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Taylor Hunter
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NeverSeen
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
Collapsing Facade
If there is one writing tactic I learned from Shakespeare, it’s introducing doubt in the mind of the reader. Most stories are told in a way that makes you completely believe everything the main character says and does; their experiences are perfectly perceived, their motives exactly what they claim them to be. But that, I realized, would be a little too easy for Emmaline. After all, she begins the book with a nightmare, a nightmare that haunts her every day, skewing her view of friends, family, and the unfolding events of NeverSeen. That’s why I toggle between first-person and third-person point of view; I want readers to see the world through different sets of eyes. Is the view still distorted? Absolutely. But the more lenses you look through, the more you see clearly. Don’t forget to doubt your own motives; don’t hesitate to challenge your assumptions. They are façades worthy of examination. Because all of us are far more flawed than we’d like to admit. #doubtful #motivecheck #facades
Book Excerpt
NeverSeen
When Wax’s hand was just inches from her face, Emma said, “Touch me and you’re dead.” Her wings twitched ominously, hands curling.
“Zat so, babe?” He glanced deviously at Tracer, his hand suspended in midair. He looked back at Emmaline, drawing closer and reaching again, this time for the back of her neck. Emma didn’t blink.
He’s going to try to kiss her! Tracer surged unsuccessfully, trying to escape the grip of Wax’s minions just as Wax drawled, “Why not just one little dan – ”
The crack of Wax’s nose made everyone flinch, but what followed made them gasp. He didn’t stop sliding through the crowd until he hit the sound equipment, leaving a streak of red behind him. The room was filled with silence, and his curses reached every crevice and hollow where people were hiding and making out. Everyone’s attention was on the arena in the middle, shifting slowly between Waximitt and Emmaline.
“That’s right, turdface,” retorted Emma. “Why don’t you go wash up in a toilet?”
“Hey!” whined somebody. “Don’t be mean!”
Oh, dang, that was so not the right thing to say, thought Tracer. He tried wrestling his way out of the grip of Wax’s henchmen, but they stayed firm.
“Oh, so now I can’t be mean?” yelled Emmaline, her face contorting in unmatched fury. She turned slowly, facing each area of the circle. “So I don’t get an excuse to be ticked off? I can’t stand up to people, huh? Like you guys were all nice to me!” She laughed coldly. It sent shivers down Tracer’s spine.
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