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Those Who Wander

Posted: January 28, 2013 in Quotes, Tolkien
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Here’s another great Tolkien quote, in picture format. Enjoy!

Those Who Wander


This is amazing. I hate when my dreams suck, and I feel like the night was wasted…

Nonsense Party

I’ve been having weird dreams lately. And sleeping kinda restlessly. Sleep is literally my favorite thing to do, so it makes me a little bit cranky when it doesn’t work out quite the way I want it to. A lot of things make me cranky, though. Like:

  • Bathrooms that don’t have toilet seat covers
  • When you think you have another mango in the fridge, but discover you don’t
  • (Related) Starting a recipe and discovering half way through that you’re missing a key ingredient
  • People that don’t signal
  • Anything sticky

I could go on for some time in this fashion, because I’m essentially an 84-year-old woman in a 33-year-old’s body. I’m fine with that.

Aaaanyway…so yes, I’ve been having cranky-making sleep as of late. And the weird dreams always linger in the morning, so I spend the first couple hours of the day trying to get over the yelling match I…

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This is the prologue of my current work in progress, which I am almost certain will be called Evernight. It’s pretty cryptic I know, but I intend to reveal more about the story and characters in future posts. Enjoy!


In the darkened room, silence hung everywhere in great black sheets, deadening even the slightest sound. However, an even stranger sensation captured the attention. An acute sense of waiting, of expectancy, permeated the air like a thick fog just waiting for a gust of wind to banish the uncertainty. It was an almost palpable pressure, pressing in from all sides like water at great depth. In it, there was something else, something—

Venezio awoke with a start, the fog dissipating. It had been only a flicker; a faint light just beginning to grow in strength. He had been so close; he had actually felt it, felt him, for he was sure now that it was a male child. He had the vaguest sense of his location; just enough to know that he was close, Manhattan, probably somewhere in the upper west side. That would have to suffice, because he had sensed something else. They had felt him to, and they were closing in. He knew it would be a race now, a race to find him, to keep him from them. He had sensed power, great power in him; there could hardly be a mistake as to the fact that he was the One, the one they had sought for so long. They would be bold now, now that he was almost within their grasp. Venezio knew that the child would almost certainly shift the balance of power in the war, the balance of power in the world, indeed on many worlds. There was no time to lose.

Standing up from the bed, he drew the silence back into himself, and the room lightened. The usual city ambiance resumed as normal: the hum of engines, crunch-slosh of tires and boots in the dirty snow, and the distant beep of a truck in reverse, backing into a loading bay drifted in through the open window. Venezio frowned, shutting it. He turned, his dark leather coat splaying out behind him as he did so. Then he descended the dusty hotel stairs and drove into the night. It had begun.


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My friend once gave me the idea of creating a world and following the story of one character, and then starting another book (or even another series) set in the same universe/world, but with different characters, and a seemingly unrelated plot. As the plot-lines progressed, they could touch only rarely, at epic moments so I could explore how they affect the different characters in different ways. As both stories came close to the end, the stories could gradually intertwine, until eventually the separate characters would come together in the final climax, revealing the overarching plot that has been going on all along.

I know that sounds complicated, but I think it’s an amazing idea. It reminds me of the movie Vantage Point (2008), where it continually rewinds and looks at the same stuff through the eyes of different characters, until the whole story was revealed. What I’m thinking of is essentially that on a larger scale, with events spanning years, not hours.

I’m not sure yet if I want to do that with Evernight, but if not I have ideas for a few others that could be structured this way. What do you think? Post in the comments!

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What really happens is that the story-maker proves a successful ‘sub-creator’. He makes a Secondary World which your mind can enter. Inside it, what he relates is ‘true’: it accords with the laws of that world. You therefore believe it, while you are, as it were, inside. The moment disbelief arises, the spell is broken; the magic, or rather art, has failed. You are then out in the Primary World again, looking at the little abortive Secondary World from outside.

I love this quote, even though it’s a bit technical. J.R.R. Tolkien (John Ronald Reuel Tolkien) is my favorite author, and if there’s one thing he understood about writing, it was how to create a world. In your writing, you are the master and creator of the world the characters are in. Anything you reveal to the reader about that world is the truth about that world, because you decide what is true for that world. The trick therefore, is to keep this world believable and interesting enough that it can entice readers to enter and accept it. If your world fails in this, the spell, as Tolkien says, is broken.

What worlds will you create? Tell me in the comments!