Book editors are not optional.
They are a requirement if you’re going to charge people for books. Period.
Practice writing all you want on Ao3. I encourage it! There, you can make mistakes, such as the ones I found in this book, including:
• Using sore” instead of “soar”
• Using a ; instead of a :
• Not taking the three seconds you’d need to look up obsidian daggers on Google where it clearly states that they’re extremely brittle and very impractical as combat weapons.
• Naming your kingdom “Eryndor” when your book is already too closely related to Fourth Wing.
Speaking of that: girl, come on. At least change the answers a bit so the teacher doesn’t know you were copying.
Here are excerpts from this book. No, these are not excerpts from Fourth Wing:
The bond trials. It's the only reason anyone risks this climb. Dragons choose from the hopefuls, bonding with those they find worthy." His smile dimmed, just slightly. "Or killing the ones they don't."
I straddled his hips, pressing my palms to his chest to keep him down. His heat burned through the thin fabric of his shirt beneath my hands. His eyes lifted to meet mine. Onyx flecks, sharp with defiance and something much more dangerous simmering beneath.
I closed it and pushed deeper into the stacks where the books smelled older, where scribes had written between lines and bound warnings into the margins.
She pulled out a folded set of dark leathers and slid them toward me. "Wear these at dawn. No exceptions."
I picked them up, feeling the weight, the durability. Black leather pants and a thick black long sleeve.
"How many riders have you had? You're
so ancient. You must have had dozens."
[he] gave a low laugh that sounded like thunder rumbling. "Far less than you think. I've only ever had two riders in my life."
“You’ll report to the Flight Field at first light.”
He stood at the far end of the platform just below the archway. Tall, tan, broad-shouldered, and dark hair framing his face. A gleam of light plays over the faint scar running from his temple through his eyebrow, and below his eye […] Dark, swirling tattoos stretch across his chest and wind down his left arm, beginning at the back of his hand before climbing to his neck. His eyes, a brilliant, unforgiving goldish brown. They locked with mine the instant I turned. Gods, he is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
"[he] is a memory seer," he said evenly. "He can access your memories.
Everything you've seen, heard and experienced with a touch of his hand."
He lowered his head until the heat of
him kissed my skin.
"And that," he said, his voice curling deeper into my mind, "is precisely why I chose you."
Guys, do not do this. This is blatant. You will not find success directly copying, almost word-for-word, exact scenes from other, extremely popular works.
Listen: mistakes are important parts of learning. Everyone makes them. But, if you plan to sell a book without having it even semi-professionally edited, you’re giving license for me to write a review like this. To be fair, I also wouldn’t be as mad if the author wasn’t also using pity marketing or AI for her cover art and social marketing.
There is enough derivative, commodified literary slop in the world, and I want us, as a collective, to expect more and demand better.
I understand this author is young and new, but writing takes effort, deep and infuriating research, imagination, originality, and consistent practice.
And finally, circling back, you need a trustworthy developmental AND copy editor. They can be one person; they can be two people. But you need both.
It’s not optional.