What makes this book so engrossing is the well-rounded characters. Sure some of the bad guys are telegraphed from the git-go, but Stolety is deft at adding motivational twists to the action that keep the reader guessing. When you think the story line has settled onto a well-trod path, Stoltey lurches off in another direction that adds a new interpretation of the facts.
The above isn't a criticism. Most mysteries are linear: A influences B, B influences C, etc. The Prairie Grass Murders' storyline twists and turns like any good mystery, but Stoltey takes it one step further. Reading her plotline is more like peeling an onion or opening a set of nesting dolls. You never quite know what you're going to find even though you have a fair idea about where the story is going.
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More Interesting Reading
Against some writing advice, I always have a thesarus behind the manuscript as I write/revise. There always seems to be a page link to the origins of "bad words". When I finally looked at the page, I was amazed at the staying power of curse words. You might be too.
Were you as amused as I was when I saw most were related to bodily functions rather than actual curses?
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Life is another subject that present layers and layers of experience. Author Kristine Kathryn Rusch wrote a blog about the important writing influences in her life, including Ursula K. LeGuin--Business Musings. It's a long blog, but thought-provoking. Think everyone has similar experiences between mentors and hinderers.
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My Writing Rut
Am feeling old. Have been trying to write new stuff for a third book in my trilogy while editing/revising On the Run, the second book. It was supposedly ready to copy edit, but I sent it back to the content editor. Result? More suggested changes. Worse, she said my chapter hooks were too weak.
Here's a look at a revision:
The PA
system belched news of another arriving bus, adding to the racket bouncing off
the station walls. The garbled words made no sense. Pillar ignored the
announcement as she licked her fingers clean. The tenor of the air shifted. The
hair on her nape rose. Pillar glanced back towards the benches in the lobby.
Taking
another bite of her gooey sandwich, Pillar licked her lips as she searched for the
disturbance in the station’s energy. The power became so intense even Pillar’s
weak talent felt the rising pulse. A chill crawled across her shoulders and
down her back. Pillar turned around. Her eyes locked on a tangled-haired girl, clutching
a backpack in her hands and using the wall by the platform doors to protect her
back. The girl's eyes grew wider as she scanned the station.
Pillar's
frizzy hair stood at attention. A strange odor, the like of which she'd never smelled
in Osseran, wafted from the outside doors. Her stomach churned, and Pillar dropped
her no longer appetizing sandwich.
Marketing is still my biggest pain in the behind. Below is one of my more recent tweets. I keep trying to come up with something that'd encourage people to sample my short stories, novellas, and book. So far, I'm falling on my face.
A land
Where mages rule in the name of a king
Where people without magic are scum
Where demons prowl
Visit Andor where There Be Demons
#kindle myBook.to/ThereBeDemons
#kobo http://ow.ly/79nz30fmm9e
#iTunes http://ow.ly/KeZk30glC3x
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