I have a thread here:
http://www.sffchronicles.com/threads/551945/#post-1897947
But when I last posted the same scene before Harebrain suggested I might be better beginning the scene here. There's not an awful lot of context lost, nothing I can't slip in at some point. Reading through, I'm not sure the writing god isn't right (as usual, I don't know why I bother arguing.) Anyway, does this make a more gripping start, or does it leave you all totally confused?
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The wagon jolted to a halt and Anna concentrated on the muffled noises, trying to work out where they were. Something clattered as it rolled past. The wagon shifted, and she assumed the driver must have jumped down. Slowly, she counted past fifty, and lifted her head.
The air smelt of smoke and grime; they must have reached the railroad depot next to the commercial quarter. Blake squeezed her wrist, readying her, and her breath hitched. This was the most dangerous part, getting clear of the depot and through the commercial quarter to the mining zone.
Carefully, she sat up, and pulled her cloak around her. The night was the true black of the Darkness, the one-night period between services when the city was reminded what it would be like without the mages. Her eyes, already adjusted under the sack, took in the yard. There was no one near their wagon; it had been left to sit, abandoned, until the next delivery. The guards were gathered around the second wagon, carrying the ten selected mages, intent on their prisoner-check.
http://www.sffchronicles.com/threads/551945/#post-1897947
But when I last posted the same scene before Harebrain suggested I might be better beginning the scene here. There's not an awful lot of context lost, nothing I can't slip in at some point. Reading through, I'm not sure the writing god isn't right (as usual, I don't know why I bother arguing.) Anyway, does this make a more gripping start, or does it leave you all totally confused?
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The wagon jolted to a halt and Anna concentrated on the muffled noises, trying to work out where they were. Something clattered as it rolled past. The wagon shifted, and she assumed the driver must have jumped down. Slowly, she counted past fifty, and lifted her head.
The air smelt of smoke and grime; they must have reached the railroad depot next to the commercial quarter. Blake squeezed her wrist, readying her, and her breath hitched. This was the most dangerous part, getting clear of the depot and through the commercial quarter to the mining zone.
Carefully, she sat up, and pulled her cloak around her. The night was the true black of the Darkness, the one-night period between services when the city was reminded what it would be like without the mages. Her eyes, already adjusted under the sack, took in the yard. There was no one near their wagon; it had been left to sit, abandoned, until the next delivery. The guards were gathered around the second wagon, carrying the ten selected mages, intent on their prisoner-check.