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Sample Sunday – Half Truth and Full Lye – New Beginning December 11, 2011

Posted by shannonmuir in Books, ebooks, epub, fiction, Kindle, marketing, NaNoWriMo, new release, novels, plot, promotion, Sample, Smashwords, Writing.
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After three weeks of being available for comment once I finished NaNoWriMo from what amounted to a team of betareaders, I set about tweaking the manuscript for the womens fiction/contemporary paranormal romance book HALF TRUTH AND FULL LYE. The changes weren’t severe, but since one can fly so fast through National Novel Writing Month and not doublecheck small facts or typos those sort of edits needed to be made. I needed to add some scenes to bolster Truth’s childhood background. Most importantly, I had to dial other scenes back to make sure I could stay relatively comfortable with the YA/adult like the book seems to straddle. The final story was turning into something that anyone old enough to read the TWILIGHT books (especially BREAKING DAWN) would also be able to read and I felt I needed to adjust the story appropriately – which may surprise some people when the Work in Progress version was tagged for the “adult filter” in Smashwords to be better safe than sorry. If you’re not familiar with Smashwords and that filter, check out this previous Thursday’s post.

So, with those changes in hand and no comment from the over one hundred people that were reminded on Twitter – the same place they were originally notified of that same first draft – HALF TRUTH AND FULL LYE is now released in what will be at least two volumes. I wrote myself to a clear stop point, but there also clearly is more story to tell.

What follows is the sample of the prologue of the final release version of HALF TRUTH AND FULL LYE, available on Kindle for the US and Smashwords now – international versions to follow in a few days and other vendors in a few weeks. The series title is TRUTH REVEALED. Most of this content is new and sets up Truth’s obsession, the first two paragraphs originally played as the first two paragraphs of Chapter One in the Work in Progress.

Enjoy and thank you for your ongoing support.

Truth Knox always knew she stood out. Her name didn’t help much either. In actuality, the name on her birth certificate read Firinne Solas Knox. Her mother explained that Truth’s grandmother came from a Gaelic background, and that her name meant Truth Light Knox. Of course no one could pronounce her name, so as she explained to people her name meant “Truth,” inevitably she would be called that. She didn’t know anything about her father or his side of the family.

It turned out Truth wasn’t sure what her mother’s real name was. She knew that Knox was her mother’s birth last name, and that her mother’s parents married and divorced. On all the paperwork sent home for parental permission, her mother’s signature scrawled so poorly Truth never could make it out. When she pressed, her mother found ways to dodge the question. Everyone in town just called her “the fortune teller lady”. For that, in fact, described Truth’s mother’s line of work. She specialized in tarot readings and palm readings, and might do other things but Truth wasn’t sure what. She sort of steered clear of all that.

Truth – Firinne – did have a special gift, but one she kept secret from her mother. Firinne could see into the pasts of other people. Either that or the little girl had a very active imagination. That was how everyone tried to explain everything away, including her mother. Yet Firinne knew, and so did her grandmother, who died when Firinne – Truth – was very young.

One scene she’d come to see at a young age was that of her own birth. At least, from the words exchanged, she believed it to be her birth. Everything Truth saw came from the perspective of someone else, though she could hear the person’s voice.

The perspective came from that of her father, whom Truth never met. Her mother would not even divulge his name. From his perspective her young mother – who wasn’t much over eighteen at the time – really struggled in pain as she labored. Sweat poured down her forehead. Her mother appeared to be laid back on a bed in bare minimum conditions, possibly even a mattress on the floor. She saw this play out many times over the years, her understanding deepening with each view.

“Come on, we need to go to the hospital,” she could hear him plead.

“We can’t afford it,” her mother said in strained breaths. “Besides, for generations women have given birth with minimal assistance. My mother is coming to bring our daughter into the world the old way.”

“I am willing to respect your faith but our daughter’s life may be at risk,” Truth’s father pleaded.

“So now you’re giving in to your old life? Are you siding with my father?” Truth’s mother spat out between angry huffed breaths.

“I’m getting pressure from people,” the man admitted. “Pressure to abandon you and my little girl.”

“From whom?”

“My family. They’re willing to speak to me again if I sign away my parental rights and disavow you.”

Truth’s mother gave a pained look.

“How does that help?”

“I have no steady income or means of support. This might land me in prison for failure to support you. Also if you are the sole income you can get her more help and services.”

“You’re a coward!” hissed Truth’s mother.

“Maybe I am,” he sadly replied.

She woke up sad and crying. When Truth was young, she would wake up her grandmother with the tears and tell her grandmother about a nightmare “where Mommy was mad” or “my Daddy doesn’t love me”.

As she grew up, this repeated vision became the mystery Truth wanted to figure out.

Copyright 2011 Shannon Muir. All rights reserved. Please feel free to redistribute a link to this post but not to copy the post contents.



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