jjcomet
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This is the reason I joined Chronicles, to have my writing critiqued. I have asked some friends for feed-back on my latest works, however I think my initial samples years ago have left them permanently blind. I have edited my chapters several times and now have reached the point where a different perspective is needed.
What follows is an excerpt from the third chapter in a book I would someday like to submit. In this sample are two previously established characters: a female elf named Vaust and a middle-aged mage named Astrin. The newest character introduced here is Garym Alandras. Astrin is trying to hire the two adventurers for a rescue mission and they are meeting at an inn.
Like previous requests for critiques posted in Chronicles, I too would like to know if the writing flows well. I have tried to write in the present tense and would like to know if I have succeeded? Grammar back in school was not my strong suit.
What concerns me in this and all my work – is if the usage of commas is correct. I read posts dealing with the placement of commas and it sounds to me if one is consistent in their usage through one’s work, it should be ok.
Any and all comments are welcomed.
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Covering the afternoon sky is a thick blanket of gray clouds. One would expect rain from such a setting, however one would be wrong on this day. The temperature is pleasant and there is no feel or smell of rain in the southern breeze. Two figures stand under the overhanging, upper levels to the Brass Shield Inn. There is a substantial difference in their heights, yet the ease of their comradery is ever-present to those who notice. Long blond hair is parted in the middle upon the taller male, allowing observant blue eyes to watch the populace of Rush move by. Those eyes pass over the shorter female elf with long, dark hair tied in a ponytail by a red scarf.
Garym Alandras politely listens as Vaust talks on about the inn. The muscular, master psionicist gives a silent sigh, running a hand through his hair. Finally Vaust’s longtime friend inclines his head and gestures at the door, realizing she has forgotten to enter the tavern. Lost in her narration about the inn and why they are there. Vaust pauses, glancing at the thick wooded closure before grinning at the invitation, glad for his consideration.
Entering the Brass Shield Inn, Vaust steps lightly to the left towards the bar, taking a seat. Those already in the room watch the attractive elf skip to a bar-stool, wearing a short, violet and gray dress. Following slowly, peering around the room, is a taller male with a fighter’s physique. Observing the room in general and the wall with the various shields in particular.
Garym has a long green cape over his shoulders, wearing a yellow cotton shirt and brown fleece slacks. Underneath is a gray suit of magical chainmail not forged by metal, and bracers of protection upon his forearms. Attached to his belt are two longswords, well-constructed and yet both are of different makes. One sheathed blade had been crafted from the green metal of a meteor. The second created from a blue crystalline substance, much like his chainmail. Both blades are carried with an undercurrent of confidence and bearing, stating the owner knows how to use them exceptionally well.
As Garym sits next to Vaust, a dark haired male with green eyes meets them on the opposite side of the bar, placing a glass of wine before Vaust. The mage, Astrin greets Garym with a handshake and a smile, mentioning in friendly but quiet tones.
“Welcome to the Brass Shield Inn, Garym. My name, as I’m sure Vaust has told you, is Astrin Hennten, and I’m currently in need of some help. But please, as my newest guest here in Rush, allow me to offer you a fine meal and drink.” Astrin indicates the table by the door, where his blue cloak and black, broad brimmed hat rest on a chair. “In a more secure place then the bar. There we can resume introductions a little more privately.”
Vaust hops off the seat holding her wine glass. She is halfway to the table by the time Astrin finishes talking to Garym. Making a snort of humor, Garym shrugs his shoulders.
“Looks like that decision’s already been answered,” grinning in her direction. Taking a second glance at the wall covered in shields, he steps over to the table. Vaust is sliding around to the bench against the exterior wall. Not wanting to have his back to the room, and with Astrin’s cloak on the third chair, Garym reluctantly takes the seat next to the door. Somewhat uncomfortable with his back to the entrance, he does notice the door is blocked from swinging far enough to hit anyone sitting there. This is due to metal stoppers set into the floor and another along the wall.
Astrin soon returns from the kitchen, carrying a large clay platter containing a smoked ham encrusted with a thick layer of carameled sugar. Following him out the swinging doors is the red-haired barmaid Kris, who carries a tray containing several plates, a bowl of whipped potatoes covered in butter and cheese. There is a second large bowl contains mixed winter peas and diced carrots in melted butter. Handing out the plates and utensils, the meal is arrayed around the table. As Kris returns to the kitchen Astrin glances between his two guests.
“Vaust already has her drink. What would you care to have, Garym?”
“A mug of ale will do fine, thanks.”
“Good. Vaust? Care for something else?”
Not standing on ceremony she is busily slicing off portions of ham, placing them on her plate. “Another glass of wine will do.”
“Then I’ll be back in a moment with drinks and some fresh baked bread.” Flourishing a hand, indicating Vaust’s start on the meal, he happily comments to Garym, “Please, eat. I’ll do the initial talking when I return.” He leaves, carrying the empty trays. Following directions, Garym serves a plate of his own and is impressed by the food. Finishing the last of her wine Vaust smiles over the glass.
“Told you the food here’s good.”
“True, true.”
What follows is an excerpt from the third chapter in a book I would someday like to submit. In this sample are two previously established characters: a female elf named Vaust and a middle-aged mage named Astrin. The newest character introduced here is Garym Alandras. Astrin is trying to hire the two adventurers for a rescue mission and they are meeting at an inn.
Like previous requests for critiques posted in Chronicles, I too would like to know if the writing flows well. I have tried to write in the present tense and would like to know if I have succeeded? Grammar back in school was not my strong suit.
What concerns me in this and all my work – is if the usage of commas is correct. I read posts dealing with the placement of commas and it sounds to me if one is consistent in their usage through one’s work, it should be ok.
Any and all comments are welcomed.
**********
Covering the afternoon sky is a thick blanket of gray clouds. One would expect rain from such a setting, however one would be wrong on this day. The temperature is pleasant and there is no feel or smell of rain in the southern breeze. Two figures stand under the overhanging, upper levels to the Brass Shield Inn. There is a substantial difference in their heights, yet the ease of their comradery is ever-present to those who notice. Long blond hair is parted in the middle upon the taller male, allowing observant blue eyes to watch the populace of Rush move by. Those eyes pass over the shorter female elf with long, dark hair tied in a ponytail by a red scarf.
Garym Alandras politely listens as Vaust talks on about the inn. The muscular, master psionicist gives a silent sigh, running a hand through his hair. Finally Vaust’s longtime friend inclines his head and gestures at the door, realizing she has forgotten to enter the tavern. Lost in her narration about the inn and why they are there. Vaust pauses, glancing at the thick wooded closure before grinning at the invitation, glad for his consideration.
Entering the Brass Shield Inn, Vaust steps lightly to the left towards the bar, taking a seat. Those already in the room watch the attractive elf skip to a bar-stool, wearing a short, violet and gray dress. Following slowly, peering around the room, is a taller male with a fighter’s physique. Observing the room in general and the wall with the various shields in particular.
Garym has a long green cape over his shoulders, wearing a yellow cotton shirt and brown fleece slacks. Underneath is a gray suit of magical chainmail not forged by metal, and bracers of protection upon his forearms. Attached to his belt are two longswords, well-constructed and yet both are of different makes. One sheathed blade had been crafted from the green metal of a meteor. The second created from a blue crystalline substance, much like his chainmail. Both blades are carried with an undercurrent of confidence and bearing, stating the owner knows how to use them exceptionally well.
As Garym sits next to Vaust, a dark haired male with green eyes meets them on the opposite side of the bar, placing a glass of wine before Vaust. The mage, Astrin greets Garym with a handshake and a smile, mentioning in friendly but quiet tones.
“Welcome to the Brass Shield Inn, Garym. My name, as I’m sure Vaust has told you, is Astrin Hennten, and I’m currently in need of some help. But please, as my newest guest here in Rush, allow me to offer you a fine meal and drink.” Astrin indicates the table by the door, where his blue cloak and black, broad brimmed hat rest on a chair. “In a more secure place then the bar. There we can resume introductions a little more privately.”
Vaust hops off the seat holding her wine glass. She is halfway to the table by the time Astrin finishes talking to Garym. Making a snort of humor, Garym shrugs his shoulders.
“Looks like that decision’s already been answered,” grinning in her direction. Taking a second glance at the wall covered in shields, he steps over to the table. Vaust is sliding around to the bench against the exterior wall. Not wanting to have his back to the room, and with Astrin’s cloak on the third chair, Garym reluctantly takes the seat next to the door. Somewhat uncomfortable with his back to the entrance, he does notice the door is blocked from swinging far enough to hit anyone sitting there. This is due to metal stoppers set into the floor and another along the wall.
Astrin soon returns from the kitchen, carrying a large clay platter containing a smoked ham encrusted with a thick layer of carameled sugar. Following him out the swinging doors is the red-haired barmaid Kris, who carries a tray containing several plates, a bowl of whipped potatoes covered in butter and cheese. There is a second large bowl contains mixed winter peas and diced carrots in melted butter. Handing out the plates and utensils, the meal is arrayed around the table. As Kris returns to the kitchen Astrin glances between his two guests.
“Vaust already has her drink. What would you care to have, Garym?”
“A mug of ale will do fine, thanks.”
“Good. Vaust? Care for something else?”
Not standing on ceremony she is busily slicing off portions of ham, placing them on her plate. “Another glass of wine will do.”
“Then I’ll be back in a moment with drinks and some fresh baked bread.” Flourishing a hand, indicating Vaust’s start on the meal, he happily comments to Garym, “Please, eat. I’ll do the initial talking when I return.” He leaves, carrying the empty trays. Following directions, Garym serves a plate of his own and is impressed by the food. Finishing the last of her wine Vaust smiles over the glass.
“Told you the food here’s good.”
“True, true.”