Flogometer for Bill: would you keep reading?

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Update Traveling all day today (Friday), plan to be back Monday.

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The Flogometer challenge: can you craft a first page that compels me to turn to the next page? Caveat: Please keep in mind that this is entirely subjective.

Note: all the Flogometer posts are here.

What's a first page in publishingland? In a properly formatted novel manuscript (double-spaced, 1-inch margins, 12-point type, etc.) there should be about 16 lines on the first page (first pages of chapters/prologues start about 1/3 of the way down the page).

Some homework. Before sending your novel's opening, you might want to read these two FtQ posts: Story as River and Kitty-cats in Action. That'll tell you where I'm coming from, and might prompt a little rethinking of your narrative.

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Bill's first 16 lines of his fantasy novel:

The fragile pop and crinkle of glass burst from one of the last intact windows somewhere. Fires spit in dead-end corners, waved from broken windows and roared through houses knocked on their sides in the middle of streets. Manic, dancing shadows bumped and shoved one another like drunken revelers. Thick smoke and fumes drifted over the stumps of once proud buildings, coating the lungs and burning the eyes.

"Still alive, then?" Bran called, his back to the bricks.

"Come find out," replied the flat voice on the other side.

Bran almost smiled. Then his eyes found his last three men, splayed against the crumbling and blackened inner wall of the gutted Morrin Guild Hall like so much flotsam left by a filthy tide. Ragged and grim, they sat among the broken stones and smoking timbers, catching their breath and counting their minutes.

The bodies of the Skyrran patrol at their feet mixed with the dancing shadows. Each body bore the distinctive, triangular pauldron of the Council army, but it was the occasional moon-white eye staring blindly from their pitch black skin which proved their allegiance.

I wanted to see more

Since I'm a SF/fantasy reader, this battle scene was enough to entice me forward, though perhaps not compel. Sometimes enticement is enough, if what follows lives up to the bait. But there are some issues here, and Bill has a tendency to pile on the adjectives. In the later pages, there were definitely too many for my taste. Some notes:

The fragile pop and crinkle of glass burst from one of the last intact windows somewhere. Fires spit in dead-end corners, waved from broken windows and roared through houses knocked on their sides in the middle of streets. Manic, dancing shadows bumped and shoved one another like drunken revelers. Thick smoke and fumes drifted over the stumps of once proud buildings, coating the lungs and burning the eyes. (I cut that sentence because it felt as though we were going on too long with the description. A note: if this description was experiential, it would be more effective, and would introduce the character.)

"Still alive, then?" Bran called, his back to the bricks.

"Come find out," replied the flat voice on the other side. (The other side of what?)

Bran almost smiled. Then his eyes found hHis last three men splayed against the crumbling and blackened inner wall of the gutted Morrin Guild Hall like so much flotsam left by a filthy tide. Ragged and grim, they sat among the broken stones and smoking timbers, catching their breath and counting their minutes. (The part about his eyes finding things is a touch of overwriting, in my view, and words we can do without. This is an action scene, even though at a pause, and shorter sentences will serve better. Since his soldiers are described as ragged and grim, I felt the flotsam part was also not necessary, and got in the way of a good, crisp pace.)

The bodies of the Skyrran patrol at their feet mixed with the dancing shadows. Each body bore the distinctive, triangular pauldron of the Council army, but it was the occasional moon-white eye staring blindly from their pitch-black skin which proved their allegiance. (I'd suggest that the shadows dance over the bodies rather than the bodies mixing with them. "Distinctive" was one too many adjectives. Clarity issue: I couldn't visualize/understand "the occasional moon-white eye staring blindly from their pitch-black skin." From faces I could understand, but this suggests skin on the bodies somewhere. From arms? Backs? Foreheads? If from faces, it needs to be clear, i.e. pitch-black faces.)

Good writing and description, though, once the delete key is exercised a little. Lots of promise here, Bill. Keep at it.

Comments, anyone?

For what it's worth,

Ray

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