What do you think of my book?
Here’s a book that I began writing. Please tell me what you think, anything I should change or add and any grammar mistakes i have made. Thanks
Prologue
Nurse Jane walked into the hospital room to check on the twin brother and sister who had just been born. Jane was used to caring for twins, but what the doctor hadn’t told her was that the parents of the twins were teenagers, no older than 18. Jane felt sorry for the couple, they had no one there supporting them, no friends or parents. But there was something different about these parents, Jane couldn’t quite put her finger on it, she just knew they were special.
“How are you doing?” Jane asked the man. She looked at the thin file the doctor had given her. The man’s name was Zepp Chain and the woman was named Airan Gloss.
“We’re doing fine,” Zepp said, smiling down at the mother, who lay in the hospital bed, the blue covers draped around her thin body. Zepp had the girl cradled in his strong arms and Airan held the boy. The boy had thick, dark brown hair and eyes, just like his father, Jane noted. The girl had little hair on her head, but it was definitely blond, unlike her mother who was a redhead. As Jane looked closely at the baby girl, she noticed she had mesmerizing purple eyes, which were mirror images of her mother‘s eyes.
“May I see him?” Jane asked. Airan handed her his son and she cradled him in her arms. She began making faces and talking in a high pitched voice, making her self look like a fool. The baby put his small arms in the air and yawned. Jane noticed a black mark on the underside of the boy’s wrist. It was much like a tattoo and was in the shape of a sun, the rays curling off the perfect circle. What an unusual birthmark, Jane thought.
Crash! Jane whipped around, startled. Shards of glass rained onto the ground from the broken window, a man had jumped in. He wore all black, and he closely resembled Zepp. He wore gloves and held a javelin in his hands. Jane tried to run out of the room, but the man threw his javelin and volts of electricity shot through her body and she fell to the ground almost immediately, barely alive. The baby boy fell to the ground, completely unphased. Larken reached over and picked up the boy.
“Larken!” Zepp hissed.
“How are we today, little brother?” Larken said, picking up his javelin and pointing it at Airan. He pulled his arm back and threw the javelin. There was no need to aim, the weapon always hit it’s mark. It was a gift from Phaeton, his leader. Zepp ran over to Airan and softly stroked her face. She wasn’t dead yet, she could still live.
“Why are you here?” Zepp asked, tears rolling down his cheeks, which had been cut with glass from the broken window.
“Phaeton’s orders. You know how the Shining One hates it when we disobey him,” Larken said coldly. Larken moved forward and punched Zepp in the face. Zepp staggered backwards and fell into a chair, the girl still in his arms. He quickly got up and ran to the window. Zepp threw his baby girl out the window, it was the only chance she had of survival, if Larken got a hold of her, he would kill her instantly. Zepp knew the girl would live, her instincts would surely kick in.
Larken ran over to Zepp, fury etched on his face. Zepp tried desperately to get up and run, to save his son. But Larken, always having been stronger, pinned Zepp to the ground. Larken’s fists curled into a ball and he punched Zepp in the face. Zepp screamed in pain and tried to fight back, but Larken won out. He grabbed the baby, who was wailing as loudly as possible.
“Give him back!” Zepp managed to get out through his mangled jaw, the bones crushed from the impact of Larken’s fist. Hundreds of years of training had gotten Larken very strong.
Zepp jumped up and kicked Larken in the stomach. But Larken hadn’t felt anything, it was like a Zepp‘s fist had the power of a house fly. Zepp hadn’t trained in years, and had lost a lot of the strength he had had when he was younger.
“Ha! You think you can overpower me!” Larken sneered. “I will always be better than you, little brother!”
Larken then kicked Zepp in the head twice, knocking him unconscious. The baby continued to wail, as if it knew it had lost the only people in the world who would ever love him.
Larken picked up Zepp’s body and slumped him over his shoulder. Larken carefully held the baby in his arms, if anything happened to him Phaeton would surely kill him. Larken jumped back out the window and jumped into the open air outside. The sky seemed to open up, then sucked Larken into it.
***
The baby girl plunged down the twelve stories to the ground, but at the last moment transformed. She was a blue jay, flying high into the sky. Her wings were spread wide, a light blue with white tips. Snow fell all around her, cold on her feathers. She joyfully flew all around town, but finally got tired and landed softly on the ground below. And then she was a girl again, and had forgotten everything
Hi! I think I read this yesterday……. anyways, yes, it’s a cool idea/story. It sorta sounds like jumper, but not exactly. I warn you: there are lots of ideas close to this, so you’ll have to make this pretty unique if you want it published. Maybe morph one of your other ideas into this story to make it more interesting, or make the story in the 1860’s during the civil war, and the girl enters the army for the confederates or something. That idea is a little out there, but just to get you thinking.
hope this helped,
Christine