A little late for you to come into an inheritance of caution! she thought angrily.
But that is not what I mean. Both Margaret and Adamant (I have not yet delved deep enough into the characters of Gingerune to determine their relationships) are closely linked to one other character in their stories. I'll readily admit that these two circumstances probably stem from my own extremely interconnected friendship or soul-link with my husband, and perhaps admitting that right off the bat will help you understand what I mean by silent dialogue. Maybe not. Between these four characters there is such an easy, unquestioning link that they need not speak to each other to know what the other is thinking.
If you have ever experienced this level of connection, you know that's all very well for you, but the potential difficulty lies in communicating this voiceless communication to the reader and that is why I am concerned that, being too ready to indulge in this kind of conversation (there is less room for flippancy in it and more chance for warmth and camaraderie), editors and readers might look at me askance. Happily I'm skilled in the abstract (as skilled as a blind drunk man is skilled with the quarterstaff) and silent dialogue is very abstract, and somehow (unlike Lewis I have not yet the knack for watching my own abstract step out of its spectral shape into something you can poke and bleed) by some magical art of wordcrafting, I have thus far managed to communicate the movement, the energy, of two minds in union.
[He] got up, his fists clenched, a ring of blackened gold around the crest of him; taking her eyes off the wreck of Bazel Púka, Margaret saw, for a moment, a kinship between him and [Rupert] which had never been before, which would never be again.A look in the eye, a turn of the head, a change in the atmosphere. I'm dealing with things the characters do not speak, but feel, and I must make it visual in such a way that it translates to your emotions, so that you feel it as well. How I do it, I am never sure. I almost never think, "Here I go, I am writing now," when I am writing (it is more like an enchantment than anything else) and there is no formula for the art - no formula for souls of potent mixtures in thin skins. So when you asked me what I meant by silent dialogue, I thought, "Ah ha, I will tell you! ...No, I can't." But you're smart cookies. I've watched you react to my writing and I am sure you get it now that I have haphazardly explained.
I dare swear, the hardest part of being an author is being asked how I do what I do.