The Guardians of the Path Omens, published by Witching Hour Publishing, is to be released on 23 November 2016.
When you write a story, any story, whether it’s a short story, a novelette, or a ten-part series, ask yourself “Why would some one read this story?”
And why would they?
If you’re writing non-fiction, what the reader gets out of it is easy to see. They learn something (hopefully): the tactics used to win such-and-such battle in such-and-such a war, how to bake cookies that are chewy on the inside yet crisp on the outside, the technique for juggling flaming swords, etc.
If you’re writing a work of fiction or fantasy, the reader also wants to get something out of it. They are not going to invest the time in reading if they don’t feel there’s a prize at the end. You have to pull them through the story, from the past, through the present, to the future, with the promise of this prize, this satisfaction, this resolution.
This is the second excerpt from Omens. Here we have something of the past happening in the present, and hinting at the future, embodied in the form of destiny.
Three things lay before the Desert Man, innocent at first glance, but something much more on closer inspection. They drew his eyes and fixed his attention with a subtle yet unmistakable power. One was a pen of yellowed bone, point sharp enough to break skin and stained a rusty brown. Devoid of embellishment to the point of plainness, the bone yet had personality. A tiny sliver of white gem graced the pen just below the nib.
The second was a handle-less cup of a hard wood Dymitri had never seen before. It too was plain, but the light danced off the wood in strange ways, tricking the eyes into seeing shapes that wasn’t really there. Or were they? It was ice cold to the touch. Set into the wood was a dark blue gem.
The third was a beautiful feather of dark green, blue and purple. It was warm as the cup was cold, and soft as silk.
“That is an Emerald Phoenix feather. They are quite common, though often mistaken for peacocks,” Teled said. “It is used in healing potions.”
The fact that he did not offer an explanation for the other two did not escape Dymitri. He knew Teled was waiting for him to ask what they were. He also knew if he did that, it would change his entire life in a way that would be difficult to qualify with words. Destiny whispered to him, asking him to dance though he could not hear the music.
Look for Omens and other great books from Witching Hour Publishing coming soon!