Novel Summary
Or, what an editor may put on the back of my book when it gets published.
My brother asked me the other other day for a summary of my novel. So I sketched it out this morning, roughly, trying to make it sound interesting, and popped it over to him. This is what it said:
Stuff happens. People die. Heroes arise. Babies are made.
Ok. So maybe that wasn't a very good back cover. Unless, of course, Bruce Campbell was starring in the movie version. This is what I actually wrote:
"The Butcher's Price"
Xerxes, one of the last heirs of the Direthorn race (a race of powerful warriors and sorcerers descended from dragons) after a pogrom ten years earlier, is searching the world for his sister, sold into slavery long ago. His search leads him to Sassa Hin, a city on the very southern tip of the Republic. Meanwhile, a young, bright soldier named Benji has been inexplicably sent to a dead-end position in a crappy little trader's city called Sassa Hin. He's shoved into a squad whose sole duty seems to be cleaning out horse stalls. Quickly, however, he realizes that his squad is more than just a bunch of dung muckers. They begin to investigate a mysterious race simply known as the Faceless (they don't have faces. Go figure), who seem to have something to do with disappearances in and out of the city. As Xerxes and Benji both go about their work, forces are culminating beyond the edge of the Republic, forces that will soon smash into Sassa Hin, the city of stars, where civilization end.
A real back cover is going to be a bit shorter than this. Nor will it have parenthesis. After writing this synopsis, I have a mixed feeling of geekiness/lameness, and pride at having created something of my very own that is actually a lot more unique than it might sound above. I'm just glad that someone else will have the job of writing the blurb (of course, I have the job of selling the dang thing; fortunately I will be able to depend upon my natural good looks and charm to outweigh my lack of skill in synopsizing.)
Book update: I have 123,000 words done. I may still be able to finish the first draft by the end of February. Anyone keeping track will notice I've written 31,000 words in the last week. It was crazy. It was fun. It was satisfying. If school doesn't get in the way, I'll do the same thing this week and then Michele and I will begin on the second draft.
My brother asked me the other other day for a summary of my novel. So I sketched it out this morning, roughly, trying to make it sound interesting, and popped it over to him. This is what it said:
Stuff happens. People die. Heroes arise. Babies are made.
Ok. So maybe that wasn't a very good back cover. Unless, of course, Bruce Campbell was starring in the movie version. This is what I actually wrote:
"The Butcher's Price"
Xerxes, one of the last heirs of the Direthorn race (a race of powerful warriors and sorcerers descended from dragons) after a pogrom ten years earlier, is searching the world for his sister, sold into slavery long ago. His search leads him to Sassa Hin, a city on the very southern tip of the Republic. Meanwhile, a young, bright soldier named Benji has been inexplicably sent to a dead-end position in a crappy little trader's city called Sassa Hin. He's shoved into a squad whose sole duty seems to be cleaning out horse stalls. Quickly, however, he realizes that his squad is more than just a bunch of dung muckers. They begin to investigate a mysterious race simply known as the Faceless (they don't have faces. Go figure), who seem to have something to do with disappearances in and out of the city. As Xerxes and Benji both go about their work, forces are culminating beyond the edge of the Republic, forces that will soon smash into Sassa Hin, the city of stars, where civilization end.
A real back cover is going to be a bit shorter than this. Nor will it have parenthesis. After writing this synopsis, I have a mixed feeling of geekiness/lameness, and pride at having created something of my very own that is actually a lot more unique than it might sound above. I'm just glad that someone else will have the job of writing the blurb (of course, I have the job of selling the dang thing; fortunately I will be able to depend upon my natural good looks and charm to outweigh my lack of skill in synopsizing.)
Book update: I have 123,000 words done. I may still be able to finish the first draft by the end of February. Anyone keeping track will notice I've written 31,000 words in the last week. It was crazy. It was fun. It was satisfying. If school doesn't get in the way, I'll do the same thing this week and then Michele and I will begin on the second draft.
