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How Readers Surprise Me: Favorite Quotes

7 Feb

I first want to thank Cherry Mischievous for showcasing Minutes Before Sunset.  CM is a blog for the love of science-fiction and fantasy. Check it out for reviews, giveaways, and more!

Next, I want to thank Dames of Dialogue. I recently participated in an interview with them, which you can read by clicking here, and the interview actually begins today’s topic.

A little while ago, I announced on my Facebook Author Page that I had a new idea for blog posts. Since I do so many interviews with fantastic websites, I am often asked questions that make me stop and think. (And I love those questions!) For a long time, I’ve been wanting to share some of those questions and expand on them while also sharing the blogger that asked the question. This is my first attempt to do so.

Dames of Dialogue asked, “Do your readers ever surprise you by seeing something else in your stories than you think you wrote?”

My original answer was, “Readers surprise me the most when they pick out their favorite quotes. I’ve never been able to guess which combination of words would stick out the most, and it’s always a delightful gift when a reader lets me know what their favorite moment, character, or quote was.”

A favorite of November Snow readers - found on Meetville.

A favorite of November Snow readers – found on Meetville.

Now, to expand:

People love quotes. We see them as tweets, Facebook statutes, and underlined in novels. In fact, there are entire websites dedicated to sharing fantastic and new quotes to those looking for that perfect combination of words that describes how they feel. I like to think of a great quote like the perfect card to go with a gift (except the gift, in this case, is the novel.)

We all love those little gems – those sentences that make us stop, think, and grab a pen, so we can always return to it. As a reader, I often find myself going to Goodreads and “liking” my favorite quotes. As an author, I find myself looking at the quotes I have written that my readers have “liked” – and I’m surprised almost every time.

Currently, my readers’ favorite quote of mine is, “She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.” from November Snow. I could have NEVER guessed that this would be a reader’s favorite, let alone the favorite of all favorites. You know why? Because this quote is about a minor character – one who is only seen in a flashback, one who has died a long time ago. I never thought this moment would be so impactful, but it ended up being one. As an author, I probably would’ve guessed a quote that had more symbolic meaning to the story, but I have to remind myself that readers will pick out what is symbolic to them in their lives.

In contrast, the number one quote “liked” from Minutes Before Sunset is “I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it. I could barely stand it.” This quote didn’t surprise me as much as the one from November Snow.

So, why discuss readers and quotes?

Because, personally, I want to be able to have as many moments that stop the reader as possible. I want them to love those little relatable moments. I want readers to pick up a pen and underline words. In fact, I want them to write all over my novel about their thoughts and emotions. I want them to interact and love the interaction. That’s why I am sharing a few tips about memorable quotes:

1. If you’re a reader, please take the time to credit an author (or novel) any time you share their quote. It means a lot to us. In fact, I found a Pinterest that quoted my novel just yesterday, and it made my afternoon that they took the time to share it. Plus, it helps us see what our readers like, and it might help us grow in our writing style. It also allows us to be able to Google and find you in order to send you a grateful “thank you” for reading and sharing.

2. If you’re an author, thank those readers who share your quotes. I actually have a Twitter album on my Author Facebook Page where I put Twitter pages who have quoted me, hoping to spread the word about their page. You know that great feeling you get when they share it? Readers get that same great feeling when you take the moment to thank them. (After all, I am also a reader.)

3. If you’re an author and you can’t find anyone using your quotes, be sure to share quotes you think your readers might enjoy. For instance, let’s pretend you’re a romance author. You can open up your novel and do a word search for words like “love” or “hate” and see if you wrote any sentences that really strike a nerve, even by themselves. Start sharing them on Twitter or add them to Goodreads. That way, when readers are searching for quotes, they can find them.

Quotes can help readers and writers in many ways – but I think the best part is how they can help us come together. When I’m at the library and I come across an underlined passage, I actually smile. I love seeing what someone else loved, and if I loved it, it makes me feel like I have a reader friend. Now, I know underlining books you don’t own is illegal, so I’m definitely not encouraging that. Instead, I’m saying that sharing those moments with others is a gift. It’s the gift of words.


Check out my quotes :D

Check out my quotes 😀

Updates: Chapter Two, Book of the Month Nomination & New Cover Photos

6 Jun

June 8th Update: My Facebook Author Page went over 400 likes tonight! Thank you for the support, everyone! Your kindness encourages the future in the best way an author can hope for.

Just a reminder: I am going on vacation, and I will be back Wednesday, June 12th. Until then, check out my new cover photos on my Facebook pages, help me by voting for my novel in the “Book of the Month” nomination from Goodreads, and check out chapter two from Minutes Before Sunset.

Book of the Month Nomination:

Minutes Before Sunset has been nominated for “Book of the Month” for July on Goodreads. If you click the link, you can vote too by seconding Christie (message 19) or any of the others who’ve voted for me. I’d really appreciate the support!

Special thanks goes to voters and supporters: Christie, Raymond, Amber, Silver Wolf, Greg Kelly, Kristy Feltenberger Gillespie, Stephanie, Nadine, and Vickie Kayuk! I really appreciate the votes! They really help, and I appreciate all the support I can get.

Goodreads: 4.55 average rating, 11 ratings, 7 reviews, added by 34 people, 23 to-reads.

New Cover Photos: 

As many of you know, I have three Facebook pages, which include the latest updates of Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset, and November Snow. As of yesterday, I’ve updated the cover photos of Shannon A. Thompson and Minutes Before Sunset to represent that specific page more directly. They’re below, but feel free to click the links and “like” the pages!

Shannon A. Thompson Facebook Cover Photo

I chose this collage, because it includes my three publications, and I thought it represented my history and future. I love being able to share my works, and I cannot wait to continue to do so.


Minutes Before Sunset Facebook Cover Photo

Before I had an “Available Now” photo, but it’s been one month, and I thought the cover needed a change–something directly about the novel while hinting as to what the book was about. If you’ve seen the November Snow page, then you may recognize this format: I used the cover with the most popular quote from Goodreads.


Because I’ll be gone for one week, I thought I’d leave a sneak peek into chapter two of Minutes Before Sunset. Feel free to read it below. However, I want to clarify that the novel has indentions on paragraphs and such, but WordPress won’t allow me to add them. You don’t even have to open a PDF file! 

Chapter Two: Eric:

I was raised with three simple rules:

  1. Fight defensively and offensively.
  2. Under no circumstances is it safe to reveal your identity. (Unless it’s Urte, Pierce, Camille, or anyone else the elders deemed an exception.)
  3. Win.

The last rule is my favorite, because of the dishonesty. Win didn’t mean win. It meant murder. It meant I had to kill the second descendant, the power of the Light, and I had no choice. I would get blood on my hands.

I brushed my hand along the shivering trees as my gaze darted around the darkening forest. I rarely had time to leave our underground shelter and use my powers, and I didn’t feel like wasting my night chasing Camille around in the dark.

I threw my senses out around me. The forest reeked of evergreen and pine. I could feel every prickly leaf and see every shadow. From stump to stump, I searched the darkness for Camille’s body heat. No one could avoid my radar.

Bingo. I grinned as I locked onto a girl by the river. I sprinted through the thicket, pushing past scraping branches and leafless oak trees. As I neared the forest’s opening, my body sunk into the shadows, and my skin tingled as it morphed into the chilly air. It was the greatest feeling—other than flying, of course—and I relished in the moment. The blackness of night flowed with me as I floated along the trees, the leaves, or snow. I was enveloped in silk.

I only solidified when I reached the forest’s edge. Just as I thought, a girl stood on the river’s guardrail, but she wasn’t Camille.

She didn’t have Camille’s white hair or mischievous dark eyes. In fact, this girl didn’t even look Camille’s age. She was my age, and she had the dark hair, pale eyes, and the pale skin complexion that our sect had.

She was undoubtedly a shade, but I didn’t know her.

My fingers gripped my jacket as I moved backwards, trying to conceal myself in the darkness, but the girl spun around and stared at me. She was perfectly still when her purple eyes met mine. She didn’t budge. Instead, she pointed at me, and the dark magnetically trailed her fingertips.

“Who—” She stepped off of the railing, and her eyes widened. “Who are you?”

I put my hands in front of me and stepped out of the forest. This must be one of Camille’s illusion jokes.

“Who are you?” she asked, backing up against the river’s guardrail.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I flew through the shadows and reappeared in front of her. My body heat escaped me, and she froze, completely petrified by my closeness. I laid my hand on her cheek, expecting her to disappear like any of Camille’s illusions, but she didn’t. She was real, and we were centimeters apart, teetering over the edge of the river.

She didn’t move. I had the ability to hypnotize any shade, but I hadn’t used any power. She was shaking—shivering—beneath my touch, and her heartbeat thundered her energy through my veins.

How odd. She was powerful, yet fear suffocated every bit of her being.


A shout split the air, and I sensed a body rushing through the forest. Camille was coming for me. “Where are you?”

Reflexively, I released the girl and turned to the forest, waiting for Camille to appear. Over here, I said, sending her a telepathic message. Immediately, she appeared in a beam of light.

Her dark eyes were ablaze as she picked sticks and dried leaves from her glittering hair. “What the hell, Shoman? At least tell me where you are going if you want to be alone.”

“I was with—” I closed my mouth as I waved my hand towards the nameless girl, but the ground where she once stood was empty. Nothing. No marks or anything signifying her leave. She was gone.

Impossible. No shade had ever been able to stay off my radar, yet I hadn’t felt her leave. It was as if she had never been there.

“With who?” Camille asked, trudging up to me.

“Shh,” I held up my hand and threw my senses out.

Camille tensed, and her black eyes darted around. “What are you looking for?”

“Be quiet,” I said, spinning in tight circles. My senses were useless. Nothing was there. Not even a bat or a plane. I was being blocked.

I grabbed my guard’s boney shoulders. “Camille, who else was out here tonight?”

“No one. Everyone is at the Naming,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you haven’t forgotten, you’re supposed to be there.”

“I don’t care,” I said, ignoring the ceremony of the last harvest. It was hard to forget. A thick layer of frost coated the dying grass, and I knew that the first layer had fallen yesterday morning. As the first descendant, I always went, but my father hadn’t in years, and I was beginning to forget the point.

Camille touched my arm. “Is something wrong, Shoman?” she asked, widening her eyes. “Was someone here?”

“No,” I lied, patting her palm. “Let’s go,” I said. I dissolved into a shadow.

Minutes Before Sunset is available as an ebook and paperback on Amazon (4.5 Stars from 15 reviews), Barnes & Noble (4 stars from 5 reviews), Smashwords, Kobo, Apple, Sony, and more. 

I hope everyone has a great week! I’ll try to send pictures from my vacation. If I don’t expect some on June 12th.


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