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Taylor Hunter
a book bubble about
NeverSeen
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
Seeing and Being Seen
Valentine's Day has come and gone, but most people, I think, are still wandering through their daily routines with a lingering shroud. What might that shroud be? For some, the excitement of a group video chat still buzzing in their ears. Others, the remnants of a conversation echoing in the hollows of their mind - perhaps a conversation that was unexpected, for the best, didn't go according to plan, didn't happen at all...fill in the blank for yourself. Regardless of what did or did not happen on Valentine's day, the underlying premise of it - of expressing appreciation and love and friendship to those we care about - still remains in our daily encounters. We want to be seen. We want to be heard. But we must first remember that to be seen, we must see others first. Because if we don't take time to see others first, how can we honestly expect to be seen in return? Take time to examine your eyesight - consider the needs of those around you, and how you might better tend to them. Doing so on a daily basis encourages a compassionate heart and a patient spirit. And these days especially, we could all use some more of that. #doyousee #seenandheard #compassion
Book Excerpt
NeverSeen
I made myself get off the bench, wobbling on my weak and throbbing legs, and started walking away from the scene. My heart was pounding a beat into my head, and I couldn’t think straight. Footsteps behind me said that my friends had found me, but I didn’t slow down. I climbed up a branch reaching through the walkway and stepped off the edge, trying to find a clear view of the wreckage. A small plume of smoke between the trees told me where to look.
“What in Skyglass just happened?” exclaimed Kael, the first to speak. Nobody answered. The buzz of wings laboriously keeping us up was all we could hear in our space of the sky.
“And how are you doing that?” Tracer wondered, staring at me.
“Doing what?” I asked vacantly. The image of the fire leaping off my own two hands into the air and attacking soldiers was taking a while to comprehend. Fire…me…I can control…fire…
“Doing that! Flying without moving your wings!” He pointed incredulously at my back. I turned my head around blankly as cries of men came from the stream.
“Oh. Umm…yeah, they’re moving. They’re just, uhh…going too fast for you to see. Them moving.”
“No, they’re not!” he smiled in confusion, now drawing on the full attention of the others. “If they’re going so fast, why don’t I hear them?”
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