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Not every story requires research, but every story will benefit from research. The more an author knows about he world their characters inhabit, the richer the story will be.
If your story takes place in the past, first make sure you have a firm understanding of the basic issues of that era. What were the social issues? What were the political issues? Then you must make sure you have an understanding of how people during that era lived. What were the ways people in that era earned a living? What kind of technology did they have? All of these questions can be answered by reading history books that cover the era you're researching, and or by searching the internet.
Once you have a firm understanding of the era, I strongly recommend seeking out firsthand accounts from people who lived in the era. Seek out diaries, letters, official reports of events that people witnessed. Why do I strongly recommend this? Because when you read a firsthand account you are given details about the daily life of that era that you won't find in most history books.
Finding a good firsthand account of an event takes some effort. Unfortunately, you will have to read through a bunch of poorly written firsthand accounts before you will find a good one. But it's worth it. Reading a well written firsthand account is the closest thing to stepping into a time machine and traveling back in time. When you read the event it feels as if you are there.
How do you find good firsthand accounts of historical events? The best way is to read the bibliographies in history books that cover the era you're researching. Bibliographies are wonderful resources for finding not only firsthand accounts of events, but for finding interesting books that you most likely would never otherwise come across.
After four years of being forced to live in a remote village and having to keep his real identity a secret, Cal Lanshire, days away from his thirteenth birthday, is given the best birthday present he can imagine. He is told the war is almost over and he will soon be allowed to return home.
But then an old acquaintance unexpectedly arrives with news that changes everything. Cal's father, the king, has been assassinated.
Suddenly the outcome of the war and the very fate of the kingdom depend upon Cal being able to reach the capital where he will take his father's place.
With only his crafty best friend by his side and an escaped centaur slave to guide him, can Cal make it through an enchanted, hostile wilderness, past the assassins sent to kill him, and back to the capital before it's too late?
Enjoy an excerpt:
Suddenly, Grintar shouted something, but Cal couldn’t understand the words. Grintar’s men spread out, and there was a tension that Cal could sense, like the way it felt seconds before a bolt of lightning was about to strike nearby. Grintar raised his sword over his head, held it there for several seconds, and then he swooped it down, slashing it through the air, and shouted, “Advance!”
Chaos exploded. Crossbow bolts and arrows whistled through the air, and men on both sides charged forward, yelling battle cries, and the ringing sounds of metal striking metal pierced the air as the opposing troops crashed into each other. Soon the agonized screams of the wounded and dying joined the other sounds.
The men who were guarding Cal moved him back, and they tightened their circle around him so that their shields were almost touching; Cal strained to see out through the thin slits in between the shields. All he saw was an occasional flash from the sun reflecting off metal, and at one point he saw a streak of red, which he was certain was blood pouring out of a wounded man.
It was difficult to estimate how long the battle lasted. The agonized screams and the ringing of metal striking metal seemed interminable, and it took all of Cal’s willpower not to clasp his hands over his ears, but the battle stopped so abruptly Cal had a sense that it hadn’t lasted more than three or four minutes. There came a brief span of absolute silence which, after the battle’s cacophony, seemed eerie, as if the dead had suddenly demanded the payment of silent respect.
About the Author:
Along his many travels, Stefan has successfully worked as a deckhand, a shepherd, a dispatcher for an emergency services unit, an electric meter reader, and an office manager. He has also found the time to study the literature and history of ancient Greece, Russia, and the United States, and loves reading folktales, fairytales, and urban legends. He also enjoys astronomy, and on clear nights can be found gazing at the stars and planets with his telescope.
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