 Bald as Malak 2009-10-18 . chapter 1Hey, long time no read. :)
All comments below are based on my fantastically high expectations of your writing, which isn't fair really.
Lovely beginning. I love the idea of the letter being released to the wind. Kind of a variation of the message in the bottle...
Wow, the next one is quite strange. Interesting too; I would have liked a little more insight into what she was feeling, thinking, experiencing rather than what she was doing. To make it from an idea into an experience we share with her. This need for delving is highlighted by her subsequent and first interaction with Sarevok, in which you mention the "life-in-death." For example, why is she not safe? That feeling needs to be touched upon somehow, and how does that all tie in with her having been sick?
Lots of simple details introduced that deepen our experience without becoming ponderous descriptions. I liked this line, for example: "With her chin in his hand, the movement seemed more a caress than an answer."
The ending of this section *works* for me. I think you've got the intensity that would come with being a godspawn nicely pat. For a lot of writers, god-spawn equals more toys and bigger sticks. Your story makes me realize that intensity and otherwordliness should be there. Kudos; I've always thought something was missing from the others.
"Hart to his hounds"... should she find antlers instead...? The hatred, which is linked I guess to Gorian and his demise, seems a bit out of place here given the restlessness of before. I'm guessing this is part of the tensions she feels, which I think needed more of your poetic eloquence.
Quite fun and rich to read. I'm thrown a bit off balance, and I like it.
Best, BaM |