The Storyteller
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So when I first started on this site I was counting down the posts until I could put something up for critiques. Well I hit the magic number some time ago, but have never actually put anything up here yet! As such, this is my first critique, and I admit I'm a little nervous. I'd tell you to go easy on me, but what would I learn then?
This is the beginning of my novel "Mulgrin's Quest". It is meant to be a book suitable for a younger audience but hopefully still enjoyably to an older audience.
This is from my first draft, so it will be rough. I'm not worried so much about little details (grammar, punctuation, etc.) as I am about how this serves as a beginning. Is it enough to hook readers? Are the characters likable/interesting? Also, if there are things that work well and/or that you really enjoy, I'd love to know that as well!
Lastly, I would like to point out that I did here what I think I have heard called 'head-hopping', which I get the impression is bad! Personally, I have read books where narrative switches between characters within the same scene and without a 'break' to indicate it, and I've never felt this took me out of the story. In fact, I have very much liked this technique! I have used it throughout this story without even thinking about it, as it suits the narrative and tone I'm going for. I'm hoping that I'm clear enough on the switches and that they flow naturally enough that this isn't jarring for the reader, but let me know how it reads for you!
Thanks! (Sorry for the long intro up there, I really need to work on my summarizing skills!!)
Mulgrin stared sullenly out the dusty window, privately mourning the loss of a beautiful afternoon. Master Cobbin was rambling in his old, tedious voice about the very dull and, at the moment, seemingly useless qualities of water weed. More precisely, the method of properly cooking water weed, down to the last exact detail.
But Mulgrin had heard more than enough of Cobbin’s lessons. While the old wizard certainly meant well and was respectably wise and powerful, Mulgrin simply did not have the patience. Most novices his age had long since set out on their quests. Some of them had already been accepted into Wizard-Dumm! But not Mulgrin.
Now Master Cobbin was no fool. Though he prattled on in a dry, raspy voice without pause, he was well aware his young novice’s thoughts were far away. Finally, he sighed a great loud sigh—this was lost on the sullen young apprentice leaning on the windowsill, nor did the gnomeling seem to realize his master’s long discourse on water weed had ended abruptly in the middle of a sentence.
Cobbin felt for the lad. Already he had attempted a half-dozen quests, every last one a brutal and often embarrassing failure. By now the High Masters must have given up hope on him. Cobbin knew well that Mulgrin’s best chance was to study hard and try to pass the oral examination. This would take a full decade or so longer than most novices had to wait—and Cobbin found it no less appealing than did his apprentice—but it seemed the only possible way that Mulgrin would ever be accepted. It was hardly ideal, but, in extreme circumstances, they did resort to it.
Cobbin snorted unhappily into the silence. Examination. Pah! No good wizard was ever made from such boring studies as that. They needed to go out into the Wide World and experience life! Without a quest, what was any wizard? It was on the quest that they found themselves. It was how they developed and honed their skills, how they grew and learnt. Things such as these could not be taught from a book, or from a dusty old master as himself.
Suddenly tired and a little irritated with the situation, Cobbin rapped his staff sharply on the wood table. Mulgrin’s head snapped to attention, and his large brown puppy eyes filled with worry.
He had dozed off, he realized, and now Master Cobbin had that look in his eyes. That look meant trouble; more specifically, it meant he was in trouble.
“I’m sorry master. I was trying to pay attention, really,” Mulgrin hurriedly amended, sitting up straight, and putting on his most apologetic face.
His master held him down in that intimidating, tired old stare for a long time. Then finally Cobbin sighed again, and shifted position.
“You are distracted,” Cobbin stated.
“Yes master. Forgive me-”
Cobbin held up a wrinkled hand.
“Spare me. Seeing as your mind is obviously not in your studies, I suggest you take it elsewhere. Perhaps the fresh air will clear your head.”
Mulgrin’s face lit excitedly, but once again, his master cut him off before he could speak.
“But,” Cobbin continued abruptly, “I expect to have your full and utmost attention for the duration of tomorrow.”
“Oh yes, Master. I will! I promise. Thank you,” Mulgrin blurted, his face filled with excitement and the evident relief to be free of his master’s lessons.
Cobbin almost smiled at the childlike eagerness of his young novice. Almost.
Cobbin waved him away without a word, and Mulgrin quickly stopped talking and departed, leaving his master to ponder things a wizardling like him would never consider, and certainly couldn’t understand.
This is the beginning of my novel "Mulgrin's Quest". It is meant to be a book suitable for a younger audience but hopefully still enjoyably to an older audience.
This is from my first draft, so it will be rough. I'm not worried so much about little details (grammar, punctuation, etc.) as I am about how this serves as a beginning. Is it enough to hook readers? Are the characters likable/interesting? Also, if there are things that work well and/or that you really enjoy, I'd love to know that as well!
Lastly, I would like to point out that I did here what I think I have heard called 'head-hopping', which I get the impression is bad! Personally, I have read books where narrative switches between characters within the same scene and without a 'break' to indicate it, and I've never felt this took me out of the story. In fact, I have very much liked this technique! I have used it throughout this story without even thinking about it, as it suits the narrative and tone I'm going for. I'm hoping that I'm clear enough on the switches and that they flow naturally enough that this isn't jarring for the reader, but let me know how it reads for you!
Thanks! (Sorry for the long intro up there, I really need to work on my summarizing skills!!)
Mulgrin stared sullenly out the dusty window, privately mourning the loss of a beautiful afternoon. Master Cobbin was rambling in his old, tedious voice about the very dull and, at the moment, seemingly useless qualities of water weed. More precisely, the method of properly cooking water weed, down to the last exact detail.
But Mulgrin had heard more than enough of Cobbin’s lessons. While the old wizard certainly meant well and was respectably wise and powerful, Mulgrin simply did not have the patience. Most novices his age had long since set out on their quests. Some of them had already been accepted into Wizard-Dumm! But not Mulgrin.
Now Master Cobbin was no fool. Though he prattled on in a dry, raspy voice without pause, he was well aware his young novice’s thoughts were far away. Finally, he sighed a great loud sigh—this was lost on the sullen young apprentice leaning on the windowsill, nor did the gnomeling seem to realize his master’s long discourse on water weed had ended abruptly in the middle of a sentence.
Cobbin felt for the lad. Already he had attempted a half-dozen quests, every last one a brutal and often embarrassing failure. By now the High Masters must have given up hope on him. Cobbin knew well that Mulgrin’s best chance was to study hard and try to pass the oral examination. This would take a full decade or so longer than most novices had to wait—and Cobbin found it no less appealing than did his apprentice—but it seemed the only possible way that Mulgrin would ever be accepted. It was hardly ideal, but, in extreme circumstances, they did resort to it.
Cobbin snorted unhappily into the silence. Examination. Pah! No good wizard was ever made from such boring studies as that. They needed to go out into the Wide World and experience life! Without a quest, what was any wizard? It was on the quest that they found themselves. It was how they developed and honed their skills, how they grew and learnt. Things such as these could not be taught from a book, or from a dusty old master as himself.
Suddenly tired and a little irritated with the situation, Cobbin rapped his staff sharply on the wood table. Mulgrin’s head snapped to attention, and his large brown puppy eyes filled with worry.
He had dozed off, he realized, and now Master Cobbin had that look in his eyes. That look meant trouble; more specifically, it meant he was in trouble.
“I’m sorry master. I was trying to pay attention, really,” Mulgrin hurriedly amended, sitting up straight, and putting on his most apologetic face.
His master held him down in that intimidating, tired old stare for a long time. Then finally Cobbin sighed again, and shifted position.
“You are distracted,” Cobbin stated.
“Yes master. Forgive me-”
Cobbin held up a wrinkled hand.
“Spare me. Seeing as your mind is obviously not in your studies, I suggest you take it elsewhere. Perhaps the fresh air will clear your head.”
Mulgrin’s face lit excitedly, but once again, his master cut him off before he could speak.
“But,” Cobbin continued abruptly, “I expect to have your full and utmost attention for the duration of tomorrow.”
“Oh yes, Master. I will! I promise. Thank you,” Mulgrin blurted, his face filled with excitement and the evident relief to be free of his master’s lessons.
Cobbin almost smiled at the childlike eagerness of his young novice. Almost.
Cobbin waved him away without a word, and Mulgrin quickly stopped talking and departed, leaving his master to ponder things a wizardling like him would never consider, and certainly couldn’t understand.