
Betrayal. Kaplyn trapped in the cavern
Writing a novel is rarely straightforward. I began with a single image: two stepbrothers deep within a vast cavern in the heart of a mountain. The cave is enormous, its darkness heavy and suffocating, as though unseen eyes are fixed upon them from every shadowed corner. With growing trepidation, the pair press on into the gloom. One of the brothers is a sorcerer, hungry for power, and betrayal lies at the very core of his nature. Together they discover a magical artefact suspended from the branch of a fossilised tree, an object that seems both ancient and unnaturally alive. The moment they seize it, bodiless voices erupt around them—shouting, screaming, and gibbering in a frenzy that fills the cavern. Terror-
Having a starting point is easy, but it raises many questions.
Why are they in the cave?
How did they get there?
Why the betrayal?
And most importantly, where does the plot go from here?
At the time, I had no experience of writing a book. I did not begin with a detailed plot; instead, I allowed the story to evolve naturally. What started as a single scene eventually became the ending of Book 1. Simply working out who the characters were, how they came together, and what led them to the cavern was challenge enough to inspire a novel in its own right. As the story grew, I introduced new characters and followed their journeys too, scattering hints and threads that could be picked up in future books. I wrote the manuscript by hand, and my wife, who is a skilled typist, graciously typed it up for me.
I knew I wanted the books to include demons, influenced by other novels such as The Shannara Chronicles by Terry Brooks and by films such as The Devil Rides Out, directed by Terence Fisher, which remains a great favourite of mine. More broadly, I was drawn to the genre itself and the atmosphere it can create. Sadly, I have never found another horror film that quite matches the power of that one.
The plot developed like stepping stones across a river. I had inklings of where I wanted the tale to go, but I did not yet have all the details, as it were. In my spare time, I would reflect on the story, wondering what the next step should be. At one point, I became completely stuck, with no clear sense of where the narrative was heading. Months passed, but I refused to rush the storyline, instead waiting for a spark of inspiration. I even considered backtracking and rewriting parts of the tale to escape the limbo in which I had become trapped. Then, all at once, an idea sprang to mind and caught me by surprise. It was like turning the page of a book and thinking, wow, I like that. I immediately put pen to paper, and the story carried on until the next logjam.
I am immensely proud of my book and of the journey it has taken me on. Other authors may or may not agree, but to me the characters feel alive. The tale has been described as bittersweet, and each time I read it—whether while editing or simply for pleasure—I feel a lump rise in my throat at the ending. I care deeply for these characters and for the ordeals I have put them through.
I have ice-
As for Kaplyn, and especially Vastra, I can only beg your forgiveness.
My books are self-
I hope my books move you as deeply as they have moved me. My thanks to my wife Gail and My friend Anup, who kept asking me about my book and how it was going each time we met.
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Copyright © David Burrows 2019