I’ve been reliably informed by the Substack powers-that-be that Wednesdays are for “Value.” In theory, this means peeling back the curtain on the writing process so you can see the gears turning, the duct tape holding the plot together, and the exact moment I realized a scene actually worked.

Today, let’s look at the mechanics of a chapter-ending hook. Specifically, a scene from Arcane Galaxy, which I co-wrote with the excellent Troy Osgood.

Here is the setup: Our protagonist, Rivers, walks into his own home to find a welcoming committee of uninvited, heavily armed guests.

Let’s look at how the chapter closes.

I stepped into the doorway, and flicked on the light, the MP5 raised, its barrel pointed squarely at the guy by the window.

“Evening, gentlemen,” I said. “For absolute clarity, this is private property. Care to explain why you’re about to be redecorated all over my lounge? Just for insurance purposes, you understand? And any multinational alphabet agencies that might currently be listening.”

The one by the sofa tensed, his hand twitching toward the pistol tucked in his belt. I tracked the movement without shifting the MP5 off the man by the window.

“Don’t,” I said flatly. “Unless you want to find out what hollow-points do at this sort of range. Fun fact, I made these myself. I call them, ‘Fuck Around and Find Outs.”

The one by the wall chuckled. “I don’t know. You’re looking pretty outnumbered to me, mate!”

“Story of my life,” I replied. “Target rich environment, I call it. But by all means, feel free to join the long list of people whose deaths very much don’t keep me awake at night. Just keep in mind the first two shots absolutely won’t miss, and your mates by the window and on the sofa get to find out how much having no ribcage hurts. You might get very lucky indeed and drop me before it’s your turn. Ask me how lucky anyone has got against me in the last ten years. Go on. Ask.”

For a moment, the room was a frozen tableau. No one moved. I doubt any of them even breathed.

Then, finally, the man by the window spoke, his voice bizarrely calm, and formal, considering the circumstances. “Look, there is no need for any of this. We are just here to talk, Mr Rivers. We have heard about your most recent . . . difficulties, and we have a proposal that might interest you.”

The Breakdown

Obviously, in a book like this, there’s a temptation to end every chapter on a literal cliffhanger: a pulled pin, for example, or a fired shot. Or a swinging door. But I’ve always felt that if you keep the dial at eleven constantly, the reader becomes numb to the noise.

So, this scene was written as an exercise in de-escalation as a narrative weapon.

Here’s how, in my mind, the mechanics are working to bring the chapter to a close:

Flipping the Dynamic

The scene opens by taking a standard trope—the ambush—and reversing the polarity as Doctor Who might say.

Rivers has the drop on these guys. The ensuing dialogue isn’t just there for the sake of snappy one-liners (well, not entirely); it’s there as bravado. Rivers is bringing his unhinged confidence (”I call them Fuck Around and Find Outs“) to stall their reaction time. And, at the same time, he’s painting a vivid picture of the physical cost of defying him to keep them frozen.

The Climax of Tension

But then the back-and-forth between them all is aimed at bringing the tension to the breaking point. The moment of the “frozen tableau” is there to be the height of the threat in the room. The reader, especially after what we’ve learned of Rivers in the opening chapter, is primed for the gunfight…

The Bait-and-Switch Hook

Which is where I want the chapter-ending magic to happen. Instead of releasing that tension by having Rivers kill every last one of them, we have a pivot. The man by the window (who, spoilers!, will be important) completely ignores the danger and speaks calmly.

The plan here was that, by ending the chapter like this, we’re not hooking the reader with more Rivers-shaped action. We’re hooking them in with a bit of curiosity.

The threat is paused and is replaced by some narrative intrigue. Who are they? What do they know about his recent difficulties? What is the proposal? I reckon that if we’d ended the chapter on the shooting, then the reader would know what happens next: another gunfight. However, by ending it on an oddly polite business proposition in the middle of a Mexican standoff, then the reader should have no idea what happens next.

And, hopefully, that’s why they turn the page!

Okay. So over to you: What’s your favorite example of a chapter that ends not with a bang, but with an unsettling shift in the conversation?

Drop them in the comments. (And see you next week!)