Thursday, April 28, 2011

A woman, dangerous magic, and an unavoidable battle

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When I think about everything my characters have been through in Cursed with Power, I realize that the rejections I read almost daily are not at all comparable.  Today I decided I would talk about the aspects in CWP that are... shall we say extraordinary?

From the post title, you can probably already determine that what I am mainly focusing on is the battle that is foreshadowed, mentioned, and shown in CWP.  The idea of magicians fighting one another was not anything new; good vs. evil has always been a common theme in various fantasy books.  For me, I felt like I needed to change things up to make them unique and different from other books.  It came across to me that the fighting could not simply be between good and Dark magicians.  Instead, each time Celestria fought there was more and more evidence that magicians were not fighting for any principle.  They were fighting simply because of their blood lust and their desire for power.
What really made the battles more intriguing for me to write was the fact that Celestria tried to avoid other magicians.  It did not take long for her to come to the conclusion that a majority of people wanted her dead --not to mention that most of them were magicians.  You might even recall Alaire ordering Celestria to leave behind her staff and other belongings (in chapter 11) because they wanted to avoid further outbreaks of violence.
I'll admit that both Alaire and Celestria had their close to death experiences, but between the two I'm not sure who I could say was damaged more severely.  During the time Celestria was with him, Alaire seemed to be the one in constant pain.  (Poor guy, I put him through so much).

Anyways, I know I've been rambling and to be honest I partially forgot where I was going with this.  Just remember, no matter how much you put your characters through they have no choice but to eventually forgive you.
Read book one of the Magicians series....

Cursed with Power

"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.

Reader's Requested Excerpt (1)

As I said last week, I'll be posting excerpts from Cursed with Power that YOU request.  What do you have to do?  Simple, just leave a comment on any post telling me that you have a favorite excerpt and what it is OR email me the details about your request.  The reason I am doing this is because it allows for there to be more interaction on the blog between me and all of you.  

This excerpt --coming from chapter 4--was requested by Josiphine.

4: someone to need
The city of Deloys was nothing like what I expected. Everything I had imagined proved to be wrong. I had thought it would be a grand city crowded with people and hovels. There would be merchants selling goods and children running through the streets playing games and laughing. The sign to my left said I was entering Deloys, yet what was yonder appeared like a nightmare. The problem was I could pinch myself repeatedly, but I would not wake up because this was more real than I could comprehend.
There was smoke, ashes, and scattered material everywhere. What had once been homes were now only the remains of soot and sparks of flames. As I stood in Deloys I continued to look around at the horrors. Not too far from where I stood was a small doll. It had surely not been expensive, but the little girl who owned it would never return. Everything was black, and I dared not to stare too long at any part of what was left of the city.
Farther ahead there appeared to be no part of the city that had been spared. What had happened here? Who had done this? While I stared and remained motionless, I realized someone was coming. Walking through the ashes was a man I had met before. It was his eyes that aided my memory of his name. Léal…
Something did not seem right with his entrance into Deloys. I was not sure if that was due to the nausea that swept over me suddenly or the thought in the back of my mind that kept begging me to leave. Whatever had happened to the city was not good, and if those who caused the destruction were lingering nearby there would be no hope of escaping.
For the first time I was able to see all of Léal’s features. His black cloak he held in his arm. He had short black hair that hung to the side of his face. He wore a white tunic with elegant designs on the sleeves, dark blue pants, and dirty black boots. No matter how much I did not like his arrival, his eyes continued to draw my attention in. There was something about the glimmer in his eyes that was mysterious and striking.
“Why are you here? More importantly, what has happened?” I said, though I asked with caution. Léal walked forward until he was closer to me. At first he seemed to have nothing to say, and then at last he spoke.
“I am as shocked as you with the current state of Deloys.” He replied. To say his voice sounded melodic would have been an understatement.
“That doesn’t answer my first question… Why are you here?” I repeated again. Agitation rose in my voice; I had never been one to lose my patience so quickly with individuals I do not know well, yet I was acting strangely.
“You and I met in the street. After you left, I spoke with Mervyn Silvers and he told me about a woman who had asked him if he was a Dark magician. I had him describe what the woman was wearing and what of her name, and then a man in town said he saw you traveling out to Deloys. You are Miss Hale, are you not?” Léal said. I stared at him for a considerably long time. Who was he? Why had he followed me? I sighed and tightened my grip on my staff, though he did not look at all intimidated. He actually seemed to be in a cheerful mood, despite the surroundings.
“That is quite a story you have there. However, I do not give my name freely to any man who asks.” I said. He shook his head at me, but I did not know what else he had expected. Of course I was going to be careful with giving information when I was speaking with a seemingly rich and well known man who I knew nothing about.
“My name is Léal. I am a Dark magician,” he said, and then he added something more very calmly, “Like you.” He spoke as if we were friends and should remember these dark secrets of each others’.
I was horrified by what he said that revealed he knew more about me than anyone else. Only a day ago I had considered him to be a Dark magician, and now he was here telling me that’s exactly what he was. Somehow he had found out about me, yet I could not think of who could have told him. Mervyn certainly did not know my true identity; the only person who knew was Dyanna, but there was no way she would have told anyone about us. How did he know?
“Léal… Yes, I remember hearing that name. While I am the person you came in search of, I must ask what makes you certain that I am a Dark magician,” I said as I kept my focus on him and him alone. I searched his eyes, seeking truth in what he was doing here. Dyanna had always reasoned a person’s eyes said everything… it was something to do with one’s soul; however I unfortunately had not listened when she spoke about it.
He’s handsome… I thought abruptly as I waited for his response. I surprised myself with my own thoughts. I was admiring his looks when there were more important matters to focus on? At any given moment I felt I would faint, but if Léal noticed this he did not take advantage of that fact.
“Well, you have not denied it. Also, not any person would ask a local tavern owner if he’s a Dark magician. There are only five Dark magicians alive now, thus I supposed in dark times you would take desperate measures.” He replied. I knew he had caught me in the attempt to cover up the truth, but he was giving me no reason to trust him.
“I do not know what to think of you… You act…” I searched for the word. “Strange. You tell me you are a Dark magician as if that should be all that matters.”
“All that matters? You are the first Dark magician I have seen since the news of what has occurred, and you think it not important?” Léal sounded angry for the first time. He brushed his hair back from his face and kept a stern look. He was right; he being a Dark magician was almost equivalent to someone giving me a bag of gold. While I did not fully trust him, I did not doubt now that he was a Dark magician. In times like this no one would try to fake something that would only get them in danger… or killed.
“What do you want?”
“There’s a lot that I want.” He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience. I was not sure why he was doing that; perhaps to see how much longer I could take his nonsense. Daylight was slipping away from me as I stood in Deloys and spoke with him, yet my mouth continued to betray me and would not let me leave.

And that ends today's Reader's Requested Excerpt.  Once again, if you have a favorite scene from Cursed with Power, let me know and I'll post it as soon as I'm able to.
I know it's been a week since my last post, so I promise I'll try to catch up again and let you know what's happening.
read the first book in the magicians series....

cursed with power
power, love, heartbreak...
violence, screaming, blood...
his eyes rolled back into his head. i had done this.
Read it: here

"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

A long day of querying. New posts to come

Good evening all!  After basically spending my entire Thursday querying agents about Cursed with Power, I am relieved to be done with that for the moment and back to writing.
What amazes me even more is that by next month I will have been working on CWP for an entire year. Though that's nothing compared to the time I've spent on The Magic of Light, I am glad progress is slowly beginning to show through.

**ANNOUNCEMENT: If you've read Cursed with Power and there was a scene that really stood out to you, email me and I'll post the scene on this blog.  This is a new & exciting way for us to connect!

As I've said before, I have made countless changes to the book.  These changes have not only been the ones I mentioned earlier, but also the major changes I made after the first draft of the book.  The beginning, the characters, the ending... Everything.  There is so much that I revised, but revisions are far from over.  Over the past couple of days, Celestria and I have both come to a new realization.  What she and I both realized is also yet something else that needs to be worked out in the book because right now it is there... but there's some sticks and rocks that need to be moved out of the way.
Even so, I am pleased there was something else that could be added into Celestria's feelings.  Her and I used to struggle with how she felt about certain matters, but now I think we're much closer to each other than originally from when this first started.
Enough of my rambling, though.  It's time to get down to business.... From here, I have to wait for responses from agents, query more agents, and of course more revisions.  *dies*  It needs to be done.  In the mean time, I'll keep any of you who read this blog somewhat entertained by telling you about the new scenes I added in a few days ago --or was it last week? Eh, I don't remember anymore--and I will also try to fit in time to review a few different matters here and there.
In other words, expect a post (or posts) about the new scenes and a new post & review about Alaire Sencler.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll start talking about Esmour.
Either way, I've hopefully have a few different topics to talk about and discuss while I'm editing and querying.  If I only posted about revisions, I think we all would get bored, so I'll save you from that.  Until then, I have more revisions to return to.
The first book in the series:
Cursed with Power
Power, love, hearbreak...
Violence, screaming, blood...
His eyes rolled back into his head. I had done this.
Read the book on inkpop: here.

Coming next.... the sequel and second book in the series:
New Life
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"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Thirst for power

There are magicians in this world who only care about one thing: Power.  Power is something they can't have enough of, and once they have it there's no turning back.
Actually... I remember what it was like to have that thirst.  It was a desire, a need, a cure.  Of course, I don't expect you to understand.

As I said in my last post, there are several announcements I wanted to make so I decided I would announce all new.... uhh news.... here.  Not that anyone looks at this blog anymore, but I can have my hopes and dreams.  Right?
First off, I've added new scenes to Cursed with Power.  At this rate, I'm thinking that perhaps I'll reach close to 200 pages while editing this book like there's no tomorrow.  I haven't updated the new scenes onto the book's page yet (on inkpop, I mean); however, I will as soon as I can.  I'm not going to reveal anything about these new scenes.  All I'm going to say is you have to read them for yourself to enjoy the material I've added.
Besides everything going on with CWP, I've been thinking a lot about New Life.  Let me just say right now that I will really have a lot on my hands once I start writing that book.  For those of you who have read the ending of CWP, you can agree with me when I say there is a lot left to be discovered in the next four books in the series.  Honestly I don't even know where to begin with New Life because there's so much I need to figure out first.  Wish me luck?
I'm really glad that those of you who have read the ending of CWP were pleased with it, though now I've heard a lot about the sequel.  I have no idea when I will begin New Life.  Please just try to keep in mind that there is still a lot of work I have left to do with CWP, especially since lately I've been adding in new material while editing.  On the bright side, I'm having my critique partner read my entire book while we're on spring break and hopefully when I go back to school she and I will be able to work out the problems in CWP.  (Yes, believe it or not, there are many more errors than I would ever be able to realize by myself).
Once I have my synopsis written for CWP I'm planning to begin querying agents --as in really querying them day and night.  Please keep your fingers crossed for me because now that I'm here, there's no turning back.
Cursed with Power
Power, love, heartbreak...
Violence, screaming, blood...
His eyes rolled back into his head.  I had done this.

Aldemund leaned over, warning him not to stand. “Have you not listened to a single word I've said?  I found a Dark magician, and she is roaming the streets without anyone stopping her.”
            “Just tell me... How do you know she's one of them?” Wilhem asked with terror filling his eyes.
            “Because I fought her, and believe me she is too good to be working alone.  I cannot say if she lived from the battle we engaged in, but one can never be too cautious.” Aldemund stepped away from Wilhem and looked outside of the tavern.  The sky was growing dark, yet he sensed it was more than the weather changing.  While he hated to admit that he had lost a battle, he also knew that he could find Celestria again.  When he did there would not be anyone to stop him.  She would break, scream, and die in a matter of minutes.

Read the book here: link.

Coming next...
New Life
Léal had changed his looks because he wanted to; he was forced to change his life because he had to.
"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.


Magic has no master.  You can’t hope to control it, and no matter how long you read ancient writings you will never understand it.  Magic is the one thing in life that has no answer.  Do not try to control your powers.  Let your powers become a part of your 
soul; that way you are bonded in the strongest way possible.

Once again I just happened to come across a picture and thought it was time to post another possible quote that may be included in one of the books.  Everything else I have to say will be in my next post.
"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

True love and passion

No matter what anyone tells you, remember this: You are a woman with a heart and soul.  The choices you make in this lifetime are yours and yours alone.  If you love him, and I mean truly love him to the point where you would die in agony without him, then do not waste another second.  Run to him, dove, because when someone means that to you there is nothing that should stand in your way.

This is just another possible quote.  Once again I can’t give away much, but I hope you liked it.  I promise I'll try to actually post something longer than this soon, but tomorrow I might be busy and Monday... Eh, let's just see what happens.

"There's a lot that I want." He said. He smirked as he said it like he knew he was pushing my patience.