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John G.
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January 12, 2007
Flame - a novel - Chapter One (Thriller)
April 06, 2007 02:16 PM UTC
(Updated: April 23, 2007 01:25 PM UTC)
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Here is a link to the Prologue, which is fairly short, if you want to read it first: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976948376  Chapter One July 27, 2008 6:03 A.M. 20 nautical miles off the west coast of Cuba A tapping at the cabin door dragged Dr. Dawn Knutson-Bailey out of a dream-laced slumber. She grunted in acknowledgement, careful not to wake her husband Paul still snoring away in the bunk above her. He had been up late last night poring over the previous day’s data, trying to determine if they had missed anything in the side scans recordings. She fumbled in the darkness and managed to grab her glasses from the.I’d kill my own young for a king sized pillow-top mattress—if I had any, she grimaced as she stretched the kinks out of her back. The hot, humid air clung to her as she pushed aside the thin sheet and stood up. The Eros gently rocked below her, and Dawn could feel the vibration of the twin diesel engines through the soles of her feet. I’ve got to pee, she thought blurrily as she groped for her shorts on the tiny dresser.Paco had a large mug of coffee waiting for her when Dawn stepped out of the head. She smiled up at him as she took the steaming mug from the dark skinned Cuban. Though Paco was short by American standards, he still towered over Dawn’s compact five-foot frame. She brushed back a few loose copper strands from her face before she took a quick sip of the dark, Columbian roast. She had braided her long hair, but she always seemed to miss a few annoying strands. I’m tempted to shave it all off someday, but Paul would have a fit. “Okay, now I’m awake. When will we be in position?â€â€œIn forty-five minutes, ma’am,†Paco replied. “Captain Averous says we’ll have clear skies all day.â€â€œThank goodness.â€Â It had rained non-stop the past five days, and though this had not affected the search, it made Dawn miserable. After living in Vancouver, Canada for five years, she knew intimately the effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Give her sun and blue skies any day. Perhaps this is a good omen. “Time enough to get some breakfast. Make sure nobody wakes Paul until the first readings start coming in.â€The galley--like almost every other part of the Eros--was small, cramped and functional. There was just enough seating so that half of the 20-person crew could sit down to eat at one time. Presently seated along one side of the table were two of CubCan’s researchers, Prof. George Taylor and Prof. MarÃa Famosa. Maria was a slight woman of South American Indian decent, her short cropped hair jet black despite being in her mid-sixties. She was a professor of Spanish New World history at La Universidad de Habana. She sat hunched over a spiral notebook set beside her plate. She mumbled an unintelligible greeting in Spanish around a mouthful of eggs, not bothering to look up.Prof. Taylor wore Bermuda shorts and one of a dozen colorful Hawaiian shirts he packed for the trip. The forty-two year old professor was on sabbatical from the University of British Columbia’s archeological department. Used to working long hours under the hot sun, George sported a rich tan that would make a native Californian envious.   “Good morning, Doctor.†George flashed her a smile full of dazzling white teeth. His slim pianist fingers clasped the handle of a large steaming mug. “I must say this coffee alone was worth joining the expedition. I’m tempted to ask for ten pounds of fresh roast in lieu of my usual fee.â€Dawn laughed politely as she put down her own mug on the other side of the table, then turned towards the breakfast buffet. On the folding sidebar were a few hot plates keeping the eggs, sausages and hash browns warm. She grabbed a plate from a stack and hungrily scooped up a large portion of each. She slid onto the bench opposite George and Maria and grabbed the bottle of ketchup favored by the Canadian side of the delegation. “Any progress to report from last night, chief?†George asked.“Nope.â€Â Dawn squeezed a liberal dose of ketchup over her eggs, sausage and hash browns.  Maria glanced up and made an undisguised look of distaste before diving back into her notes. “I glanced over Paul’s notes before coming to breakfast and they show zilch, zip, nadda.â€â€œWell the Santa Maria has to be on the bottom somewhere around here,†George exclaimed. “She just didn’t vanish into thin air. We’ve accounted for the wind direction, current, storm conditions and eyewitness records. She should be within twenty nautical miles of where we’re floating.â€â€œI certainly won’t argue that. Borland was able to find the Titanic and she lay nearly four miles down. The Santa Maria should only be two thousand feet down at the most.â€Â Dawn waved a skewered sausage as she pressed her point home. “We’ll find her, George, and all the artifacts that went down with her. If anyone can find the preverbal needle in the haystack, it’s Paul.â€â€œOkay, now I’m blushing.â€Â A soft chuckle sounded behind her.Dawn spun around in her seat to see her husband standing behind her, dressed in shorts and a tank top. He looked down at her with his perpetual goofy grin as he ran a hand through his long, curly brown hair. Paul was of average height and build, though he tended to develop a bit of a paunch during ocean expeditions. Dawn would tease him by rubbing his stomach, saying it was for luck.“What are you doing up so early, Honey?â€Â Dawn reached out and patted his arm. “I made it clear you weren’t to be woken until we started the side scan readings.’“Yah, well, I guess nobody notified the screeching gull outside our cabin window.†Paul squinted his hazel eyes for a moment as he stifled a yawn. “Anyhoo, I’m up and I’m starving. Did you save any ketchup for me?â€Â Paul was the first to discover the anomaly at half past two in that afternoon. He was sitting in front of the twenty-three inch monitor in his favorite chair. He had brought the thousand-dollar leather office chair aboard the Eros in anticipation of the long hours he would spend on his butt. He was listening to Genesis’ Greatest Hits on his headphones while his eyes scanned the display readout for unusual patterns. When he first saw the straight lines and ninety-degree corners on the side scan, he thought the software had suffered a glitch. Damn, Paul stifled a groan as he leaned forward and quickly ran a diagnosis. It came back green across the board as more straight lines marched across the screen. Double damn.          Paul snatched off his earphones and grabbed for the mike connected directly to the ship’s bridge. “Captain, stop the boat!’Dawn rushed into the computer room moments later. “What is it, Paul? Did we find her?â€â€œNo, but I’m seeing the queerest thing.â€Â Paul pointed at the monitor as more of the crew started to crowd in behind them. “Look at all those straight lines--and look, there is a right angle.  Nature abhors a straight line and this screen is filled with them.â€â€œIs there a problem with the program? Some kind of bug?â€Â Dawn said softly as she started at the flickering display.“I already checked that. Everything is five by five.â€â€œIs it a modern ship wreck? A sunken tanker?â€â€œCan’t be, Sunshine. Our charts account for all wrecks in the area in the last two hundred years. Besides, this is too big for a ship…â€â€œUm…how big?â€â€œAccording to the readings, we’ve passed over an area roughly the size of Central Park,†Paul said in a voice barely above a whisper. “And it looks like it keeps on going.â€The packed cabin was quiet as everyone digested this revelation.“What could it be, Dr. Bailey?â€Â Paco called out from the back. Paul slowly turned and looked over the expectant faces surrounding him, his gaze finally falling on his wife. He smiled at her as he reached out and clasped her hands tightly. “I think we’ve found a sunken city.â€
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Comments: 18
:: cherishes it ::
Also, to be picky, it's Seasonal AffectIVE Disorder, and I think you could leave off the end of the sentence (the part about it being known as SAD).
I like where the plot is going, though. Good start.
Jaye: Done and done.
God I love being able to edit on the fly!
There is no University of Cuba- there are universities for each of the provinces of Cuba. YOur best bet would be La Universidad de Habana, founded in the 1700's and I think it specializes in the sciences. My mom went there. i think it was the first university of the americas.
The chapter was just enough information for us to get to meet hte charachters yet open enough to want us to read more.
Good job.
You mentioned, in some comments on your prologue, about the difficulties in describing a person's physical attributes – from the first-person perspective.
Case in point:
"Though Paco was short by American standards at 5'4", he still towered over Dawn's compact 4'8" frame…"
This is clunky and awkward.
Try: "Paco towered over Dawn, but that wasn't saying much. Anyone over five feet tall towered over her."
Unless Paco's height is an important plot point, it's not necessary to give numbers, and I've told you how tall Dawn is without telling you exactly how tall Dawn is. See?
Later descriptions, of shipmates, are much better.
Good job on the dialogue. I get a feel for who these people are.
They've found Atlantis, this I know. And, now the god-of-the-chest (forgot his name already) will be unleashed. Right? A new twist on the proverbial Pandora's Box theme?
Keep working on it. J
I do see. Excellent suggestion.
---Chandra said: "They've found Atlantis, this I know. And, now the god-of-the-chest (forgot his name already) will be unleashed. Right? A new twist on the proverbial Pandora's Box theme?"
Nailed it!
Please, whatever you do...give the story some twists and turns.
The mind reels with the possibilities.... LOL
A few word choices brought me slightly out of the story. "A sunken freighter perhaps?" sounds a little stilted.
So, it looks like they found Atlantis, rather than one of the three things I predicted in the prologue. Well, they could still find the 'god' or the spaceship as part of finding Atlantis. In that case the knowledge crystal could come in handy. Of course knowing how to use hem would come in handy too. I wounder if that knowledge got handed down through some kind of secret society. That could get hokey, but it could also be fun. Just depends on how originally you do it.
---Dale said: "I wounder if that knowledge got handed down through some kind of secret society. That could get hokey, but it could also be fun. Just depends on how originally you do it."
Well, if you guys don't mind, please check out my partial synopsis of the entire book. I have it 90% outlined. I only have up to Chapter One actually written. Please let me know if A) It has enough twists and turns, and B) if it is original or hokey.
Flame - partial/incomplete synopsis
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976950120
Suggestions on how to end it will be greatly appreciated.
Warm regards,
John
Again, there isn't much to pick on here. I like it. I like Paul (with his goofy grin) and I like Dawn, too. I don't even know why, which is surely a good sign that you've done your work well. I am a character reader and it's the little things that bring them to life. I like it. I understand it, have some idea where it's going (not to much) and it flows really well. When you get more, I'll be ready to read.
Stephanie
P.S. I don't rate, sorry.
A woman who stands only 4'8" tall is the size of an average ten-year-old girl. For an adult, this is beyond cute; it's a pain in the neck. Is her abnormal stature a critical characteristic? If not, I'd grow her a bit. Otherwise, you need to address the problems her stature creates - not being able to reach stuff, difficulty finding appropriate clothing, not being able to see over things or put her feet on the floor when she sits in a chair, and so on.
Watch the adverbs. You use a lot of them, and you don't need most of them.
In your opening paragraph, 'light knocking' is awkward. I'd use tapping.
You don't need to say 'slowly dragged' - the slowness is implied by the dragging.
You don't need to say that she grunted quietly - grunting is usually quiet anyway.
You could leave out the 'being' in 'being careful.'
'Pouring' should be 'poring.'
Explaining that the nightstand folds down is superfluous and interrupts the flow. Let it go - if it's important, it'll become obvious later.
You really don't need this sentence: 'Every inch of real estate was valuable aboard a ship, which was why she and Paul had been sleeping separately for the last three months.' The fact that they're in bunks has already told us that space is limited, and that they aren't sleeping in the same bed.
'Paco had a large mug of coffee waiting for her as Dawn stepped out of the head.' Should be '...when she stepped out of the head.'
Also, contractions are your friends. People don't say, "I am awake." They say, "I'm awake."
Good luck. You've made a good start here.
Cathy
I made the changes you suggested.
My friend Dawn, whom the main character is named after, is 4'8"... :-)
You can read it here...well, it doesn't seem to be showing up unless I am logged in.
Good job!