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“The Shadows Danced” First Look

“The Shadows Danced” First Look

“The Shadows Danced” is set for release on August 1st, 2017, but since it’s still a few months away, here’s a sneak peak.

From “The Shadows Danced”

“Really,” he insisted, “you don’t have to do all this for me.”

“It has been five harvests, Keeper!” Replied a tiny woman rushing about the house. “You should have told us you were coming. Maybe then you would have some proper arrangements. You’re not planning on staying out in that stable with your horses, are you?”

The old storyteller pushed a piece of potato from one side of his plate to the other. “Actually…”

“No!” interrupted the little woman, threateningly pointing a rolling pin at his chest. “You are not sleeping out in a hayloft like some kind of animal. Gesh can sleep with his father and I in our bed, and you can have his, as long as you’re here.”

“Really, I – ”

“Not another word, Keeper!” Her eyes glared in loving sternness.

The Keeper stabbed the piece of potato with his fork and lifted it to his mouth. “Thank you.” He said at last, and bit into the potato.

“Hmph.” Said the little woman, placing her hands on her hips. “That’s more like it.”

He swallowed the potato and smiled. “You haven’t changed a bit, Gh’rina.”

The little woman’s expression transformed in an instant as she frowned softly and leaned against a chair. “You know I don’t use that name anymore.”

“Right, right.” He tapped his head, “It’s this old mind of mine, can’t remember hardly anything at all these days.”

“Pff.” She replied with a timid smile, “You have a better memory than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“If you insist.” His eyebrows narrowed in thought, and he snapped his fingers, “Tresa!”

The woman smiled. “Trisa.”

“Of course, of course.” He said, waving a hand. “But I cannot look at you and not remember who you were all those years ago.”

She sighed. “I wish you would forget.”

He clicked his tongue. “Nonsense. Seeing you now, thinking of you all those years ago. It’s incredible how far you’ve come.”

Trisa smiled shyly. “Thank you, Keeper.”

In the blink of an eye her transformed expression returned to the kindly and stern look of a mother. “Gesh!” She called up the stairs.

The little boy ran down from his room into the warm kitchen.

“Gesh, the Keeper will be staying with us for a little while, and he will need your bed. You will sleep with your father and I as long as he is here.”

“What Keeper?” He asked, his eyes growing wide.

Trisa shot a questioning glance at the old man. “You haven’t told them?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t see any reason to.”

“Because you deserve a little respect!”

“Bah!” He answered jovially, “If I can’t keep the attention of a few children, I hardly deserve to be called Keeper anyway.” He looked at Gesh with a smile, “Let’s not tell any of the other children just yet. This is our secret.”

Gesh nodded.

Trisa shook her head. “You haven’t changed a bit either. You’re still the adventurous young man I knew all those years ago.”

The Keeper took a sip of water and sighed, “I do hope I’ve changed a little.”

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

He nodded, “Well, I do think it’s time to get back to the story.”

“Gesh, why don’t you go out and wait for the Keeper in the courtyard? I want to talk to him for a moment.”

The boy nodded and headed for the door.

“Remember!” The old man called after him, “Our secret.”

Gesh responded with a smile, and the door slammed shut behind him.

The Keeper took another sip of water and looked up at Trisa. Her eyes were fixed on some point in the distance, her face seemed pale.

“My dear, is there something wrong?”

The little woman leaned against the chair once more, still staring blankly at the wall. “Don’t tell him…” She began.

“Don’t tell who what?” He asked.

“Don’t tell my son who I was.” she replied, still staring at nothing.

“Gh’rina-”

“Don’t use that name!” She snapped, her face twisting in anger. A moment later her eyes relaxed. “I’m sorry, Keeper, I…” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I just – I don’t want him to be ashamed of me.”

The Keeper stood from his chair and gently placed a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Of course I won’t tell him. That is your choice, but my dear Trisa, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing more than any of us. Your story is not shameful, it is a story of hope, and it should be told.”

The woman nodded, tears dripping onto the table. She took a ragged breath. “I know, I do. But what if he doesn’t understand? What if he just sees me as… as a monster?”

“Trust Aver, Trisa. He gave each of us our stories.” He patted her on the shoulder, “now, I really must go.”

Trisa nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Of course, of course.”

The Keeper set his hand on the door and looked back, “Thank you for the meal.” He said, “I’m glad to see you again.”

Trisa smiled, her cheeks still stained from a few tears. “It is good to see you too.”

 

A few moments later the Keeper stood in front of the children once more.

“Now then, where were we?”

A chorus of answers echoed up from the children. “That witch was going to kill them!”

“Nuh-uh! She was gonna eat them! I know it!”

“It’s the same thing!”

“Oh!” The storyteller said, “I remember where we were now. Yes, yes. That’s right.

“Idri, the terrible old witch, stood atop the ancient tower, the cold wind blowing through her white hair…”

And that’s all for today!  If you want to hear the rest, look for “The Shadows Danced”  Set for release on August 1st!

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-J. Christopher Earl

The Shadows Danced

The Shadows Danced

“The Shadows Danced” is set to release on August 1st, 2017.  There’s a long road between here and there, but I’m looking forward to the journey.  Here’s a peak at the technical steps of my writing process, for anyone interested.

Making the Plan

Generally, my books start with a character.  The first book I remember reading on writing was Robert Peck’s “Fiction is Folks.”  My mother kept it on a shelf in the living room, and I picked it up one day and read it straight through.  The big-idea of the book, as the title puts it, is that fiction is folks.  Books are about people.  So, naturally, if you know the characters well the fiction will flow easily.  Of course, the idea for Averelia started with a world instead of people.

My dad loves science fiction of all flavors, and I grew fond of them as well.  One of my favorite ideas was a tidally locked world, that is, a world which doesn’t have a day-night cycle, but is permanently set in either night or day, depending where one stands.  Scientifically, it presented problems.  The light side would always be ash and lava, and the dark side would be a frozen wasteland.  I moved away from sci-fi and let Averelia grow a little more, fantastic.  The world became less physically harsh, and people flourished.

Cities bloomed, cultures grew, individual stories popped into existence, and before I knew it, I had a world full of folks, and that’s all fiction needs.  I was ready for the next step.

Setting Pen to Paper

The hardest, but often most enjoyable, part of writing is, well, writing.  After the planning, the research, the design, the dreaming, I get to sit down in my comfy armchair with a laptop and a cup of coffee or tea and explore a world of my own creation.  Honestly, there’s almost nothing like it.  Every sentence, every turning page, is a discovery.  For the most part the actual writing process doesn’t involve many decisions.  I just choose where to point the lens.  I know I’ve planned well when I can sit down and let the characters simply exist and act as they would if they were real.

The most exciting moments of writing are when I realize what a character is about to do. , rather than decide what a character is about to do.  It’s a subtle difference, but it makes a world of difference in the feel of the text.  Currently I’m writing a conversation between three individuals and it’s fun just to let them talk – or not talk – as they really would.  “What would they say?” is a very different question from, “What do I want them to say?”

So I plug away at the keyboard, excited to see where my characters go next, how my world unfolds, and how the story is told.

The Editing Process

After the last sentence of “The Shadows Danced” is written – and I take a good few days to breathe – I’ll set in to the editing process.  These are two very different stages, and they use different halves of the brain.  Writing is creative, free, and fun.  Editing is analytical, structured, and challenging.  They’re both enjoyable in their own way, but I’ve found any attempt to mix them into one stage only ends in depression, anxiety, and a million renditions of Chapter One.

Being a fairly poor college student, I’ve found I can’t afford most professional editors. Instead I’ve trained myself to do the hard work of fixing grammar, analyzing sentences, and chopping my book into little pieces and stitching it back together.  It takes a few weeks, and I’m sure it never ends in perfection, but after a few rounds of editing the book will feel much more polished and coherent.  It’s hard work, but it’s worth it.

The Last Steps

Self-publishing is blessedly simple after a few days of poking around.  I’ve already put together the cover, so it will just be a matter of formatting, uploading, and a few days of waiting.  I use Amazon’s Kindle Direct for eBook publishing.  It’s companion site, CreateSpace, is fairly straight-forward for paperback editions.

Then it’s on to marketing.  I still have no idea how to properly market an independent Christian fantasy book.  It seems like a fairly small niche, so if you enjoy my books, thank you!  Be sure to share them with your friends, give them as gifts, and – best of all! – leave reviews on Amazon!

Thanks for reading!

To follow my progress on “The Shadows Danced,” check in whenever you like.  There’s a progress bar on the sidebar of my site that will be updated as often as I work on the book.

It looks like this:

The Shadows Danced
Phase:Writing
Due:6 months ago
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Thanks for reading!  Leave any feedback or thoughts in the comments!

-J. Christopher Earl