They were Dieu’s favorite lines, and she was almost afraid to look up and see how the tiger took them. When you love a thing too much, it is a special kind of pain to show it to others and see that it is lacking.
One of my favorite quotes from When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain by Nghi Vo.
The cleric Chih returns on the next leg of their journey, only to find themselves and their mammoth rider escort hunted by tigers, with a snowstorm brewing. Fortunately, the tigers decide to treat their prey like people and agree to allow Chih to tell a story of a great tiger heroine. Like Scheherazade, Chih hopes to spin a tale that will allow them to survive the night, but soon finds that the story that has survived in human telling is quite different from the tale told by tigers. As with The Empress of Salt and Fortune, the atmosphere and description in this short book is lush and detailed, the characters are well drawn, and the stories-within-a-story layered beautifully.
It’s been an amazing experience, getting my book out into the world.
Most of the work of writing goes on quietly within the author’s own head. If a writer is fortunate, and I’m very fortunate in this regard, there is a critique group to help with encouragement and constructive criticism during the process. But there’s nothing like the knowledge that your book is being read by complete strangers. Someone bought it off a shelf, or off of Amazon, or picked it up at the library and now your story is unfolding in their minds.
It’s a wonderful feeling, though more than a little intimidating. I truly appreciate the feedback I’m receiving from readers.
And I can’t wait to do it all over again with the second book in the series.