Reading The Cloud Roads by Martha Wells has reminded me the power of not explaining magical elements in fantasy stories
There are floating islands in the Three Worlds and the protagonist Moon offers no explanation for this. He doesn’t question the floating islands, only what’s on them. There might be artifacts, artwork, books, clues to his own origins or the inhabitants’ disappearance, but he never speculates on the mechanism for the island’s flight, and honestly that is really working for me. Not only does it keep the story moving, it helps me suspend my disbelief. I can’t find fault in an explanation that isn’t given.
Plus I don’t go around looking at plants thinking about why they’re all green. There is a reason, something something the wavelength of sunlight reflects less of certain colors something something efficiency of energy capture, something chlorophyll, yes fine. It’s not a big mystery of the world I inhabit so much as a gap in my knowledge, so the ubiquity of green-colored plants isn’t noteworthy, but that’s not an approach I see many writers take toward fantasy or scifi elements



















