Lou Sylvre on the Co-Writing Two-Step (Also Sunset at Pencarrow, Happy Pride, and a Giveaway!)

Lou Sylvre Gay Romance Happy Endings Hi, Lou Sylvre here for my monthly post on Authors Speak. Before I get to anything else, thanks everybody who entered the Merry May giveaway. Our winner has been contacted and will soon be the proud owner of a new Kindle Fire and a bunch of books. Next, I want to say happy Pride Month, everybody on the queer spectrum and all allies!

Next, I want to say, this post is short. I know you can see that for yourself, but let me explain. I wanted to write all about my experiences co-writing (something I’ve not done before) Sunset at Pencarrow with Anne Barwell, but I have been delayed getting this post done, and now I find out my grandsons have a band concert performance tonight, the final one of the school year, and for the oldest, the final one of before high school graduation! That means I need time to make myself presentable. Others have written about the juggling act that being a writer is, and I won’t add to that, but I will say, dang. The phrase “free time” is an oxymoron.

So here’s the brief, bare-bones, bullet-point version of my report on the adventures of co-writing:

  • We approached the task by each taking one character as our own, writing the scenes that called for their point of view. While we didn’t stick to this religiously, and we suggested tweaks to each other’s writing, this method worked out great, in my opinion. It wasn’t half the work, nor was it twice the work. The work, aside from the actual writing was just different.
  • Having a work partner helped keep things moving according to plan. Of course, I didn’t want to let my co-author down, nor did I want to hold Anne back. But, more than that, the input from outside my own brain stimulated my creativity like a second muse. When I read a scene she wrote, I felt a need to respond on “my” character’s behalf.
  • Sharing the character couple’s story with another writer made them and their romance all the more precious, and added to the rewards that came with getting to “The end.” All struggles along the way, the hours spent on chat hammering things out, the research to make sure the character world was as accurate as could be and matched between scenes—all that was more than worth it.

Long story short, Anne and I will write together again, and I’m looking forward to it.

Let me leave you with that, and with a little info about Sunset at Pencarrow. Here’s the blurb, some links, and the giveaway.

Kiwi Nathaniel Dunn is in a fighting mood, but how does a man fight Wellington’s famous fog? In the last year, Nate’s lost his longtime lover to boredom and his ten-year job to the economy. Now he’s found a golden opportunity for employment where he can even use his artistic talent, but to get the job, he has to get to Christchurch today. Heavy fog means no flight, and the ticket agent is ignoring him to fawn over a beautiful but annoying, overly polite American man.

Rusty Beaumont can deal with a canceled flight, but the pushy Kiwi at the ticket counter is making it difficult for him to stay cool. The guy rubs him all the wrong ways despite his sexy working-man look, which Rusty notices even though he’s not looking for a man to replace the fiancé who died two years ago. Yet when they’re forced to share a table at the crowded airport café, Nate reveals the kind heart behind his grumpy façade. An earthquake, sex in the bush, and visits from Nate’s belligerent ex turn a day of sightseeing into a slippery slope that just might land them in love.

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What’s in a Name

Recently, out of nowhere, I was contacted by an author explaining she was setting up a blog tour for her very first release. In her email she mentioned the names of a few people and it seemed she was using them for references and I was supposed to know who they were. I didn’t, however, I knew right away what was going on.

See, there is another Elizabeth Noble and she writes het romance. I believe she lives in England and is about ten years younger than I am.

I said, yes, of course I had blog space for another author and her debut novel. The book sounded really interesting, too. I wrote back, saying I wanted to be sure she didn’t have me confused with the other author. I gave her the link to my website and went on to say how wonderful it would be to have her as a guest. Lots of people read both MM and Het romance, something I pointed out. Maybe she’d find some new readers. Maybe I would. I looked forward to working with her.

I never heard back from her. Very sad.

I don’t know anything about the other Elizabeth Noble except what’s listed in her bio. I have no idea if that’s her real name or a pen name.

The name I go by, Elizabeth Noble, is sort of my pen name, but it’s also my real name. I’m not sure how others go about deciding on a pen name, but I didn’t have to look far for mine.

I was born Laura Elizabeth Noble. My surname has twice changed for different reasons, but the Laura and the Elizabeth have remained the same.

So, see, really Elizabeth Noble is my actual name. I chose to use that variation for a few reasons. I always liked my middle name and when I was little I tried to get people to call me Elizabeth, but it never took.

I opted to use Noble because that’s who I originally was, the real me so to speak. It’s also an easily remembered and spelled name. My legal surname is longer, sorta hard to spell and some people find it difficult to pronounce. It’s one of those names that spells and says exactly how it looks, but still trips people up.

My father’s name was Bernie Noble. At one time he was a bit famous and a photographer for The Cleveland Press newspaper.

I can’t take a decent photograph to save my life, or anyone else’s… go figure.

Bernie Noble, however, could take a decent photograph.

This picture sits on a shelf next to my desk. It’s a photo Bernie took that was later entered into a photography show and competition. He did a lot of that sort of thing. I like it because of the mouse sitting on the cat’s head. My father was a big cat lover.

Being the head photographer for The Cleveland Press for a few decades (and a professional photographer all his adult life) he took a lot of pictures.

One, however, was really special.

In 1963 Bernie took a photograph of US President Eisenhower which was later selected by his wife, Mamie for use with the stamp that was issued commemorating him. It was a six cent stamp!

Sitting in my attic is a copy of that photograph as well as one of my father holding the photograph. I have no idea who took that photo, I’m guessing one of his coworkers at the newspaper for a little article they did at the time.

           

So, that’s a little bit of history surrounding my pen name.

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Until next time,

Happy Reading!

Elizabeth Noble

The Authors Speak Merry May Giveaway (win a Kindle™ and a bunch of books)

Hello! Lou Sylvre, happy to be here for my monthly blog. In this post, I’m all about launching our biggest giveaway yet, and I’ll get to that in a flash. First though, I want to talk a little about Authors Speak, what we do, why we love having you be part of it, and opportunities for everyone—readers and writers—to be heard right here on this platform.

Authors Speak is designed to be a different kind of writers’ blog. Yes, we do talk about our books, our genre, writing tips, and the industry. Sometimes, we just have post something because it’s fun. But other times, we have something to say about the world in a broader sense. As authors, we live in the world like everyone else, and we respond to “big issues” like elections, laws, wars, poverty, corporate greed, and hate crimes. Our lives as humans isn’t separate from our lives as writers, and sometimes we blog here on Authors Speak about how it all ties in, and what we try to do about it. In other words, Authors Speak is a place for Authors to do just what our name says—speak our minds.

Of course, speaking out is pointless if nobody is listening, so thank you to everyone who’s visited the blog. And you know what? We realize readers sometimes want to speak out too, and you can! As you know, comments are welcome and appreciated, but here’s a new offer:

Authors Speak now has a Readers Say, page! Can’t find it? That’s because it’s blank. You might be our first reader guest. If you’re interested, comment below (which also counts as an entry for the giveaway drawing), or if you’d prefer, email me at lou.sylvre@gmail.com, and we’ll discuss particulars.

We’re know some who read our blog are fellow authors. If that’s you, we invite you onstage too! If you’d like a guest post in the spirit of Authors Speak, of if you have a cover reveal, new release, or other news announcement, please comment or email me. We’ll do our best to fit you in.

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I Write What I Love and Love What I Write

There’s a ton of advice for writers whether they be published, aspiring or true hobby writers. We’re all authors, the difference is some of us are professional authors who get paid in currency. The truth is we all get paid in compliments and reviews no matter in what the forum and format we publish. Follow the rules of grammar, research your facts and write what you know, that’s preached in dozens, if not hundreds, of books offering writing advice.

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I say don’t worry about writing what you know, you can learn about a topic you wish to include in a story.

I believe in writing what you love!

One thing we all have in common is at some point we write a story for ourselves. We write the tale we want told, the one we want to read. There are various reasons we authors write different stories. Some are continuations of other stories–the birth of the series. Others write about events in their lives or a world they created as an escape.

All of us who write stories that are shared with the public in some manner sometimes create those stories to please others. I’ve run contests where fans can choose character names, or situations one or more characters need to face in a certain story. I created an entire series from prompts offered to writers in a fandom group I once belonged to. I’ve participated in author auctions where readers bid on their favorite authors to write a story for them. The money goes to charity and they’re a lot of fun. I’ve also written stories for group projects that required adhering to a certain theme.

Those stories turned out to be good stories and were well received. Some have won amateur and professional awards.

Then there are the other books and stories. The ones I wrote for me. The ones that were total self-indulgence.

Some of those books were a bit of an experiment, the representation of stretching my writer’s wings so to speak.

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Others progress a bigger story, but are written around plots I had swimming around in my head for months or years. These were stories that include elements I’d been waiting to work into a story. I simply had to wait for the right story to come along.

 

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Then there are stories I write that fall into that pure self-indulgence category. These are the books that are truly for me. The story I wanted to tell and I don’t waiver much, if at all, from my original plot ideas.

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Each of these books have something special to me, near and dear to my heart.

Readers may be surprised to learn authors have favorites, and write books not only for their audience but themselves, but I’m here to say it’s true! Books are important to different people for many reasons. We all have our comfort reads and for me, I have my comfort writes. Even though I adore all the books I’ve written (and the fanfic), these are the books that I go back and read again and again, not as their creator and not as an author, but as Elizabeth the person, the reader.

One might think that because I created these works I’d know everything inside the covers. Not so! When I read them, or any book, as a reader more than once I always find something new. That’s the joy of reading and of writing. Discovering something that makes you feel good inside.

I’m always excited to hear from readers. If you’d like to contact me for any reason I can be at elizabeth.noble19@gmail.com, or visit my website, Emotion In Motion.

Elizabeth

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Tempeste O’Riley’s Monthly Author Column: Disability Author or Writer of Life?

Hello everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by again. I know I’ve been MIA for a bit *blushes* but health has been kicking me around a bit. But, I’m back and will do my best to be here every month for you. Today I’m here to talk a little about something I keep being asked and thought I’d write up as a post instead of relying on all the little replies making the rounds, lol. “Are you a disability author?”

Now, that’s an interesting question that I both smile and frown at. Yes, you can do both, lol. The answer is no, I’m not. Yes, I have a habit of writing characters that have challenges, be they abuse, family, mobility, health, hearing, or other…. But, I do not consider myself a “disability author.” I’m not specifically writing “disabled” characters as a “thing.” I know some authors have a niche, but mine is homoerotic love, in all it’s forms, though I’ve only written with boy bits so far (under this name). I do have a few differently-abled (love that term, thank you Josh for insisting I see myself that way instead of a disabled or broken as I had been told I was by others now in my past!) characters, but the point of the story isn’t their mobility or hearing or … issue, it’s the friendship and life and eventual love they find that their “disability” has nothing to do with.

We all want to see ourselves in the stories we read, the poor, the sick, the rich, the lonely, the successful, the ___…. I write for everyone. Therefore, I put a little of everyone into my stories. One day, you might even find you in one Winking smile

Right now I’m working on two books—the MCs keep trading off who’s louder, ugh! –and in one, one of the MCs has an anxiety disorder and is a sub and in the other, the soon to be sub has been met before, in Dreamers’ Destiny. Nate was referred to as having twisted legs by one of the other characters, though it didn’t bother the guy. It was just a descriptor like saying he had blue eyes or something. What he actually has is severe Internal Tibial Torsion (rotated shin bone) and Femoral Anteversion (twisted thigh bone).

Should we consider either one disabled?

Now, for a fun question or two… Do you have any questions/topics you’d love to see me write about? If so, please email me at tempeste@tempesteoriley.com and let me know! Also, what should I call my monthly column? It needs a name…. But as most know, I’m shite with naming things. Ask anyone in the know how Whiskers of a Chance got it’s name, lol…. For all suggestions, ideas, or just to drop me a note, please email me at tempeste@tempesteoriley.com.

For a chance to win any eBook from by backlist, tell me your favorite story with an MC that had a disability of some form (physical, mental, etc.) in the comment section below. (Don’t forget to leave your email so I can notify you if you win.)

And remember, having a little glitch makes us unique, not broken. Be proud of being you and hold out for that person that sees all of you, instead of just the issue. It’s worth it—even more so in real life than in the stories we write.

Turn The Page…. (Suicide Awareness & Prevention Anthology)
by Tempeste O’Riley, Dianne Hartsock, Nikki Prince, Grace R. Duncan, Sue Brown, Aine P Massie, Carole Cummings, Hope Ryan, Mark Zubro, Antonia Aquilante, D. Zander Crane

M/M F/F Transgender Genderfluid 
Contemporary Urban Fantasy Paranormal BDSM Romance
(Each story is unique and special, so the genre varies wildly. All are LGBTQ)

Publisher: Abbey of the Brew City Sisters
Cover Artist: Jess Small
Release Date: October 7, 2016 (ebook/print)
Length: Novel / 270 pages

Turn The Page…. began as a simple idea and grew from there. No matter how bad things seem to be, just turn the page, there’s more—better—things to come. This is only one chapter in your life. It’s not the whole story. With this simple idea, Novice Sister Eroti-Quill—whom most know better as Tempeste O’Riley—began their quest to help Suicide Prevention and Awareness programs in their area. They managed to con (excuse me, convince) other authors to donate their time and stories to the project, and now, many months later, Turn The Page is born!

The authors in this anthology donated their talent as a way to support Eroti-Quill’s hope for others, to help bring strength to programs that so desperately need funding. It will allow them show those that need support but may not have it, or that may be afraid to reach out, just how much love and understanding surrounds them. Turn The Page…. is a diverse range of stories about the journey of love, hope, and acceptance.

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Homo-Erotic Romance Author, Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t – defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since. Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. They count their friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life.

Tempe is also a PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, Rainbow Romance Writers, and WisRWA.

Website: http://tempesteoriley.com/

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Hi readers! If this post sounds repetitious, that’s because it is. We here at Authors Speak set up this fabulous opportunity for some lucky person to win an ebook from each of us—that’s right, the prize is nine books, one backlist book from each Authors Speak blogger. But then, the world went a little crazy and we all kept forgetting to tell people about it. So we’ve extended the time to enter until November 30th.

For more info about each author, check out their posts here on Authors Speak, or click on the menu tab above to go to the author’s personal blog.

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Why I write (and read) fanfic

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Fan fiction, other wise known as fanfic has been around for a long time. The first official use of the term happened in 1939 and referred to amatuer science fiction as opposed to professionally written stories. The original Star Trek televison series was the source of this particular aspect of fandom.

For those of you who might not know, fanfic is just what it sounds like. It’s pieces of fiction written by fans. Today it’s spread beyond televison shows to movies, books, games, bands…just about anything really.

I wrote fanfic and I still read fanfic.

So, what’s the allure?

As often is the case, the short answer is: I like it.

The longer answer has been written about and the subject of a number of studies. Yeah, it’s that big of a thing.

As a reader fanfic offers a way to express love of your favorite characters, maybe put them in a situation not presented in the cononical version of the TV show, movie, book, whatever. There are communities dedicated to certain fandoms and the fanfic produced. People organize awards and large events to showcase stories and art. Fanart is just as big a thing as fanfic and often the two are paired together.

There are people who think this type of writing is second rate or beneath them.

I say not so.

First let’s look at the fact this promotes reading and writing. Any kid with a paper and pen can write a story or draw a picture. It’s easy when they already have an established world and characters they know to work with. It doesn’t have to be good. The point is those who that might not otherwise pick up a book, let alone try to write one, do just that. If one really becomes active and participate in certain events they learn to write on a deadline, edit and deal with critism.

All very valuable life tools.

Why did I write fanfic?

The short answer is: I could.

Becoming involved in a fandom and writing fanfic did a lot for me. First, and foremost it was fun. I rediscovered my love of writing and that writing came very easily because certain aspects of the story were already laid out. I made friends I still have today. I was given valuable experiences with editors when my work was published in fanzines. I eventually made the jump to writing original fiction professionally, but for many people it remains a creative outlet and hobby. In general it’s an excellent learning ground.

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Feed back from those who read my fanfic is in part what gave me the courage to take the next step and begin submitting manuscripts again. After trying for years and never quite making it I’d given up. It also opened up a whole new genre to me. M/M fiction. While working on various stories, some M/M, some not, I honed my writng skills in a safe, supportive place.

Since I know someone will ask, I wrote in the Supernatural fandom. If you’re curious here are links to two of my stories.

Slash: Crystal Bulls of Thera this story was written for something known as a Big Bang. Many authors and artists come together to create works of fanfic that are then posted on one site. The theme was taking Disney movies and re-tell that story. It’s M/M romance.

Not Slash: What You Feel this story was written as a fundraiser. A group of fans auctioned off fanfic writers who’d then create a story for whoever ‘bought’ them. The money went to charity.

Both of these events are pretty popular in the fanfic world.

Today I have sixteen published novels (and three more in various stages of development) and a couple of short stories in anthologies. I owe a debt of thanks to the world of fanfic and those who love it. Fanfic was an important stepping stone to realizing my dream of becoming a published author.

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I have a special sale going on at Dreamspinner Press this weekend. Three of my books, Electric Candle, Run for the Roses and Gone Away, are 99c. You can purchase them HERE.

Little known fact, Jonas Forge from The Sleepless City and The Vampire Guard started out as a supporting character in a series of Supernatural fanfic stories. Back then he was Tim Forge, I think he liked the name change! I know I do.

I also have a newsletter that I put out three or four times a year. If you’d like to sign up you can do so HERE. And if you want super-secret uber updates I have a private Facebook group On the Patio with Elizabeth Noble. It’s low-key and fun and I occasionally give stuff away.

Until next month, happy reading!

Elizabeth

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Heartifact by Aisling Mancy is Now Available for Preorder! A book for a good cause, and a chance to win…

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Links:
Men Over the Rainbow, Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble, Smashwords

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Releases November 24th!

As many of you know, Ash advocates for abused kids. The net proceeds of this book benefit those kids.

Net proceeds benefit the The Trevor Project in the US,
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About Heartifact

Harper Kidd is a highly respected marine archaeologist. Yet, with the economy in a slump, he’s trapped working in an oil company’s exploration division. heartifact-quote-always-want-what-we-cant-have Now, at the ripe age of thirty, Harp is disgusted with his employer’s damage to the undersea world he loves, tired of his ATM-card-filching ex, and tormented by beautiful dreams of an undersea lover. It’s time for a change and when his best friend, Stick, pleads with him to assist on a deep-sea dig in the Mediterranean, he jumps at the chance.

Harper’s sprits are high when they discover the ruins of an ancient civilization, and soar to the heavens when they discover a statue of an ancient pelora, a mysterious hybrid creature said to mediate between the worlds of reality and fantasy—and the very lover who holds the starring role in his dreams.

When the crew discovers the site is teeming with unexploded ordnance from the conflicts in the Middle East, and the excavation turns deadly, Harper must choose between saving his best friend and saving the pelora he’s fallen in love with.

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About Aisling Mancy

Ash is an author who lives, most of the time, on the West Coast of the United States. Ash writes mystery thrillers, fantasy, science fiction, romance, and fiction for gay young adults as C. Kennedy.

Raised on the mean streets and back lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Ash doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Ash contemplates such weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not writing, Ash can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the much-maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary. Ash does respond to emails because, after all, it is all about you, the reader.

Find Ash on blog, Twitter @AislingMancy, Facebook, Google+, Goodreads, Booklikes, Dreamspinner Press Author Page, and Amazon.

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Put on Your Traveling Pajamas and Let’s Go (A post by Lou Hoffmann)

Lou Hoffmann Icon-logo-square Hi! I’m Lou Hoffmann, happy to be here (one day late) with my November post, and I’m glad you’re here, too!

I don’t get to travel much. I’ve always wanted to, but just when I thought I was getting to the point in my life where I was ready to start committing resources and time to the cause, stuff happened. Kind of a bummer, but it would be so much worse if I couldn’t travel by book!

As an author, I get a double dose of book adventure, because I research and then I write. Both activities involve “going there, doing that.” Most of my research I can do via the web, these days, and oh, the places I’ve been with Google Street View! There’s a drawback there, though. Street View can’t help me travel through time. So, for instance, when I wanted to write a story (in-progress, The Harp and the Sea which my fellow pseudonym is co-writing with Anne Barwell) involving 17th century Scotland, I read websites, reproductions of historical documents (some of which were quite shocking), and scholarly books as well as lighter things. As this bit was set in the Borders, I learned bout families of reivers, March Wardens, King James, and the witch of Hermitage Castle. Then I applied my best mode of travel transportation—imagination—and went there.

On a rain-soaked day in autumn, 1605, the rough men who served Ker of Cessford and James Stuart, the King, shoved Robbie Elliot into a damp prison cell beneath Hermitage—a stark and haunted castle located almost dead center in the Middle March, a place he’d once called home. When he heard the heavy oaken door thunk shut behind him, rattling the rusty iron chains and window bars, he fell to his knees in the filthy straw that lay scattered over the stone floor. He and a half-dozen others had been force-marched sixteen miles from Hawick, bound, handled rough, and prodded with sticks. Now, Robbie tried in vain to find a few square inches of his body that didn’t cry out in pain.

“There’s water, Robbie.” The weak, high-pitched male voice came from the darkest corner of the cell, and it gave Robbie a start for he’d thought himself alone. “In the barrel there,” the man continued. “It’s clean enough.”

Robbie’s legs obeyed him after only a brief argument, and he stood and walked to the barrel. Dust and chaff floated on the top, but when he dipped the single iron ladle and brought the water to his lips, it had no foul smell. “I’ve had far worse,” Robbie said, and drank.
When he’d slaked his thirst enough, he turned to his cellmate, a man he knew. “How’d you come to be here, Keithen?”

“Same as you, I’d wager. I’d heard the Warden’s men were on the march, and I meant to hide at my old da’s holding, east of Kelso. But I was caught no more than ten miles from Hermitage castle and strung along with five others—including your stepbrother Jem. We’d thought we’d go no further than the gallows on the hill, but they brought us here.”

“Jem? He’s here?”

“Alas, Robbie, he was a lucky one, for he fell on the trail, and the Warden’s man kicked his head a mite hard. Snapped his neck.”

Robbie piled up some straw and sat, slumping back against the wall, his own head pounding as if he’d been the one kicked. Keithen, who tended to prattle on most of the time, stayed blessedly silent until Robbie spoke up a few minutes later. “Yes, probably lucky to die then, quick like that. Do you ken why they brought us here? What they’re planning for us?”
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A sudden rattle of heavy keys beyond the door interrupted the prisoners’ conversation, and a single, crusted pot was pushed inside, it’s contents warm enough to steam in the perpetual cold of the keep below ground.

Keithen said merely, “Porridge, or what passes for it,” and then got up and lumbered stiffly to fetch the pot.

Robbie realized all at once that his insides had gone so hollow he’d be happy to fill them with a brick, and he wasted no time. Given no utensils, the two men scooped the thick, sticky oatmeal with their hands, minding neither the slight burn or extra flavor of the dirt and blood on their own skin. By the time they finished, Robbie had forgotten his last question entirely until Keithen answered it.

“I heard a couple English talking yesterday, their voices come down clearly through the shaft, just there.” He stopped to point at a corner of the ceiling, a black, empty rectangle amid the gray stone. “They said we’ll be marched to Carlisle, and wicked James himself, the King, travels there too. They’ll hang us all at once, for his entertainment.”

But even those resources can’t help one travel to fantasy worlds. Although, I admit, one can now visit Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a number of places, when J. K. Rowling was writing it, she had only herself to guide her to the particulars. But that doesn’t quite say it all. I’m not privy to her process, but surely she learned all she could about medieval castles in order to create her fantasy. Similarly, when I knew that in Wraith Queen’s Veil poor Han Shieth was going to be stranded on an ice floe in a freezing sea, I had to expand my knowledge base about the landscape, how the sea and the ice floes act in that type of location, and what happens to humans exposed to frigid temperatures for any length of time. It was, in some ways, an awful place to visit, but I traveled there anyway, so readers could join the adventure too.

Han opened his eyes. The single gift freezing to death offered was the warm, drowsy feeling that came over the victim as body temperature dropped. Han had recognized that gift when it came and let himself fall asleep, feeling little pain at the time and knowing that in minutes he’d feel none at all. But now… something had changed. Someone sat beside him on the ice, someone wearing a hunter’s kilt and a cloak of soft leather. ice-for-isa-goo-ftuos-4319305297_286f24ddd8

Not enough, Han nonsensically thought. That’s not enough to keep him warm. But the man stripped the cloak from his shoulders and threw it over Han. Shivering under its faint warmth, Han fought to make his eyes work and registered the deep chestnut shade of the man’s unruly curls, the deep brown of his eyes.

“Lohen,” he said, “is that you? It can’t be you. You’re dead. Or am I dead too?”

“It is me, Han.” The man chuckled. “I’m dead, and you’re not. And you won’t be.”

“I will. No help for it. If you can save anyone, choose Luccan. Save the three of them on the trail. Take your cloak. Let me go.”

“Luccan is not near death at the moment. I would know. You are much closer to that state, but you will live, little brother.”

“I… I don’t think I want to, please,” he said, starting to shiver harder. “Let me go back to sleep until I’m gone. It’s so cold. Hurts so much to be awake.”

“Stop, Han! You’re not going to give up. I won’t let you.”

Han willed his eyes to focus once more. Lohen’s face loomed over him very near, his countenance right down to the minutia of pore and lash and stubbly beard. But where an empty socket had been at the end of his life, he now gazed at Han with both of the watchful brown eyes he’d been born with.

“You can’t stop it, Lohen. This is too much for me.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to, brother? I remember the last time you decided not to live—after the fire, the day our parents died. I made you live then. I’ll do it again.”

“Cruel, Lohen.” Han had intended to growl the words out with venom, but they dribbled forth in a raw whisper. “Why bring that up now. Why put the vision of that horror in my mind? Can’t you let me have a little peace on my last breath?”

“You aren’t taking your last breath anytime soon, brother. Think about that fire. See it in all its hideous glory. Hear it crackle and pop as it burned our mother’s flesh.”

“Stop.” Han’s shallow breaths came a little faster, whipped by anger and remembered fear. A small warmth crept out to his chest from the cavity where his heartbeat quickened, and adrenaline thinned his sluggish blood.

“Stop? No, I’m not going to stop. You will not be dying on my watch, Han Shieth. On the day you were born, I was sworn to protect you, and I’ll do it.”

“You’re dead.”

“I don’t care! And don’t change the subject.”

The corners of Han’s mouth stung as he tried to curve them into a smile. Tears froze in the outside corners of his eyes. A wind came up and the floe beneath him rocked, spilling some water onto the ice and against his body. Neither wind nor water felt cold. Han knew what that meant—the blessed warmth had returned. He welcomed it, willed himself not to breathe.

Travel-via-book has much to recommend it, I think. For instance, it’s the only kind of trip you can take to the distant past, another dimension, your own home town with significant changes, or the far future. And it costs not a penny more to take the trip over and over again—and when I read, though the words remain the same, the places I see are a little different every time. But do you know what the best thing about this kind of adventure is? You can do it in your pajamas. Snuggled under a blanket. With two cats, or your dog, or your best friend. And you stay warmand dry while the storm rages outside your window and the landscape in your pages is 16th century Scotland, or desert, an ice-encrusted sea coast, a restaurant in Boca Raton, or a starship. How cool is that?

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