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Esper’s Sepulchral I : Chapter 1: The Season of the Pikara

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Pikara bounced down the street of the seaside town, which lay nestled at the foot of a mountain. She was worried. If she failed the Final Trial, then it meant having to waste another year in the smelly classroom of the guild.


- “Which lay at the foot of a mountain” I think you can take out all together. Tell us later about the mountain, or describe it as they drive. Here it’s awkward.
- “She was worried” doesn’t fit with the action of the bouncing – it’s a little off.



Many cars had driven past the houses.



- Why is this a standalone sentence, and what does it mean? Why do we care how many cars have gone past if you don’t tell us why we should?


The father of a family of four drove through the labyrinth of houses. The children at the back seat looked at their front lawns, observing the gardens that the townsfolk had grown. Trees were tall and provided shelter. Flowers grew in the flower beds of the gardens. Their brightness was the reason it attracted the holiday makers’ attention. Only those whose eyes had not been tainted by the towering skyscrapers in the capital could truly appreciate their beauty. The car went past a location sign which indicated to the holiday makers that the main plaza was due north and the beach to the west.


- “The children at the backseat” – “in” instead of “at” “The instead of “their” front lawns. “flowers grew in the flower beds of the gardens” – makes this into one sentence with the one before it, and take out “of the gardens” . “was the reason it” – delete. Your last sentence is very sterile, clear cut with no inflection. It’s odd.


The road soon became wider as the car reached the first intersection. As the lights turned yellow, the car slowed to a halt.



- Make this into once sentence, put a comma after intersection and something like “slowing as the lights flicked yellow”


“Hey Mum, are we almost there?” The boy asked.


- If you use “whined” here instead of “asked” you’ll show the emotion better, the fact that he’s asked more than once.


Molly, the youngest in the family was the only one relaxed. Her father was leaning forward on his seat, his hands clutching the wheel tightly. The cars on the left had now stopped at the lights and a car on the right of the intersection edged closer towards the line. Looking through the wired fencing near the metal barriers of the road, she saw mansions perched on the hill side.


- Why is Molly relaxed and no one else?


The town was once governed by a rich millionaire who was the mayor of this town. Tired of the corruption and greed of the business companies in the city, he decided to move into the seaside town some years ago. Ironically, he once did business with the companies. Whether he moved because he saw the error of his ways or to flee from the tension of competitive companies remained hidden.


- “Who was the mayor of this town” can be deleted. It’s fairly redundant. I’m not sure if it is ironic that he did business with them, as that would be how he knew they were corrupt?


Today, the gardens remained. A legacy left behind by the mayor. quote]

- “Remain” instead of “remained”. Have the first two sentences combined and “the” not “a” legacy.


"The sun is the gateway to the day and the night. The maidens stare at this gateway. Their melancholy expressions are the lock, even when the sun starts rising from the west. Only one shows the smile of the Sentinel.”


- I dislike the repetition of “gateway” here.


The shrubs of the maze were tall and thick. Because of this, the paths inside were narrow and had confined the few who treaded the maze. They twist and turn, showing no logic on which way to go.


- I think the second line might be better as: “the paths were narrow and confined.”


Since the maze was located near the ocean, wind normally swept through the mazes’ corridors, through the open windows, brushing the curtains and traveled into the empty rooms of the mansions. The scent of the lilies wafted around its corridors, purging the muskiness of the furniture.



- Take out the second “maze” it’s not needed, “travelled” and “musk” instead of “muskiness”


Back on the road, the cars at the intersection had stopped once more.


- Nix “back”


“Please Mum, I need to go! I don’t want to get my pants wet again.” The lights had turned green and the car continued driving for the town plaza. The boy’s cries of desperation became fainter and fainter for the mage detective who had eavesdropped on what they had said. As they drove past, a gust of wind was sent at her. The notebook on her lap was blown right open. The pages flickered, revealing notes and occasional doodles.



- “been eavesdropping” instead of “eavesdropped... said” Nix the first comma in the 3rd last line and make the 2nd last part of it. “...her, the notebook in her lap blown right open”


Holding her drink, she drew her lips on the straw and took another sip. A mixture of tiny crystals and an icy liquid travelled up the straw and into her mouth. As usual, the front of her teeth stung with pain. At least it’s better than having brown stained teeth, like her father had from smoking and drinking too much tea. By now, the crystals in her mouth had melted into liquid and the pain was gone. She swallowed the liquid and the roof of her mouth soon tingled with a chilling sensation. Withdrawing her lips from the straw, she placed it beside her. Her eyes remained closed, hidden by the brim of her beret.


“she swallowed the liquid” – nix “the liquid.


She moved her thumb to the zero and pressed it a few times. The cursor flashing behind a pink background moved down a few lines, leaving space for a picture.


- She leaves her journal entry abruptly.



Maybe a bit too much, for the top button on her white blouse was undone, showing her bra.


- How low was her top to begin with, to only have to undo one button?


Right... so... interesting. ^^ I like the mix of surroundings and character you have here. It’s even and not too much of either side.

I think you have a small issue of flow. It’s all “she did this...” Her hair did that...” kind of thing, you start a lot of your sentences the same way, and it gets boring after a while. You also have some rather short sentences that can be altered to meld with the ones before or after to create better flow.

All in all, I like this. I look forward to the next instalment. ^^

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Yo Andy! *waves*

Um... you suck! No, just kidding. But you said to piss you off. =D

Their brightness was the reason it attracted the holiday makers’ attention.

Isn't holidaymakers one word?
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Regretably, I don't have time to read this, but I do have one suggestion regarding your title. It needs to be easier to read. I know in fanatsy we like to make up names and play around with sounds, but it still needs to be something that isn't awkward for an English-speaking person to pronounce.
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Yo Andy! *waves*

Um... you suck! No, just kidding. But you said to piss you off. =D

Their brightness was the reason it attracted the holiday makers’ attention.

Isn't holidaymakers one word?

large statues of a woman playing a harp were placed at regular interviews.

Intervals instead of interviews.

She fished for her cell phone in the pockets of her mini skirt and started texting for her diary entry.

Miniskirt is one word, first of all, and secondly, how is a miniskirt big enough for pockets to begin with?

...This is interesting? Slightly confusing, mostly because I have no clue what the first parts were about? I assume you mention it later, but if you don't, shame on you!

Hmm. Maybe I should go and read everything else before I give you a final verdict. I have no major complaints with your writing style. It's fluent and easy to follow, although the material is slightly confusing.

Anyway. The whole taking-the-photo process may be a bit too detailed, but that's your choice as the author.

*scurries off to read the next part*

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Chapter I: The Season of the Pikara

1.Pikara bounced down the street of the seaside town, which lay nestled at the foot of a mountain.
2. She was worried.
3. If she failed the Final Trial, then it meant having to waste another year in the smelly classroom of the guild.


Split the first sentence into two sentences. The first sentence should describe Pikara bouncing around the town. The second should describe the town. Put separate thoughts in separate sentences. Combine the second and third sentence, they have the same thought.

As she headed down the slope, she realized the roads were empty, except for a few cars heading for the beach to avoid the midday traffic. Brick houses were worn from enduring the years of sweltering heat, followed by the freezing winter and torrents of rain.


I'm not sure what the point of this paragraph is. You start by describing where Pikara is going, but then you start describing the houses. So this paragraph needs a solid subject.

Many cars had driven past the houses.


This just seemed like a no-duh sort of thing to say.

The father of a family of four drove through the labyrinth of houses. The children at the back seat looked at their front lawns, observing the gardens that the townsfolk had grown. Trees were tall and provided shelter. Flowers grew in the flower beds of the gardens. Their brightness was the reason it attracted the holiday makers’ attention. Only those whose eyes had not been tainted by the towering skyscrapers in the capital could truly appreciate their beauty. The car went past a location sign which indicated to the holiday makers that the main plaza was due north and the beach to the west.


The road soon became wider as the car reached the first intersection. As the lights turned yellow, the car slowed to a halt.


What the heck, what happened to Pikara?

“Hey Mum, are we almost there?” The boy asked.

She was grabbing for her pair of sunglasses.

“We’re almost there, can’t you hold on?” A slight breeze swayed her hair as another car slowed down next to them. The cars on the left started moving.

“I need to go now!”

“We’ve run out of plastic bags,” she explained “and you’ve used up Molly’s potion bottles.”


Pikara! Where are you?

Molly, the youngest in the family was the only one relaxed. Her father was leaning forward on his seat, his hands clutching the wheel tightly. The cars on the left had now stopped at the lights and a car on the right of the intersection edged closer towards the line. Looking through the wired fencing near the metal barriers of the road, she saw mansions perched on the hill side.


Okay, so it's not about Pikara.

The town was once governed by a rich millionaire who was the mayor of this town. Tired of the corruption and greed of the business companies in the city, he decided to move into the seaside town some years ago. Ironically, he once did business with the companies. Whether he moved because he saw the error of his ways or to flee from the tension of competitive companies remained hidden.


What the heck! What happened to the family of people driving in a car? Are we in some sort of documentary about the life of this dead bigshot?

In his time as mayor, machinery stripped the vegetation of the hills and replaced it with his very own garden, importing plants and trees from all corners of the continent.

Today, the gardens remained. A legacy left behind by the mayor. In the entrance way, large statues of a woman playing a harp were placed at regular interviews. They heralded the cobblestone path leading to a locked iron gate. Rust had covered over the white coating of the bars, and yet it hadn’t been repainted. This gate was only the first out of many which sealed the maze. A compass fountain stood at the centre, its arrow pointing away from the gate. At the base of the fountain, words were engraved:

"The sun is the gateway to the day and the night. The maidens stare at this gateway. Their melancholy expressions are the lock, even when the sun starts rising from the west. Only one shows the smile of the Sentinel.”

The shrubs of the maze were tall and thick. Because of this, the paths inside were narrow and had confined the few who treaded the maze. They twist and turn, showing no logic on which way to go.
Since the maze was located near the ocean, wind normally swept through the mazes’ corridors, through the open windows, brushing the curtains and traveled into the empty rooms of the mansions. The scent of the lilies wafted around its corridors, purging the muskiness of the furniture.


What the heck? When did we start taking a tour of this guys garden? Weren't we in a car a few seconds ago?

Back on the road, the cars at the intersection had stopped once more.


GAHHH!!!! Make up your mind! Are we in the car, with some guy bouncing around, or are we taking a tour of some guys garden? Is there an actual focus on this story or are you just going to teleport the reader from one scene to the other?

So, yeah. Work on using transitions from one paragraph to the other. That's what's causing the odd teleporting thing. For each paragraph there has to be a subject being described. In each sentence, one idea should be conveyed.
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I love the idea of not giving too much away in the first chapter, and I think it has the makings of a good novel. Like the others, I have to admit that it was a bit slushy at times and the only mistakes I could find were ones someone else had already pointed out. All in all, the story has a unique twist with combining old and new and the characters are exquisitely detailed so that they have the magic to come alive. Sounds cheesy, I know, but that's it, really. Good luck with it. I will read the next chapter ASAP, I hope it is as good as the first!

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Overall, I really enjoyed this, great work! My only problem was that I got pretty confuzed in some parts, especially in the opening few paragraphs so maybe they could be reworded a bit to make more sense?

Nice job anyways, goodluck with your book! x
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Hiya! Sorry I only have time for a short crit, so no grammar, but here goes:

The characters are great. I think the development is spot on, no worries there, eh?

The plot alos keeps me hanging, a nice little idea. The title confused me :? but that's why I read it I guess!

Very nice, not much more to say!

Keep Writing!

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the main chartacter is kinda wierd and the beggining needs a little more detail. like where he is going and stuff like that. i wasnt very cuaght in the beginning. the lead needs to be more interesting.
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