Here are my answers to the June #WIPjoy prompts on Twitter and Facebook (and occasionally Instagram), about my current work-in-progress, “The Hall of Memories.” You can also view Week 1 and Week 2 by clicking on the links. Enjoy!
12. Share a chapter beginning you love.
It was in the early hours of morning, before the sun awoke to begin his ascent into the heavens. And the stars, with views unhindered by his brilliant light, looked down over the sleeping land of Ineris with their ever-watchful gaze. Apart from the troubling sight of Brunak running free in the East, far from their Master’s domain, there was very little movement to be seen. The rest of the land slumbered on quietly and peacefully.
Nevertheless, if the stars could have seen through stone, they would have found a sight even more curious than Brunak far beneath the Oraseth Mountains.
13. How do you want readers to view the protagonist at the beginning of the book? And at the end?
At the beginning of book 1, I want readers to sympathize with and relate to Eruvred. I want them to share his smiles, curiosity, laughter and tears. I want them to appreciate what he’s been through, and root for him along the way. By the end of the book, I hope readers will be proud of the man he becomes, admire his courage and humility, be shocked by unexpected revelations, and worry a little about what his future holds. It is a series, after all. 😉
14. Share a line where a character tries something new.
The commander weighed the sword in his hands, considered Eruvred again, then extended the hilt to him. “Would you like to hold it?”
Eruvred hesitated, looking from the extraordinary weapon to its bearer’s golden brown eyes.
“Go on, then,” Sir Veldir insisted. “I won’t let you hurt yourself.”
Eruvred reached for the hilt with shaking hands and grasped it tight. A thrill of pleasure rippled through his entire body.
Sir Veldir grinned. “Are you ready?”
Eruvred took a breath, then nodded.
The moment Sir Veldir’s hands left the sword, it plummeted to the ground with a soft thunk. Eruvred tried to lift it on his own, but he couldn’t get it more than a few inches off the ground. He pulled and grunted and pulled some more, to no avail.
Sir Veldir threw his head back and roared with laughter until he was doubled over with both arms wrapped around his stomach. Eruvred hardly thought it was funny. He shot an indignant glare at the man and tried again.
15. What grabs you about your premise?
In many ways, Eruvred represents the Christian’s journey through sanctification and spiritual warfare. In order to “finish the race,” a great deal of personal growth and perseverance will be required of him. In my own journey, I have discovered how easy it is to fall into complacency and spiritual laziness. So what grabs me most about this story is Eruvred’s private struggles, which remind/encourage me to always be on my guard and to persevere–while relying on the strength of my Savior. Hopefully, other Christians will one day read it and be encouraged in their own journeys as well.
As King Theadren says: “Far better to be on guard against evil, no matter how distant it seems, than to forget it exists and abandon your defenses. For the one who shuts his eyes is ever the first to fall.”
16. What sticks with you about the ending?
What sticks with me most about the ending is Eruvred’s growth and courage, as well as the foreboding of what lies still ahead for him.
17. At the end, how has your protagonist made you proud?
Vred makes me proud because of his courage, loyalty, compassion & humility.
18. Share a chapter end you love.
With a jolt back to his senses, he realized his sword was no longer in his hands. Panic coursed through his body again. He took a deep breath and plunged beneath the water, feeling his way along the river bottom. It couldn’t have gone far–he had it in his hands just before he fell. At least, he thought he did. Everything was such a blur, he could not be sure. Eruvred rose to the surface and took another breath, then dove back down. The murky water made it impossible to see anything. His fingers brushed smooth stones and slimy moss, until, to his relief, they at last closed around something that felt like a hilt.
Clutching his sword, Eruvred stood up in the middle of the river and looked around the forest. How far had he come, and how was he to find the way back? The old, gnarled trees seemed to close in around him, caging him inside their domain.
“If you’re looking for fish, you might consider a more subtle approach,” someone said directly behind him.
Eruvred whirled around and pointed his sword in the direction of the mysterious voice.
Stay tuned for more WIPjoy in the following weeks!