Showing posts with label Teen Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teen Fantasy. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2016

Guest Post: Lisa Morrow

Today, I have fellow author Lisa Morrow on the blog to chat with us a little about her process and books. I recently read Lisa's The Sea Goddess, and I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a quick fantasy read. Anyway, without further ado, here's Lisa!


Rosie Somers told me her readers love to hear about how authors are inspired, so that’s the topic of my blog post today.  I hope you enjoy it!

 

How does inspiration strike?  Is it like lightning?  You’re walking along and suddenly an idea hits you out of nowhere!  Maybe, some of the time, but ideas tend to come to me in a number of different ways.

1.      A Seed is Planted

a.      Someone approached me about writing a story about a female superhero.  Over the next few days, I started and stopped multiple stories before an idea formed. At the base of it, it was what the woman’s power would be, but it slowly grew.  I’d create a flawed character, who is constantly given horrible choices to make, but there’s rarely an answer that is clearly the right one. 

b.      That night, I wrote until one in the morning.  Over the next couple of weeks, I went back to the story every few days, reading and editing.  Then, I sent it to a few close friends and family, got feedback, edited it, and made changes.   Next, I submitted to my critique group and did the same.  And thus, my story was created.  (It’ll be coming out in a few months, in an anthology with other writers).

c.       This story is one of my favorites to date.  Usually, I think of a character first, and fall in love with him or her.  It creates someone who feels like a real person, but I also often have trouble being too “cruel” to my beloved character.  Starting this way, I was able to throw some truly tough curve balls, which made for an exciting and unexpected story.

2.      Changing Perspectives

a.      My series, The Protectors of Tarak, is set in a place where women are typically forced into traditional roles.  Their only escape is if they have magic and are able to become a Protector.  One night I was thinking about how different it would be to have a female character who lives in a world where she has the same freedoms as a man.  So, I focused on another part of my world, The Bloody Isles.  This place is rougher… a combination of Ireland and ancient Vikings (which is a blast), and Dessi’s series was born.

3.      Something Shiny

a.      Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of villains who are “hot.”  This always leaves a bad taste in my mouth.  I don’t want every “bad guy” to be wretched looking, but my sense of right and wrong starts pinging.  It isn’t fair, bad people shouldn’t look good… which is how the series I’m currently working on sparked to life.   I see something or notice something, and as I’m washing dishes, or going through my day, an idea starts to form.

There are plenty of ways ideas come to you, but the most important thing to do is to actually sit down and start writing when inspiration strikes.  Halfway through, you may realize… “uh, this kind of sounds like Harry Potter,” or something equally popular, and you’ll be kicking yourself for the wasted time.  Or you may realize, “ugh, this idea kind of stinks.”  But then, you’ll have other times when you start writing and realize that your idea is awesome.  And in that moment, all your hard work will be worth it.

 

Want to read an awesome young adult fantasy novel?  Check out “To Kill a Wizard” by Lisa Morrow (free with Kindle Unlimited):

When eighteen-year-old Rose is chosen to join a mysterious order of women known as The Protectors, she hopes to escape a forced marriage and a miserable life. Instead, she unveils the dark secrecy surrounding The Protectors, and uncovers the horrific truth behind their power source. With her loyalty in tatters and her best friend’s life held hostage, she must learn to unlock the powerful magic slumbering deep inside her.

 But time is running out.

 The Undead Wizards, a dangerous enemy, have re-emerged from the Underworld, plunging The Protectors and the kingdom into a brutal war. Unfortunately, The Fates' decree, that Rose is the answer to the war, may cost her more than she ever imagined. To win, she must decide whether to join them and betray the man she loves, or risk the annihilation of all she holds dear.

 

About Lisa Morrow

Lisa Morrow is a life-long reader who treasures fantasy in all forms. Being a middle child in a large family gave her a unique perspective on the world, but few experiences compare to her time spent studying abroad in Cambridge, England and wandering throughout Europe.

After her travels, Lisa settled down in Arizona to teach junior high English, and later, to spend time with her young children, husband, and cats. To some people, her life may seem quiet. But to her, every day is spent in a world colored by the imagination of children, and fantastical worlds created by her very own mind.

Where to Find Me…

Website: www.lisamorrowbooks.wordpress.com/

Twitter: @LisaMorrowBooks

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003385210975

Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Morrow/e/B00X6S1EM6/

 

 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Release Day: Perfekt Control by S. T. Bende


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PERFEKT CONTROL
THE ÆRE SAGA: BOOK TWO


Genre: Upper YA Paranormal/Fantasy (Norse Mythology)


Release Date: TODAY!! February 9, 2016


Back Cover Copy


Rule the realms.


Brynn Aksel is a valkyrie—a battle goddess tasked with protecting both the God of War and the future of Asgard. She fends off giants and dark elves with an iron fist, a glossy smile, and no less than perfekt control. She’s focused one hundred percent on rising through the valkyrie ranks, and not at all on her lifelong crush on Henrik Andersson—the one guy in all the realms who could be her undoing.


Henrik serves as War’s other bodyguard, and he’s too focused on protecting their shared charge to realize that Brynn’s a girl. When an unprecedented surge of darkness abducts the Goddess of Love, Brynn’s already-steely focus is singularly directed on her new assignment—accompany Henrik to recover the realms’ source of light before the cosmos descends into chaos.


While battling demons, dragons, and the not-quite dead, it becomes clear that immortality does not equal invincibility. And when Hel herself puts a hit on Brynn, the valkyrie has to decide if staying in control is worth losing everything for . . . or if it’s time to rule the realms.


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Perfekt Control Excerpt:


“Sorry we’re late.” Elsa rubbed her hands on her leggings. “There’s a teensy situation at the portal.”
Every god in the room snapped to immediate attention. The mortal simply stopped breathing.
“What do you mean ‘a situation?’” Henrik pushed off the couch and stepped slightly in front of me. I jumped up and moved around him so we stood side by side.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“We’re not exactly sure.” A V formed between Forse’s brows. “It’s been sparking for the last hour. Tiny electric currents are shooting off the outline of the portal, traveling roughly three meters on due south, then disappearing before they hit the ground. We don’t understand what’s absorbing the energy. We would have come over sooner, but we didn’t want to ruin the party.”
“Disappearing?” Henrik’s frown matched Forse’s. “That’s not right. If the portal’s being activated, the current should flow to the dirt and ground itself. At least, that’s what it did last time.”
“I know. I wouldn’t believe it unless I saw it.” Forse shifted in the entryway.
I tapped Henrik’s exceedingly firm shoulder. Great Odin’s ravens, how much was he benching these days? “Um, could your blocker be doing it?”
“Huh? Oh! Right.” Recognition dawned in Henrik’s eyes. “I installed the prototype of a new blocker that should provide an extra level of security.” Henrik glanced at Tyr. “But I haven’t locked down the tech. Maybe it’s short circuiting because of the rain?”
“It’s not raining yet,” Elsa countered. “Forecast says tomorrow. You sure that’s it?”
“No.” Henrik paused. “We should go check it out.”
The front door burst open, knocking Forse out of the way. He caught his footing and turned, shielding Elsa with his body. Tyr, Henrik and I leapt into action. I threw myself in front of Mia and herded her back into the living room, while Henrik opened the weapons closet and threw a sword at Tyr. Tyr plucked it out of the air and stood en garde, while Henrik aimed the crossbow he’d chosen at the intruder.
Oh, skit. Here we go again.


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AUTHOR BIO:
Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, S.T. Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (where she became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the books of The Elsker Saga and The Ære Saga. She hopes her characters make you smile, and she dreams of skiing on Jotunheim and Hoth.
Find S.T. on Twitter @stbende, her website (www.stbende.com), or Facebook (www.facebook.com/stbende). While you're at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr and @TyrFredriksen -- when they’re not saving the cosmos from dark elves, they love meeting new friends . . . especially the human kind.
Want to connect with fellow Norse god fans? S.T.'s readers have created a Facebook group! Head over to the RagnaRockstars page to chat with other readers, talk with S.T., and get access to exclusive content... including Ull POVs and sneak peeks at upcoming Ære Saga books!


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Friday, January 8, 2016

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX


Soundtrack: Chains, Nick Jonas 

Roman

Katie was alone on the terrace when I stepped through the doors. My stomach twisted in a fit of nerves the second I saw her, and I ducked into the shadows behind the french doors. Now, not only was I awkward and shy, but creepy, too. I couldn’t bring myself to step out into the light, though. What if she turned around and saw me? What if she recognized me behind the old motorcycle gear and two-sizes-too-big-for-me leather boots I’d pilfered from my father’s closet? I removed the helmet and checked the mask over my face, testing its security and position under my sunglasses, then relaxed once I’d reassured myself my face was still mostly hidden.
 
The music spilled out through the open doors, a soft, slow number that existed in perfect harmony with the beauty and peace of the dark terrace. The setting was like a world all our own. I let my gaze rove over her in a way I wouldn’t have had she known I was there—committing her every feature, every curve to memory. I fought the urge to remove my sunglasses to get a better look at her. I needed that extra layer of protection, even if for my own comfort. She was like a princess with the moonlight shining down on her, giving her blonde waves a silvery tone and lighting her skin as if the moon was a spotlight designed just for her. Even though she was facing away from me, looking down at the pool area, I could almost picture her soft, full lips with their pink pout, her gray-blue eyes with their exotic tear-drop shape, her button nose, and high cheekbones. She was perfection. And I was unworthy.
 
I shouldn’t have come; I didn’t belong here. Doubts crowded in on me, and I shuffled back toward the entrance to the ballroom. Maybe I could escape quickly, and she would never know I’d been here. My too-large boot scuffed the ground, and I froze, hoping she hadn’t heard.
 
She whirled with a startled smile, probably ready to greet whoever she found there. Her smile faltered when she saw me, but was back in full force when she spotted the helmet in my hand. “Hi!” She called and lifted her hand in a small wave.
 
“Hi,” I repeated. I hadn’t intended to use a lower register, but my voice sounded deeper, more gravelly. Maybe it was from a subconscious effort to disguise any defining detail about myself. I didn’t belong here. I wasn’t one of the cool kids. Sure, she’d invited me, but Brad had driven the point home that I just didn’t fit in with Katie’s crowd. She was so far out of my league, we weren’t even playing the same sport.
 
Katie tilted her head to the side, giving my person a slow perusal from head to toe and back again. I needed to say something, anything, to distract her from what was clearly an attempt to identify me.
 
“Like what you see?” I bit my tongue the second the words were out of my mouth. What was wrong with me? I didn’t talk like that.
 
Katie smiled that slightly crooked grin of hers. “And what if I do?”
 
Her words sent a little thrill through me, chasing away the worst of my nerves. Maybe I could pull this off. I was pretty well disguised, after all. Maybe, just for tonight, I could pretend I really was this devil-may-care biker. I could talk to Katie—flirt with Katie—like I couldn’t do when I was just me. I set my helmet down, checked the position of my mask over my face again, and pushed my sunglasses a little higher on my nose. Then I took a step toward her. “Well, then I would say the feeling is mutual.”
 
Her smile softened into an almost self-conscious smirk, and she lifted a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She smoothed the other hand down the fabric of her dress. “Who are—”
 
“Want to dance?” I cut her question off before she could ask it, avoiding the awkward place it would have left us when I tried not to answer. I held out my hand like I expected her to say yes.
 
She didn’t disappoint, crossing the terrace in graceful steps and placing a small hand in mine. I pulled her into my arms in a move I’d only ever seen in movies—and never imagined I’d actually use myself. She seemed to melt against me, molding her body to mine, and laying her cheek to my chest.
 
Then she took a deep breath and released it on a soft sigh. “You smell really good,” She whispered the words against my jacket. It was all the invitation I needed. I tightened my arms around her and began a gentle sway to the beat of the music. Katie followed my lead, moving with me as if we were one person, fluid, coordinated, perfectly in time with one another.
 
When the song ended and another began, I didn’t skip a beat, just shifted into a new sway, a new set of slow moves with her in my arms. I would dance like this all night if Katie let me, but I wanted more. I wanted to live this fantasy to the fullest.
I wanted to kiss her.
 
I was a man on a mission, expertly guiding our dance steps toward the shadows until I had Katie safe within the darkness behind the patio doors. I slowed my dance moves and softly pressed Katie against the brick wall behind her. I couldn’t see her face through my sunglasses, and I took a chance that it would be dark enough to hide my features if I lifted them out of the way, setting them on top of my head. With the glasses out of the way, I still couldn’t make out the details of her face. Hopefully, that meant that she couldn’t make out mine either.
 
Emboldened by that idea, I slipped my half-mask down under my chin. The air was cool on my face, sending little prickles of awareness across my lips as I imagined pressing them against Katie’s. Finally, I worked up the nerve to make my move.
 
I dipped my head and laid the softest of kisses across her mouth. I wanted more, wanted to show her in my kiss exactly how I felt about her, but I didn’t have the guts for that. So, I moved slow, came in for a second soft kiss, and slipped my tongue out to tease over her lips. She parted them on a gasp, and I took that as my cue to deepen the kiss.
 
Kissing Katie was like coming home, it was comfort and sweetness and exhilaration all at once. I swirled my tongue over hers, and she reciprocated, giving as much as she was taking. When I finally pulled back, she nipped playfully at my bottom lip.
 
“You’re a good… dancer.” She broke the silence, but her soft voice didn’t break the mood.
I chuckled at her compliment. “Back at ya.”
 
Eventually, the beat picked up, and unable to justify holding her close anymore, I let my arms fall away from her. I was quick to move my mask back into place and pull my sunglasses down over my eyes before I took a step back.
 
Katie’s expression was almost regretful as she removed her hands from behind my neck and I widened the space between us. “Do I know you?” she asked, eyeing my person with more than just passing scrutiny.
 
The idea that she could figure out who I was set off a firestorm of nervous energy in my veins, and I shoved my hands deep into my pockets to keep from fidgeting. “No,” I told her, and I wasn’t entirely lying. She didn’t really know anything about me.
 
“What’s your name?” She stepped forward, and I instinctively took a step backward.
 
“Eli.” I gave her my middle name, also not a lie.
 
“Eli…” she repeated, watching me consideringly. “Are you sure we haven’t met? You seem so familiar.”
 
I had to get out of there before she figured me out. “I, uh, gotta hit the road, but thanks for the dance, princess.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I spun on my heels and all but ran for the terrace doors, snatching my helmet up and shoving it onto my head as I fled. I zig-zagged through the crowd inside the ersatz ballroom, and was out the front door and racing down the marathon of steps in no time flat.
 
“Wait, Eli!” Katie’s voice sounded from somewhere behind me, somewhere too close for comfort. I was only about halfway to the bottom, and I lost my concentration—and my footing. My foot slid out of my boot, and I stumbled down a handful of steps before catching myself.
 
I froze, unsure if I should go back for my boot or just keep going. The click-clacking of Katie’s heels on the stone steps as she descended after me made up my mind for me. I righted myself and took off again, limping my way down the stairs two at a time. Dad’s motorcycle seemed a hundred miles away, but I finally made it. I swung a leg over and kicked it upright in one smooth move. The engine turned over easily, and revved dramatically when I took off. I tried hard not to look at Katie on my way by, but my gaze drifted to her without my consent. She stood at the bottom of the steps, her expression both sad and confused, and for a moment, I considered staying, telling her the truth, risking my heart for the possibility that she might feel the same way about me as I felt about her.
 
But at the last second, I caught site of Brad coming down the steps behind her, and his arrival on the scene knocked me back into my place. Katie and I were from two different worlds, and I’d made a huge mistake forgetting that.



Chapter Seven



Monday, November 16, 2015

Cover Reveal: Perfekt Control by S. T. Bende


COVER REVEAL



PERFEKT CONTROL
THE ÆRE SAGA: BOOK TWO

Genre: Upper YA Paranormal/Fantasy (Norse Mythology)

Release Date: February 9, 2016

Back Cover Copy

Rule the realms.

Brynn Aksel is a valkyrie—a battle goddess tasked with protecting both the God of War and the future of Asgard. She fends off giants and dark elves with an iron fist, a glossy smile, and no less than perfekt control. She’s focused one-hundred-percent on rising through the valkyrie ranks, and not at all on her lifelong crush on Henrik Andersson—the one guy in all the realms who could be her undoing.

Henrik serves as War’s other bodyguard, and he’s too focused on protecting their shared charge to realize that Brynn’s a girl. When an unprecedented surge of darkness abducts the Goddess of Love, Brynn’s already-steely focus is singularly directed on her new assignment—accompany Henrik to recover the realms’ source of light before the cosmos descends into chaos.

While battling demons, dragons, and the not-quite-dead, it becomes clear that immortality does not equal invincibility. And when Hel herself puts a hit on Brynn, the valkyrie has to decide if staying in control is worth losing everything . . . or if it’s time to rule the realms.

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Add PERFEKT CONTROL to your Goodreads TBR

AUTHOR BIO:
Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, S.T. Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the books of The Elsker Saga and The Ære Saga. She hopes her characters make you smile and that one day, waffles will be considered a health food.

Find S.T. on Twitter @stbende, her website (www.stbende.com), or send her an e-mail. While you're at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr and @TyrFredriksen -- when they’re not saving the cosmos from dark elves, they love meeting new friends . . . especially the human kind.

Want to connect with fellow Norse god fans? S.T.'s readers have created a Facebook group! Head over to the RagnaRockstars page to chat with other readers, talk with S.T., and get access to exclusive content... including Ull POVs and sneak peeks at upcoming Ære Saga books!

AUTHOR LINKS
Connect with ST Bende at:

TUR is currently available for FREE to newsletter subscribers!

Skål, y’all!






Friday, November 13, 2015

Guest Post: Jennifer Novotney--On Finding an Agent

 

Today, I have the honor of having Jennifer Novotney, author of the award-winning Winter in the Soul series on my blog to celebrate her latest release, Infinite Spring. She was kind enough to write a guest post on her experience finding an agent.

Jennifer Novotney

Author of the Winter in the Soul Series

I had been looking for an agent throughout my entire writing career. As most writers know, signing with a literary agent is really a dream come true. After I finished my first book, Winter in the Soul, I began my search. I followed the usual process of sending query letters, but that was a difficult road filled with rejection. That’s when I turned to Twitter. Nowadays, writers have more options than ever to get recognized. There are several Twitter pitch parties where writers can query a vast amount of agents, editors, and publishers in a short amount of time. This is how I found my current publisher, Anaiah Press.
 
It was only after the completion of my second book, Infinite Spring, that I garnered the attention of literary agents. Winter in the Soul won a Children’s Moonbeam Book Award and Infinite Spring was set to release in a few months. I found myself in the perfect situation to attract the perfect agent.  I was pitching a children’s book during a Twitter pitch party when I came across an agent I have never seen before. When an agent is interested in finding out more about a manuscript during one of these parties, that agent normally favorites the tweet with the writer’s pitch. This agent did not favorite one of my tweets, however, I did not let that stop me from querying her the traditional way.
 
I decided to formally query her about my current project and found her to be very responsive. We wrote back-and-forth for a little over a week and realized that we worked quite well together. I am not the typical author and she is not the typical literary agent. We formed a solid friendship and have been working together ever since.
 
I wanted to share my experience in finding my literary agent to show that there are more ways than one to find representation. I hope this will inspire other writers to look outside the box and keep their hopes up. Success doesn’t happen overnight, but it does happen for those who persevere.

 

 
 
 
Blurb:
As the Black Kingdom spreads, Lilika attempts to save the land from destruction. But is it too late?
With the golden forsythia in hand, Lilika and Talon must work together to plant it before powerful Cyperus and his mallow close in on Summer Harvest and Spring Bloom. Transformed by her recent discoveries, Lilika puts her own safety at risk in hopes of taking down the Black Kingdom. She is their only hope at redemption and the only one with the knowledge to defeat them.
In this breathtaking fantasy sequel to Winter in the Soul, Lilika finds herself trapped in the grip of the Black Kingdom where one mistake could cost her everything, but the right move just might save everyone she loves.
Release Date:
July 7th, 2015
 
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© 2015 Jennifer Novotney
 
CHAPTER ONE
Winter in the Soul
Lilika stood in the upstairs guest room of her cousin Malachite’s house, looking out the window. The house was old and creaky, but she loved it all the same. The snow drifted down from the sky like tiny pieces of paper. Her gaze followed one snowflake to the next, wishing she could catch each and every one of them to save in her pocket. She’d put everything about Wits in her pocket if she could. It was so beautiful here, but so cold. Even standing by the window gave her the chills. She pressed her palm against the glass. It was cold as ice. She quickly pulled it away and crossed her arms.
They’d only been in Wits a short time, but she was beginning to get used to having family around. She still had a mission. She needed to plant the forsythia around the land as soon as possible to stop the Black Kingdom from spreading. It was a big task, and Cyperus was no joke. She could definitely wait to come face to face with him again. She had to admit she was partially glad her father suggested they go back and rest up for the long journey back home.
“You know, I’m really going to miss you, Lilika.”
She turned around, and Malachite stood in the doorway.
“I know. I’m going to miss you, too. It seems like we just found each other and now we have to leave.” Lilika sighed.
“Will you come back to visit? I know my mother would love that. We don’t see much family.” Malachite leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms.
“Sure, if I can convince my dad.”
“Malachite?” a woman called from down the hallway.
“Who’s that?” Lilika narrowed her eyes.
“Is she down here?” the woman called again.
“It’s my grandmother.” Malachite turned toward the hallway and called over his shoulder, “Yes, Grandma Poppy! We’re in here!”
“Oh good!” Poppy appeared next to him and tried to push him out of the way. “Well, come on now and move over. I can’t very well get in past you like this.”
“Oh sorry.” Malachite chuckled and backed up to let her through. Poppy was a small woman who looked to be in her eighties, but she had a big personality. Lilika could already tell that just by her entrance. She didn’t seem like one to let anybody push
her around. She was wearing a long, cream-colored dress that peeked out under a grey, floor length sweater over it. She gripped the collar of the sweater closed tight around her neck. Her lips were a soft pink color, and her barely wrinkled skin looked smooth for her age. Her crystal blue eyes zeroed in on Lilika.
“So, this is your cousin, huh?” Poppy came very close to inspect Lilika. “You’ll have to excuse me. My vision isn’t what it used to be.”
“That’s okay. It’s nice to meet you.” Lilika smiled and held out her hand.
“You can call me Poppy. That’s what all the kids use.” Was she another long lost family member? Was this her father’s mother? Lilika’s stomach danced, and she widened her smile. “So are you my grandmother, too?”
“Oh, no dear. Sorry. I’m from Malachite’s father’s side.”
“Oh.” Come to think of it, she’d never heard Malachite mention his father. Her gaze moved to him. “Your father? Is he here?”
Malachite shook his head. “No, he’s out on an expedition. He won’t be back for another week or so.”
Her smile dropped along with her hopes of meeting him. “Well, that’s too bad.”
“Another time maybe.” Poppy’s gaze drifted down to Lilika’s locket, and she pointed to it. “Oh, I see you’ve got one, too.” She looked at Malachite over her shoulder. “Did you take her to see it yet?”
“Yes, Poppy, I did.” He nodded. “And? What did you think, Lilika? That magical golden forsythia is something, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. It sure is.” Somehow, that came out more sarcastic than she’d anticipated. Her cheeks got hot, and she laughed nervously. “I mean, it is quite beautiful, all those bright flowers together like that. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s… it’s magnificent is what it is.”
Poppy glared at Lilika for a little too long. Her sweet expression seemed to turn in an instant, and her gaze stayed glued on Lilika. “Malachite, why don’t you give me a few minutes alone with Lilika.”
Malachite stood up straighter and furrowed his brows as if he was put off by her request. “Okay. We’ll talk more later, then, Lilika.”
“Sure. I’ll see you downstairs.” She waved to Malachite. Well, this couldn’t be good.
He left and shut the door behind him. Lilika stood as still as a statue. The room was so quiet she could only focus on her pounding heartbeat.
Poppy came closer and whispered, “What do you know, dear?”
“Me?” She put her hand to her chest and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Oh, don’t you play dumb with me. I can see it in your eyes. You know more than the others. There’s something different about you.” Poppy tilted her head and examined Lilika’s face.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.” Lilika’s stomach filled with a thousand butterflies. Suddenly, the golden forsythia burned a hole in her pocket. She seriously
thought it would catch flame. “Did you see one?” Poppy craned her neck forward, her eyes wide.
“See one what?”
“A Welkin.”
“A what?” Lilika crinkled her nose. It sounded like something horrible.
“So, you don’t know about the Welkins then, huh? I was sure you had met one by the look on your face.”
“The Welkins? I’ve never heard of them.” Lilika narrowed her eyes.
“Oh yes. The Welkins were a mighty force when they were around.”
“Where are they now?”
“They took to the waters when the blackness was prophesized.”
“The blackness,” Lilika said flatly. That she knew about. It was the Black Kingdom led by the worst one of all, Cyperus. It was the exact reason she’d taken a golden forsythia plant from the dome in Winter in the Soul in the first place. She thought disbursing it around the land would’ve destroyed the Black Kingdom. She’d only planted one forsythia so far, so she really couldn’t be sure that was the answer.
“Have you seen it?” Poppy put her warm hand on top of Lilika’s.
She hesitated. “Seen it?”
“Yes, dear. The blackness. The Black Kingdom. Have you seen it?”
She had, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to divulge that to Poppy. “I…”
“Come on dear, you can tell me.” Poppy’s expression softened.
Lilika exhaled softly. “I have. I went through it on the way here.”
Poppy’s eyes widened, and she leaned back. “Did you? My, I’ve never seen it. Only heard about it. What’s it like?”
“Well, consider yourself lucky. It’s not a place I recommend visiting. It’s dark and frightening. Not a really welcoming place at all. There are creatures there I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”
Poppy’s wrinkled lips curved into a smile, and she patted Lilika’s hand. “You know what, dear? I like you.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Lilika shrugged.
“Oh no, that’s a compliment. I don’t normally like many people like this, and that’s why I’m going to give you some advice.”
“Okay.”
Poppy leaned in close and whispered, “Stay as far away from here as possible.”
“What?”
“Just trust me, dear, and never come back. Take an old woman’s word for it.”
“But why?”
“It’s for your own good. You seem like such a sweet girl. You don’t want to get wrapped up with what’s going on around here.” She pointed to the window.
“What is going on here?” She desperately wanted to know more about all of it and something told her Poppy was just the one to inform her.
“Oh, I don’t know if we have time to get into all of that.” Poppy leaned back and pursed her lips.
Lilika had pushed too much. She wasn’t here to make enemies. She just might need Poppy’s wisdom in the future. “Of course. I understand. Well, do you think you can tell me more about the Welkins? Surely we have time for that.” Lilika stared hopefully at Poppy.
“What do you want to know?”
“This is the first I’ve ever heard of them. You said they live in the water?”
Poppy nodded. “Yes, they are the oldest, wisest living beings across our lands. They used to live all around us, but then they predicted a blackness would overtake our lands. So, they moved underwater to avoid it.”
“Underwater? But how do they survive?”
Poppy shrugged. “They have their ways.”
“And did it work? Are they safe from the Black Kingdom?”
“For now.”
“So they predicted that the Black Kingdom would spread before it ever even happened?”
“They did.” Poppy nodded.
“Wow. Do you think they know how to stop it?”
Poppy arched her brow. “Stop it?”
“Yes, the Black Kingdom. I mean, is there a way to stop it?”
Poppy threw her hands up, her palms facing upwards. “Who knows? They are quite elusive and would be hard to find anyway. Even if you did find them, you might not understand their wisdom.”
“Have you seen them before?”
Poppy’s gaze caught Lilika’s. “Yes.”
“Where? When?” Lilika leaned toward her.
“When it was only us in Winter in the Soul. When we were all together as one. There was no Summer Harvest or Spring Bloom. It was just us. Things were simpler then, you know.”
A knock at the door broke Lilika’s concentration. “Come in,” Poppy called out. Lilika’s father opened the door and poked his head in. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No, it’s fine, Sage. I was just getting to know your wonderful daughter here.” Poppy tapped Lilika’s knee.
“Well, we are leaving soon, Lilika. So get your things together.”
“Okay Dad.” That was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d rather stay there and talk to Poppy all day, picking her brain. She knew so much about how things had progressed to their current situation.
Poppy rose from the bed. “Remember what I told you, Lilika. It’s for your own good.” She slowly made her way out of the room past Lilika’s father.
“What was that about?” He looked over at her.
Lilika shrugged and shook her head. “Nothing.”
* * * *
“Do you have all your things?” Lilika’s Aunt Holly cleared the plates from the table after their breakfast. “Yes, I think so. Thanks for the meal. It was delicious.” Lilika hadn’t brought much, so it wasn’t hard to put her stuff together.
“Yes, thank you, Holly.” Sage wiped his face clean with a napkin.
“Here, let me help you with those.” Talon rose from his chair at the table and grabbed a few dishes. He carried them to sink with Holly.
“So, do you feel ready to go?” Lilika’s father turned to her and rubbed her back.
“I guess so. I’m really going to miss my family though. Can’t we stay a little longer? The weather’s been so bad, I still have so much to see here.”
“Lilika, you know we can’t. Your mother and brother miss us too much. They need us back home as soon as possible. We were only supposed to be gone for a few nights. This trip has dragged on much longer than expected.”
“I know. Did your letters get to Mama?”
“Yes, I just heard back from her. She is anxiously awaiting our return.”
Lilika missed her mother and brother, Jet, too, but she had to admit some great things happened on this trip. Her gaze landed on Talon’s and when he smiled at her, she felt warm inside. She would miss him most of all and had to figure out a way to see him again as soon as she could. “Okay, I think you’re all set.” Malachite descended the stairs. “The weather looks to have calmed, so I think this is a good time to travel back to Summer Harvest.”
Lilika was happy the weather had turned worse over the last week since it gave her more time in Wits. She secretly wished for more wind and snow to extend their visit.
“Well, I’m sorry to see you go, but hopefully we can visit again soon.” Holly came over and hugged Lilika. “Yeah, that would be great.” She forced a smile. Sage came over to Lilika and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you and Talon go check on the forsythia you planted before the storm. Make sure it looks okay, and I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Lilika whispered back. She rose from her seat and walked over to Malachite. “Thanks for everything. It was great meeting you and getting to know you better. Hopefully, we’ll see each other soon.”
“It was pretty fun. Until next time.” Malachite smiled and hugged her.
“Yeah, thanks for everything.” Talon shook Malachite’s hand.
“Any time. I hope you have safe travels back home.” Malachite patted Talon on the back. After a few more hugs and goodbyes from Aunt Holly, Lilika and Talon left the house. Walking away, a pit formed at the bottom of Lilika’s stomach. She’d miss them, but she’d miss Talon even more than she could fathom. “Are you excited to get home soon?” Lilika glanced at Talon as they walked through the snow.
“Yeah, I guess I am. It will be good to be back home and see my mom, but I’ll miss you.” His chocolate brown eyes landed on her. Lilika’s cheeks warmed. “I’ll miss you too, but we’re not leaving right away. We have to plant the forsythia first in Summer Harvest.”
“Well, that’s true, but I’ll still miss you.” Talon reached out and grabbed her hand. He helped Lilika through the line of trees leaving Wits. As they got closer to the spot, the golden forsythia sparkled bright even though there was no sun.
“There!” She pointed. “There they are!”
“Yeah, I see them. They look like they’re doing pretty well to me.”
Lilika nodded. “They do.”
They hurried to the plants. Lilika took one in her hand, careful not to break it off. “They’re amazing, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they really are. Do you think this will work? Do you think it will stop the Black Kingdom?”
Lilika shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try, right? At this point, only time will tell, but we’ve got a few more plants still. We’ve got to spread as much as we can as quickly as we can.”
“I know.”
“Lilika! Talon!” Sage called from behind them.
Lilika glanced over her shoulder, and he waved her over.
“Come on, we’d better go. We’ve got a long walk ahead of us.” Talon took her hand and started off toward Sage.
Lilika followed, but reluctantly. Poppy’s words rolled around in her mind. The Welkins. She’d never heard of them before, but their story made her curious. She stared off to her right. Something about that direction pulled her eye there. A thick fog encompassed the area, and she couldn’t see much. The only body of water she’d ever known was the river at the edge of Spring Bloom. If Poppy was right, there must be an even larger body of water out past Wits. What did the Welkins know about the Black Kingdom that she didn’t? How did they thrive under the water? Curiosity consumed her, and she just had to find out more.
“Come on, Lilika.” Her father waved her on. “We’re going this way.” Her gaze followed where he pointed, and she hoped it wasn’t through the Black Kingdom.
 
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Jennifer Novotney is the author of the Winter in the Soul series. She was a 2014 recipient of the Moonbeam Children’s Book Award. Jennifer grew up in Los Angeles, California and attended Northern Arizona University, graduating with highest honors in English. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and daughter.
 
 
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