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I had my partial rejected.
The agent said my writing was "really lovely" but that the first two chapters might move a little too slowly for readers.
So, after exchanging a few emails with my lovely Beta reader and, at the suggestion of a colleague, I've added a prologue. As the prologue is in the other MC's POV, I have been back through the book and added his POV at various points, just the occasional paragraph here and there.
Here is the prologue.
Prologue
The soldier gazed blankly at the familiar landscape passing beyond the window of the train. The trees were beginning to turn with the first hint of Autumn, flecks of yellow and scarlet that reminded him of an entirely different landscape. He thought of poppies bleeding into barley, gold beneath a late summer sun. He remembered her and the way her hair tumbled all around them as they made love under the stars. His memories had the haziness of a dream and did little to ease the tearing pain in his leg or the terrible thoughts that lurked around the edges. Dreams and memories were all that remained of her because the darkness would soon come to reclaim him.
The agent said my writing was "really lovely" but that the first two chapters might move a little too slowly for readers.
So, after exchanging a few emails with my lovely Beta reader and, at the suggestion of a colleague, I've added a prologue. As the prologue is in the other MC's POV, I have been back through the book and added his POV at various points, just the occasional paragraph here and there.
Here is the prologue.
Prologue
The soldier gazed blankly at the familiar landscape passing beyond the window of the train. The trees were beginning to turn with the first hint of Autumn, flecks of yellow and scarlet that reminded him of an entirely different landscape. He thought of poppies bleeding into barley, gold beneath a late summer sun. He remembered her and the way her hair tumbled all around them as they made love under the stars. His memories had the haziness of a dream and did little to ease the tearing pain in his leg or the terrible thoughts that lurked around the edges. Dreams and memories were all that remained of her because the darkness would soon come to reclaim him.