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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Antonia Tiranth has a quote for us!
First, let me tell you about the quote. No, it’s not some dry, overused quote from a celebrity or even anything from pop culture. It’s something I was told by one of my best friends and my writing buddy, Delilah. One time when I was ready to tear my hair out because I was stuck she said to me, “You already know the story, you’ve just forgotten it.” I was stunned because I realized quickly that she was right. So what does it mean? Well, have you ever written something and gone, “Okay…now what the hell does that mean for the story?” You wrack your brain and moan and worry and pace but if you just keep writing, sometime down the line, the light bulb will go off and you will realize it fits. I’ve never found this more true than in writing my Tales of the Rikashi Series. There are things in books one, The Quickening, and two, The Gathering, that didn’t make any sense to me, or that I couldn’t explain, until I came to books three, Black Velvet, and the plotting of book four. So if you’ve gotten to that point, don’t worry about it! Just keep going, you’ll find out what you mean later.
And on to my second topic, The Gathering will be available from Lyrical Press on July 20th. The Quickening, the first book in the series, has been more successful than I had thought and I hope everyone who enjoyed it will pick up this second installment. It follows Aerandir’s brother, Shirak and the daughter of the evil Maedhros as they try to solve the reasons behind a shared vision. Here’s a little taste :
The sleek black limo rolled to a stop in front of the giant granite steps, and I opened the car door, not waiting to be assisted. I left my bags, knowing they would be brought in, likely to my old rooms. Once a room was claimed, it remained yours to use whenever you wished.
I hurried up the steps and into the manor house. With little conscious effort I walked the path to Calidan’s rooms. The hallway approaching his bed chambers was lined with sobbing Rikashi of all three remaining clans. Whatever troubles were brewing, sorrow was quelling it for the moment, at least here.
I paused at the closed double doors that led to his bedroom, needing a moment to make certain I was in control of myself. Before I could knock, the door swung inward on silent hinges. A golden-haired female stood on the other side.
“You must be Shirak,” she said with a sad smile. At my nod, she stepped aside. “He’s been asking for you. He hasn’t much time left.”
“There is nothing you can do for him?” I asked, assuming she was a Surion.
She shook her head. “All my powers cannot rescue a body ravaged by time, youngling. Go see him now.”
I nodded again and stepped into the bed chamber. It smelled of cinnamon, Earl Grey tea, and death. I did not think I would ever be able to drink Earl Grey again.
My feet made no sound on the thick carpet as I moved forward. Calidan’s son, Severick, rose from a chair in the corner, glaring at me as he left the room. I shook my head; that one had never liked me.
Calidan lay on an impressive gilded four-poster bed, his eyes closed, and for a moment I feared I was too late. But then I saw the slow rise and fall of his chest, and I could hear his labored breathing as I moved closer.
“Calidan?” I called, keeping my voice low.
His eyes fluttered open, and a smile touched his lips. He lifted a hand and waved me forward. I knelt at the edge of the bed, taking that hand carefully in mine. “Lazing about in bed when there is work to be done, sir?”
A rolling exhalation of breath was all the chuckle he could manage. The old Rikashi’s mouth worked up and down, but his voice would not work.
“Do not try to talk. You need to rest so you can get well. You said when I left I was not finished with my training.”
He shook his head. Whatever he needed to tell me was important enough for him to make an attempt while on his death bed. I reached for his mind and found it as feeble as his body looked. I could only pluck a few words from his fading thoughts—tariel, jewel, protect.
Another frown pulled the corners of my mouth. “I do not understand, Calidan.”
Calidan sucked in a rasping breath, letting it out with the words he tried to speak. “Jewel…duty…protect.” His hand went to his throat, tugging at a chain there. “Yours now, Shirak.” He placed something warm in my hand and with a sigh, closed his eyes again.
I looked at the amulet nestled on my palm. It was a beautiful star shaped gem. A myriad of colors sparkled within its depths. It seemed to pulse with a light of its own.
“Calidan, I cannot accept this.”
“Yours to protect.” The words rang in my mind and the amulet flashed. A wave of dizziness took me briefly. A tone, sharp but not unpleasant, sounded in my ears. Faces flashed in my mind, twelve of them. Five were male. Five were female. The final two faces were blurred and difficult to make out. To my surprise, Aerandir’s face was one of the visible ones. My own face flashed last in my mind, the image lingering before fading. It was over as quickly as it had begun.
“What in the hell was that?” I murmured, staring at the amulet.
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