoke. “And now I’m going home, before I have to tell anyone else the truth. And the next time...” She stopped and turned an angry glare on Kora. “The next time you decide to try and help me, Abbess, don’t bother.”
Miri turned her back and walked away.
Context for the excerpt
At this point, the reader knows that Miri is a respected judge (judges have both legal and religious authority in this world) and that she has recently been through a trauma that's left her battling with something akin to PTSD and/or depression. Abbess Kora is a friend who has been trying to help Miri, in this instance by getting her out of her home and into some fresh air and sunshine. Miri and Kora have been stopped in the street by a couple and their son, Nok. The family is grateful to Miri for help in saving the lives of relatives who were nearly condemned to death as heretics and the father is asking Miri to help his son.
The excerpt
“I wonder,” the man cut into the silence, “if we might ask a small favour of you, Judge.”
A frown flit briefly across Miri’s face. “I have not resumed my duties, Master Hert. I’m not in a position to do much at the moment.”
“It’s only a little advice, Judge, not for either of us,” he glanced quickly at his wife, “but for Nok. He’s had trouble sleeping of late. He claims he sees monsters in the dark. We’ve told him he’s imagining it but, well, I’m sure a word from you would do wonders to convince him. Would you mind?”
Miri glanced down at the little boy, standing close by his mother and obviously embarrassed by his father’s revelation. The muscles of her face relaxed and her frown gave way to a tender, even sad, expression. She bent down on one knee and motioned to the boy. “Come closer, Nok.”
Nok looked up at his mother, who responded with a quiet, “Go,” as she gently pushed him towards the judge. Again, Miri motioned for him to come even closer, until he stood mere inches in front of her, fixed in place by her dark eyes.
“So, Nok, is this true? Do you really see monsters at night?”
A flush of red bloomed in Nok’s cheeks. He tried to look away but couldn’t break his eyes free from Miri’s gaze. “Yes, Judge, but I know they’re not real. Ma and Da say it’s just shadows and the wind. I try not to be afraid.”
Miri’s lips tightened ever so slightly. “It’s very good,” she said, “that you’re fighting your fear.” She leaned in closer to the boy, whispering in his ear so only he could hear. “But your ma and da are wrong, Nok. Monsters are real. I see them, too. They don't hide in dark corners or under your bed, though. They hide in plain sight. They look and act like normal people. They talk and laugh and walk around in daylight, just like,” Miri pointed to a man walking past, “like him. Or her,” she added as she pointed at a woman selling fruit on a street corner. “Any of them could be monsters.”
She reached out and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “So you have to be brave, Nok. Because when you find a monster, a real monster, no one—not even your parents—will help you. Most people are so afraid that, even when a monster stares them straight in the face, they’ll pretend it doesn’t exist. They would rather live with evil walking amongst them than face the thought of fighting it. So people tell themselves, ‘Monsters aren’t real’. And they say it so often that they even begin to believe it.”
Miri could almost smell the fear coming off of the boy. She pulled back just enough for him to see her face clearly and gave him a small smile along with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “But you’ve seen the monsters, Nok. You know they’re real. Never forget that. And be brave. When you see a monster, you must be brave enough to kill it, no matter what other people say. Can you do that? For me?”
Nok’s face was pale as a corpse in moonlight. He stared in mute silence at the judge, the servant of God who had slain his enemies and saved the lives of his family and friends, then nodded his head once.
Miri leaned back and spoke a little louder, so Nok’s parents could hear. “And you won’t be afraid of the wind and shadows at night?”
Still staring wide-eyed at Miri, Nok slowly shook his head side-to-side.
“Very good.” Miri smiled at the boy, then straightened up and looked at his parents, standing a few feet away. “Nok is a brave little boy. I don’t think he’ll have any more problems with monsters under his bed.”
“Thank you so much for your help, Judge,” Ottelia said as she made a small curtsy. “And may I say, it is such a pleasure to see you out and about in the market. We are all very much looking forward to the day when we see you in congregation again.”
Miri acknowledged the woman’s words with the slightest of nods. But even before the family turned to leave, Miri’s smile vanished, replaced by an expressionless mask and dead eyes.
“That was nice of you,” Kora said. “Aren’t you glad we came out for a walk today?”
“No,” Miri answered. “And you won’t be either when that boy’s parents come complaining to you.”
The smile dropped from Kora’s face. “Complain? Why would they...” But Miri was already walking away and Kora had to push past a knot of people to catch up.
“Miri, what did you say to the boy?”
“I told him the truth.” Miri’s gaze was fixed on the street ahead as she spoke. “And now I’m going home, before I have to tell anyone else the truth. And the next time...” She stopped and turned an angry glare on Kora. “The next time you decide to try and help me, Abbess, don’t bother.”
Miri turned her back and walked away.