Food Fit For Fae

I was considering that I don’t really focus much on food in the Amethyst Epiphany series as of the moment. I have heard from other authors and writers that they talk about food a lot in their tales. I do mention meals and feasts, but very rarely do I go into the details of what they’re having.

Recently, I found a picture of rainbow grapes. They’re not rare, but they certainly are beautiful. I thought it would be a very fitting fruit to include with a future meal scene with the fae.

What kind of foods do you think suitable for the fae? Mine are a little different than your typical garden variety. They’re like us so I do think some eat meat and some choose not to and get their protein in other ways like nuts, milk, eggs, and cheeses.

International Faerie Day!

2007Well, today seemed a good day to post about Amethyst Epiphany what with it being International Faerie Day today and all! Calliope is pretty excited about this day. She’s going to celebrate it by swimming because she thinks it’s a little too hot.

I agree, but I can’t have that luxury today. I can’t go swimming with Lyssandra and Callie or Callie’s Uncle Oliver. Today I must work.

So whatever you’re doing today, remember the faeries! Never let the magic die.

You do believe in faeries, don’t you?

Characters and Resonance

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I think there’s going to be more to my Colors That Bind trilogy than just the three starting books. I’ve written a few short stories about these characters and sent them in for publication. One was published. However, I mean, I feel that there’s going to be more than even that. I’ve been getting ideas for the stories of some of the children of the characters that I fell in love with in this series to start with.

However, with two books to go on the trilogy I’m trying to focus on them. I have ideas for both. I still haven’t gotten any progress or updates from my old dying laptop if my story was salvageable, at all. I really do hope so. It would suck to have to start from scratch all over again and lose all my progress on the second book. Especially with my brain brimming with the ideas of Calliope’s children who wouldn’t come into play until well after the trilogy is over. 

I’m pretty excited. My book is due out in October. However, there still seems like there is so much work to be done. I’m trying to keep afloat and remember what needs done and when. Amethyst Epiphany is a beautiful book, in my humble opinion, and I can’t wait to share all of it’s beauty and lessons with you. I can only hope that the characters mean as much to the readers as they do me.

What are some of the qualities of the characters you’ve connected with?

I’ve always felt the deepest resonance with the eccentric, outcasts of stories. I seem to know their agonies and their shy, anti-social tendencies along with the beauty of the craft that they pour their heart and passion into. 

Mermaids Vs. Faeries

Amethyst Epiphany is the debut of my Bound By Color trilogy. As I’m sure you’ve come to notice by now it centers around my fae girl Calliope Griffin and the relationships she makes in her father’s country. She struggles from going from ordinary girl to finding herself to be a fae princess and all the responsibilities that come along with it.

Well, lately I’ve been thinking a lot of the mermaids I’ve included in that series. I have ideas, but I’m not entirely sure if I’ll act on them or not. But I do have a bit of something rattling in my mind for a spin-off series tied to the Bound By Color trilogy that centers around my mermaids since they aren’t the prominent characters of these books.

I was thinking of having appearances and mentions of Calliope and the land-dwelling company from time to time but centering on Lyssandra who is the first mermaid Calliope meets in Amethyst Epiphany, and her first true friend from her father’s country.

For now, however, I am trying to stay focused and continue my work on the Bound by Color Trilogy. I keep getting scenes from the third book, but I’m not finished with the first. I might have to write these scenes down and even start on the third book before going back to the second which sounds very backward to me, but my mind isn’t being too cooperative so it may be the way I have to go. We shall certainly see.

My question is if you had to pick would you be: a mermaid or merman or a fae? 

Originality

It’s always something that I crave. I despise the same old tired troupes, but who doesn’t? We all tire of the cliches that have been beaten to death like a dead horse.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde. So bearing the word’s of Mr. Wilde in mind I’m trying to apply this to my novel. Not in the tale itself, though, as it tends to write itself and I tend to get really original ideas (not to toot my own horn or anything). But rather in the way I promote and market my book.

I want it to stand out from the rest. I want people to look at it and read it and come back to it time and time again because it’s unforgettable. I want to leave a ripple that will cause a pond to change.

So Amethyst Epiphany is going to be a reality soon, and that both thrills and terrifies me. I’m working on it’s sequel, it’s true, but it just seems sad that one third of the journey is going to be over already. I love these characters and these places, and now it’s time for me to wing them into the minds of others so they can love them and adore them as much as I do. I’m really hoping that my promotion strategies and marketing are unique enough to grab attention. Because I know my story’s good. My editor told me that. Several times. They may be biased, but I happen to like their opinion.

This is both terrifying and exciting all at once.

Ponderings and Other Things

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my novel.

Amethyst Epiphany was so easy to write, but I’m having some problems with it’s sequel Crimson Betrayal. I actually have more ideas for the third novel than I do the second, so I’m hoping that issue is soon resolved. I hate it when my mind gets ahead of itself which happens quite often for me. My thoughts fly quicker than my fingers can possibly keep tempo.

I really quite like this series. I’m planning on it only being a trilogy, but who knows? I might end up making it into a four book series like Christopher Paolini did with his Inheritance series. Don’t know, only the future knows what it shall hold. I have so many novels in me waiting to be born that it’s hard to say what will happen.

I really love the faeries of my series so much. Each one has a unique look specific to them even if they resemble their parents closely because I feel people like snowflakes while all the same thing are individual and beautiful in their own, there’s some nuance and little quirk that makes them the person they are which makes them different than anyone else.Which is what I tried to convey in my creatures and characters.

Each faerie has typically two and sometimes even three colors in their wings, and their markings are widely varied. Some have typical shapes like moons and stars, while some of them have actual animals.

If you were a faerie in my realm, what do you think your wings colorization and markings would be?

Another Drop In the Bucket

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I’m not sure where this lovely photo came from, but it reminded me strongly of my upcoming novel. I thank the artist for their lovely abilities, and I hope they don’t mind me posting this straight from google.

It’s almost hard to believe, even still, that my novel is getting published. Amethyst Epiphany was a novel I birthed in six months when I was working as a telemarketer. It’s crazy to think that soon it’s going to be an actual book in people’s hands. Many of my coworkers have vowed not only to buy one but several copies of my novel. They help me get more and more excited as this process goes on.

My editors keep teaching me new things about writing and the editing process as I go along, and the fun truly seems to be starting. I’m so, so very excited to be among the author’s in their fine crew.

Can’t wait to see my novel in print. Maybe then I will realize that this dream is becoming slowly a reality.

& I can’t wait to work and continue working on the sequels.

Shattered Heart Fluttering In the Breeze

By: Linda M. Crate

Lycoris knew that no one would understand her inability to return to the arms of her one true love. If it was just her life she had to consider then she would have left in a heartbeat, but she had her daughter to think of. She couldn’t just uproot her daughter and take her to some mythical land to meet her father without there being some sort of backlash.

Perhaps, she was being a coward, but she wanted to think Delphinus still loved her just as ardently and passionately as she loved him. To go back and find that he had move on? Well that would have shattered her heart further, and it already felt as if it were fluttering tenuously in the breeze.

She regarded her mother bitterly. Not for the first time in her life.

Her mother had been distraught after the death of her brother, and she had made Oliver and Lycoris promise her that they’d never return to the realm that brought she and her brother happiness. Not until her mother was dead.

Not for the first time she cried when she thought of how selfish her mother had been.

Oliver had grown so angry that he had actually confronted their mother and got slapped in the face for his troubles. She sighed. She missed Oliver. He, of course, persisted that they all ought to go back. He hadn’t relented since the day her mother had died. She knew he was anxious to see Qua again even if she had hurt him.

However, he made her promise that for Calliope’s sixteenth birthday they would return to Ladriél. Perhaps, it was a moment of weakness and perhaps it was something that she ought of disagreed upon, but she had agreed. However, the words that fae had told her all those years ago danced around in her mind. She had been told that she would never return to Ladriél to the love whose song granted her all the merriest wings of happiness. She pushed those worries aside and began reading.

It wouldn’t do to return to her lovers land without, at the very least, remembering his language.

 

Leaving

Leaving

by: Linda M. Crate

I looked at her. She loved him, and I knew it. It broke my heart to know my sister would have to break her heart to keep a promise to our mother. It was selfish, and I have to admit I really hated my mother right now. How could she be so vicious and heartless? Lycoris said people mourned differently, and perhaps that is true, but to angrily lash out at the people that loved you – well, that didn’t seem healthy to me. Nor did I want to go back to The Realm of Normalcy. It was full of petty, little people with lack of imagination. Not to mention there was no Delphinus there for Ly, and my Qua…oh, goodness, knew I didn’t want to let her go. Yet I had to. I had made a fool of myself, and well, she probably didn’t want to see me again…not after what I had accused her of. Especially given she had been innocent.

Still I had blamed her, and I hadn’t apologized. I was too ashamed of mistake. Too proud to admit I was wrong. I was hoping she’d just forgive me.

Little chance of that happening now.

Mother was making us go home, and Lycoris looked as if she would rather take a knife through the heart. Delphinus I knew had to be a wreck. His father was on the verge of dying, his mother already gone. He was about to become a king without his Queen. We all knew that he wanted Lycoris to be his queen.

My sister would have loved to be his queen.

Yet our interfering mother made us promise we wouldn’t come back to Ladriél. She amended it later to say we could come back when she was dead, but that was little comfort to Lycoris whose heart was shattering more and more the further we drew away from Delphinus. My eye’s watered, too. I tried to brush them away without Ly noticing, but she did, and she hugged me.

“It will be okay, Oliver, at least we have each other.”

I nodded. Yet it was a hollow solace, and we both knew it.

Lycoris gripped my arm tightly suddenly. “Oliver, you have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“You have to promise me you’ll take my child back to Delphinus when he or she is old enough to understand.”

“We’ll go together.”

“No, the fae that made the prophecy told me I wouldn’t be joining you…”

“Ly!”

“Everyone dies Oliver. I just hoped I’d be able to see his face again, but if I am to die, then perhaps…it’s better that the last view I got of his him was his kiss.” She ran a hand through her raven locks. “But I won’t talk of this as I can see it distresses you. Just promise me, okay?”

“Ly…”

“Please?”

“All right.”

“Thank you,” she  remarked, her knuckles white and taut, clenched tightly enough to cut off circulation.

“Ly, he’ll always love you. If you want to leave, then go.”

“I.don’t.break.promises,” she said through gritted teeth. She glared over her shoulder at our mother. I knew that she hated her, too. “I, I …”

“I hate her, too.”

“Oliver!”

“Well, I do. She’s making us both unhappy, and all because Richard died. I understand she’s upset, but she doesn’t have to punish the living for the sake of the dead.”

“Well said,” Lycoris whispered. “I wish she could see it that way. She thinks she’s protecting us, when she’s only breaking our hearts.”

Both of us fell silent as we gazed out into the night. The moons of Ladriél were full tonight. One was silver and one amethyst. I couldn’t help but stare at it. “I’ve never seen an amethyst moon.”

Lycoris smiled. “It’s beautiful, it’s the color of his eyes.” She suddenly clenched her fists in an attempt to prevent herself from crying again. I hugged her tightly and she sobbed into my shoulder. “I know life isn’t fair, Olly, but I hate this. Why is she being so cruel?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll have each other. As small a comfort as that is.”

And I knew that was a small comfort indeed. Mother didn’t seem to realize she wasn’t the only one grieving. Yes, we missed Richard – we weren’t monsters, after all, and he was our brother. Yet our hearts belonged with the fae and mermaids we were leaving behind. It didn’t seem as if she cared how badly our hearts were shattered as long as we were safe. I had half a mind to jump off that boat and swim back to  Ladriél, but I knew that mother would never forgive me if I did, and as much as I hated her in that moment – I knew that I’d regret alienating myself from my family. Besides, I had to be strong. For Lycoris’ sake if nothing else.