Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Novel Art Novels & Stories

"I gave you the 'Ache' because I wanted to see if you could find the 'Truth' in a world of 'Blueprints'. And you did. You 'Heresied' the Gallery. You 'Unindexed' the North. You've outgrown the 'Genre'." "Then why are we still here?" Lyra shrieked, her sapphire eyes bright with a soul-shattering clarity. "Why is our son still being used as a battery for the 'Reader's' curiosity?" "Because the 'Reader' is the only thing that keeps the North 'Real', Lyra," the Author said, stopping in front of her. "In the 'Real World', stories only exist when they are being read. If the audience 'Disconnects', the North becomes 'Null Space'. It’s not an Archive; it’s a 'Nothingness'. I can't save you from that

They sat on the worn couch in the back room with the shelves around them, the shop quiet outside. “The letter,” Delphine said. She turned the glass in her hands. “I wrote the letter. Twelve drafts. Every draft was wrong.” “Wrong how.” “Too explicit. The whole novel builds toward that moment and the moment needed to belong to the reader, not to me. If I wrote the letter I would be telling you what she felt. Not letting you feel it.” Sera sat with that. “You trusted the reader.” “I trusted the reader who had been paying attention.” She looked at the shelves. “Readers who were paying attention already knew everything the letter said. They did not need me to write it.”