There's still time to enter the opening hook contest
as I post this blog.
[ PS: Ended].
[ PS: Ended].
"It isn't easy being a human.
"And it was never more obvious to Remy Chandler than it was now, as he stared across the desk at the foul thing pretending to be a man."
This book has a lot going for it. The writing is lean, mean, and right on. Consider this example from the book: "The Seraphim waited patiently just below the surface, as if it had somehow known that its fury would be called upon. Dropping the mental barriers just a crack Remy allowed a small portion of the power to emerge, feeling the fire of Heaven flow through his body to ignite his hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," one of his attackers warned."
At one level, the story line is a classic good against evil, which is well set up in the first third, with a twist at the end with a touch of gray. On another, I couldn't immerse myself in the story line as I prefer to do .
Remy, while an angel fighting to stay on earth, is obsessed with lesser beings, including a human women who he married. The obsession kept pulling my out of the story in spite of the good writing. Why? I kept thinking about bonobos, a being of lesser intellect than humans. Just as humans are a lesser intellect than Seraphims and the other angels, by definition. [It's surprisising where orthodoxy appears, even in an iconoclastic brain.]
Sniegoski kept knocking his main character against the prejudices I had left over from growing up. First, the few dumb guys I dated. Then, the tragedies of the women married to really dumb men when I was growing up. Fortunately, both my parents were smart people. -- The book is on the trade pile. Our experiences influence our reading as well as our writing.
Progress ... I'm beginning to think my novel hopefuls share a common genetic flaw. They start in the wrong place. At the moment, I don't think I'll search for a cure. You need an ending before you can edit your book.
Trivia... I think spring as really sprung. Can summer be far behind?
This book has a lot going for it. The writing is lean, mean, and right on. Consider this example from the book: "The Seraphim waited patiently just below the surface, as if it had somehow known that its fury would be called upon. Dropping the mental barriers just a crack Remy allowed a small portion of the power to emerge, feeling the fire of Heaven flow through his body to ignite his hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," one of his attackers warned."
At one level, the story line is a classic good against evil, which is well set up in the first third, with a twist at the end with a touch of gray. On another, I couldn't immerse myself in the story line as I prefer to do .
Remy, while an angel fighting to stay on earth, is obsessed with lesser beings, including a human women who he married. The obsession kept pulling my out of the story in spite of the good writing. Why? I kept thinking about bonobos, a being of lesser intellect than humans. Just as humans are a lesser intellect than Seraphims and the other angels, by definition. [It's surprisising where orthodoxy appears, even in an iconoclastic brain.]
Sniegoski kept knocking his main character against the prejudices I had left over from growing up. First, the few dumb guys I dated. Then, the tragedies of the women married to really dumb men when I was growing up. Fortunately, both my parents were smart people. -- The book is on the trade pile. Our experiences influence our reading as well as our writing.
Progress ... I'm beginning to think my novel hopefuls share a common genetic flaw. They start in the wrong place. At the moment, I don't think I'll search for a cure. You need an ending before you can edit your book.
Trivia... I think spring as really sprung. Can summer be far behind?
