Yesterday I had a post about first chapters. At the end I said I would put up the first chapter of the first book I wrote, The Fireborn. Read it and let me know if you didn’t like/wouldn’t read the book even at gunpoint/think it’s terrible, or, hopefully, that you liked it and want more! Warning – this is very long. Remember, it’s the first chapter of a book, not a short story (Oh, and I left in the section header):
Then the Irish kindled a fire under the cauldron of renovation, and they cast the dead bodies into the cauldron until it was full, and the next day they came forth fighting-men as good as before, except that they were not able to speak. – Anonymous Medieval Welsh, Branwen the daughter of Llyr, Second of the Four Branches of the Mabinogi (The Mabinogion)
Elliot Everett-Jones stepped out of his ancient Jaguar and headed towards the cluster of tents across the makeshift car park. He was thinking that they were more temporary structures than tents per se, when the door of the largest one opened and a man walked out. Elliot stopped in his tracks and let out an involuntary little gasp. For half of a second he almost believed his father had come back to life, but then recognized his brother, William. It surprised Elliot that he had never noticed how much William had become the spitting image of the late Dr. Everett-Jones, though he had to admit that William had changed in the year since he had last seen him. Elliot waited, letting his brother come to him. As he watched, Elliot realized that William had also inherited their father’s mannerisms and walked with the same steady stride.
William gave a short “Hullo” as he reached his younger brother. Taking Elliot’s outstretched hand and slapping his shoulder, William smiled broadly and said, “Great to see you, Elliot! Glad you can still drive on the proper side of the road after all of those years in America. You made good time. Did your rusty old Jag even touch the ground? Everything coming towards you have a bit of a blue tint and everything behind shifted to the red, huh?”
Elliot returned his brother’s large grin and held his hand in both of his own. “If I’d known what a nasty, barren plain you were dragging me to, I wouldn’t have hurried. What a desolate hole you have here!” Continue reading