There were so many amazing entries in September for the Chapter One contest. It was really hard to choose only one, but I was impressed with the writing of author RJ Palmer in the first chapter of her novel, Sins of the Father. Her writing is compelling and strong, and the descriptions she uses to set the scene are excellent.
Sins of the Father: Chapter One
Feudal England , Exact Date Unknown
Tortured screams echoed off the cold stone walls of the monastery and danced into the satin black of the night. Here and there from the confines of the bordering woods, wolves howled a lonely reply to the bloodcurdling cry that was carried on the cooling breeze, whispering a spell into the tops of the trees. In scant moments the screams were heard again, upsetting birds in their nests that sang an irritated song and were quiet again. Only one wolf answered this time, her response trailing off as if she were unsure from whence the call came, her ears flattening to the sides of her head in mild alarm. Her sensitive nose twitched delicately as she tried to identify the source of the malodor carried on the wind.
“Bless the child…save the child…”
The chant was repeated as a litany and in tandem with the fall of the whip so that each time it was repeated, the crack of the lash sounded again and the child shrieked once more, his back marked by previous beatings too numerous to count.
Again the whip fell and the child, with a guttural groan of purest agony, collapsed at their feet and lapsed into unconsciousness.
One among the friars was charged with the keeping of a chalice of holy water, which he held aloft for a moment before pouring it onto the face of the child to rouse him.
The child coughed and sputtered, and then levered himself into a kneeling position andwith every muscle in his body straining, he struggled to stand. Holding himself upright bynothing more than sheer will, he faced the circle of friars with all the proud defiance he could muster.
The hate burning in the eyes of the friars which he faced gained intensity and he steeled himself for the blow he already knew was coming.
He didn’t have long to wait. He saw the shadow that fell on the wall as the friar standing behind him raised his arm. The friar brought it down and the boy shouted again as fire touched his back. He felt keenly the sticky warmth of the blood that began to drip down his back as this time, the lash laid it open. At least the gash didn’t hurt as badly as the burning welts, the boy reflected dimly as the lash fell once again and his hoarse keen of pain was all but drowned out by the exultant roar of the one who wielded the whip.
Trembling and nauseous, the child fought the urge to faint away as colors floated malevolently in front of his eyes. To faint again would bring only greater punishment at a later time, he knew, so he fought with every fiber of his being the black void that crept into the periphery of his vision. He was rewarded for his steadfast effort as the urge to vomit got stronger and the excruciating, razor edged agony that pulsed in the flesh of his back grew and throbbed increasingly with each beat of his heart, but he did not pass out.
“Bless the child…save the child…”
The litany sounded again and the boy braced himself. Taking in the brothers that stood before him in a single swift glance, he saw that they had noticed the tears that he tried not to shed. Victory burned fiercely in their eyes and one gave the barest nod to the friar behind him, who brought the whip down on his back with a reverberant crack. Unable to help it any longer, the boy crumpled amid the circle of friars with a pathetic whimper of unendurable hurt.
Trembling with fury and sweating from exertion, the friar cast the whip aside and signaled that the child be taken away. His hands and feet still bound and his head hanging, shudders racking his body, the boy was grasped cruelly by the arms and hauled upright with no regard for the bruises, welts, gaping wounds, and brutally reopened scars that bled freely and glistened wetly in the firelight.
Want more? Here's an interview with author R.J. Palmer...
1. Tell me about yourself: Where are you from and how long have you been writing?
I’m from Texas originally and I’ve lived all over the Midwest but that’s just kind of boring. Being who I am and having been a writer for about ten years, I really want to spice that up a bit. If I were a publicist, I would probably choose to jot down some little fluff that could loosely qualify as a biography based on the idea that there were small kernels of truth in there. Something along the lines of, “Born in America and raised by traveling hippies…” Or some nonsense like that. The truth is, I’m a relatively boring individual and don’t have much to say about myself and even if I did, it would lull a potential audience into a sound sleep after about the first two lines. That seems kind of purpose defeating to me.
2. Tell me about the novel—what inspired it?
“Sins of the Father” was a gently nagging book idea in the back of my head for years. I just never got the chance to translate it onto paper until I got a hold of a computer of my own. I mean, let’s face it; no one is going to write the next potential best seller when they have no way to keep tabs on it, right? I used to hear horror stories from people about how they got an idea as an artist, got excited, told someone about it and then found their idea plastered all over the place with someone else’s name on it. I guess I just had time for the idea to take on greater shape and dimension and for me to mature enough to write “Sins of the Father” in the way it needed to be written.
It’s hard to say what exactly inspired the story itself because it wasn’t so much something I saw or experienced as it was a new step and a new challenge. I got the idea right after I had finished writing my first work, “Birthright” and I was kind of at loose ends. I didn’t know what to do next and someone gave me the brilliant idea to start my next novel. It was a “facepalm” moment, honestly because I was sitting there asking myself, “Why didn’t I think of that?” I mean, DUH! “Sins of the Father” really is a compilation of experiences from several aspects of my childhood stuck into one place though my childhood was not nearly as difficult as was written.
3. What genre do you write in and why?
I can’t even answer that because I really don’t know. I just get a book idea and write it and people call it what they think it is. That part isn’t up to me, that part is up to the audience. Besides, if I limit myself, even if it’s genre specific, where’s the point in that? That’s like saying that I’m only going to write a certain type of novel because that’s what other people think I should do or I’m going to refrain from writing in another genre because that’s what’s expected of me. Did I just start to rail against “the man” there?
4. What’s the next project for you? Tell the readers about it.
I wrote a novel in my early twenties called “Birthright” which I’ve heard from several people that I left wide open for a series. They were right and the twins’ story is one I’ve been concentrating on because I had a whole series of disconnected ideas running through my head for a couple of different books that I realized one sleepless night needed to be combined into one book. I’ve never written a female main character before, new challenge there.
5. Let’s put the novel aside and talk about YOU for a minute—what are your hobbies and what can’t you live without that’s non-book related? What do you do when you are not writing? If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
Would it make me seem totally hermit like to say that I don’t have a great deal of my life that’s not book related? If I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing or I’m reading. I even do stuff that would be called going through the day to day aspects of life; cooking dinner for the kids or general parent type stuff, but I really am constantly thinking about writing. The only time I’m not thinking about writing is none of anyone else’s business because that’s between Albert and I. ;)
I really don’t know where I would live. You would have to ask me about me. Picture me whining plaintively at this point because I write about other people SO much better! I’m not sure that I would live anywhere besides where I am. Don’t get me wrong, I would absolutely adore visiting Europe and England and I know that I have work to do in life that’s going to take me beyond the continental forty eight states, I’m just not sure when or where. I haven’t gotten to that part yet.
6. If a reader asked you to recommend the three BEST books to read, aside from your own, what would they be?
Can I recommend authors instead? Because all the ones I can think of are part of a book series. I supposed I could recommend the first in the series and let them take it from there. Very well, here goes. Read “Odd Thomas” by Dean Koontz, “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’Engle and “A Spell for Chameleon” by Piers Anthony and then see if you don’t want to pick up the next book in the series and keep reading!
7. If you could have dinner with one author, who would it be and why?
This is an obvious answer because I’ve never made a secret of the idea that I’m an avid and even a semi-obsessed Dean Koontz fan. I just have to wonder truthfully if I would be able to eat anything with my stomach being all tied up in anxious knots or force so much as a squeak past my throat. He’d have to do all the talking and for the first time in my life, I think I might be termed as monosyllabic or a rather dull conversationalist. Of course, that would be AFTER I woke up from a dead faint.
8. Post where you can be found—website, blog, twitter, facebook, etc.
Blog – http://rjpalmer.blogspot.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/AuthorRJPalmer
Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/rjpalmer
September Chapter One Finalists
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