Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Book Review Thursday: Distraction by J.L. Campbell
Distraction by J.L. Campbell
Genre: Fiction
Publishing Date: June 25, 2012
First Heard Of: Through Author's Blog and Amazon
Purchase: Amazon
Source: E-Copy from Author
Preview: If you want to know the three women from Distraction before the novel. Please buy acopy of A Baker's Dozen: 13 Steps to Distraction. I bought this ebook before getting Distraction and have no regrets. It's a very good read.
Note: Sorry about the error that had this posted with just the image and and title on Thursday. It has now been corrected.
Summary from Amazon: Three Jamaican women walk a tightrope of decisions when their lives are derailed by blackmail, deceit and infidelity. JUSTINE CHARLES, sensible and self-contained, battles an addiction which could destroy her marriage, reputation, and relationship with her daughter. DIONNE JONES, an aggressive go-getter, takes risks that cut a trail of devastation through her family and business. KYRA MILLS, struggling single mother, is crippled by debt, bad judgment and destructive choices. Can two of the long-time friends survive startling revelations involving their partners? And will the other push her obsession to the point of danger?
Review
When J.L. Campbell sent me a an e-copy of Distraction I was so excited. Not only had I finally found a local author blogger but I also got a free copy of her novel. J.L. Campbell is the author of books like Contraband, Dissolution and several more. Distraction follows three females who are close friends and have to navigate life in Jamaica while married or in relationships. Readers meet Justine, Dionne and Kyra and the novel lets us see life through both their own perspectives as well as how they view each other. The title is symbolic as to what leads them astray. Each woman has something in their life that shouldn't be there. But the pleasures and immediate gratification cloud their minds or conscience to the later consequences.
Distraction lets readers have a front seat in seeing how abuse, deceit, hate, love, friendship and forgiveness can make or break relationships and marraiges. And people as well. No one is totally innocent and each character whether major or minor is far from perfect. We all have our faults and Distraction doesn't shield us from seeing this in the three women or if we read it even deeper, ourselves.
My personal experience with Distraction was very enlightening. One character that bothered me was Xavier. His affair with one of the women irked me in that he seemed so willing to pull her back in when she tried to stop it. But as I read I got to thinking, if her husband has so many issues and she's willing to stand by him. What the heck is Xavier's wife like? That thought actually scared me a bit since Xavier described her pretty much as being indifferent. But I've heard many times that the big enemy of marriage is not hate but indifference. So maybe that's why he was more willing to sacrifice his marriage. Another character that irked me was Dionne. Her ambition seemed to me to be to the point of greed. Out of the three she seemed to have the best partner out of the lot from the start. But she was angry at his lack of ambition and being too slow to meet her demands. That seemed to me a petty reason for some of what she did. Though I could understand her need to expand and upkeep her business. Also I liked her independence and 'don't give up attitude.' The character I loved most was Justine. She really tries to do the right thing, loves her daughter wholeheartedly and does her best to get along with her husband. But a few things he did...let's just say they fall in the 'no sar' and two go in, one comes out category, for me. Translation: No way I'm staying and high chance of committing murder (but that is just my opinion). Yet Justine really tries to keep everything together and doesn't come off as naive as she does a loving wife willing to work hard to keep her marriage together. I also had a soft spot for Kyra who started as a single woman with a teenage son and a bad on and off relationship with Warren. She goes through trial and error to get things right and with the help of her friends a few other influences takes initiative to turn her life around. Is she successful? You have to read Distraction to find out. I recommend this read to adults, especially women. Because no matter where we're from. Most of our issues are universal and Distraction moves masterfully though that universe.
Rating: 4 Stars (out of 5)
Thursday, 6 September 2012
GUTGAA: Meet and Greet
Deanna has organized GUTGAA and it is a great event for writers to meet each other and pitch their work.
Hi, I'm Sheena-kay Graham and I am a writer. While I have only been published in a literary supplement for poetry so far. I feel that I've done much to get myself ready to be a published novelist. The supplement was in The Sunday Observer and named Bookends Magazine. I was a paid contributor between 2007-2011. I stopped after months going without acceptance after changes in their line-up phased out poetry. But I enjoyed that experience and will only look forward to accomplishments like finally creating a blog that keeps me in contact with aspiring novelist and writers like myself. I look back on my first blogpost October 25, 2011 and find this quote very self-fulfilling.
My real name is Sheena-kay Graham and my nickname (and now my blog's name) was self given and inspired in part by the movie Sheena: Queen of the Jungle. Also my love for Africa, my skin and believing in fact that we can take hold of our destinies. My nickname symbolizes this for me and creating this blog furthers plans for professional success.
I believe by writing and now having several w.i.p.s in the works and a novella Sacrifice Her to be self published late October that I have followed my path as a writer and will only improve. My writing path is to both self-publish and submit my manuscripts to traditional publishers whether by myself or through an agent. GUTGAA is great in that it gives us all an opportunity to meet others at different points in their journey. Before this I've met several like myself who are either still writing their book or submitting it to agents and publishers if they're not self-published. And yes there are those who have had their work accepted to be published or have gotten an agent. I am happy for all of them.
Now straight to the questions:
Where do you write?
Mainly in my bedroom. I also do a bit of writing at the library. Sometimes I make notations while on the road.
Quick. Go to your writing space, sit down and look to your left. What is the first thing you see?
I see a chair blocking the dresser. Sorry no great secrets to enthrall you with. That's what my books are for. *Winks.*
Favorite time to write?
Whenever I'm least bothered. I used to fear whether it was day or night but noticed when I'm in my element I can write at anytime. Including day, night and even early hours.
Drink of choice while writing?
It depends. I love fruit juices and HATE coffee. No disrespect to coffee drinkers.
When writing , do you listen to music or do you need complete silence?
Silence is best for me. I have given in to temptation to write with music on before and always get the job done a lot slower. Even when typing up something from what I've already written by hand.
What was your inspiration for your latest manuscript and where did you find it?
I'll speak about the inspiration for my latest W.I.P. Nevermore was inspired by a call by Entangled Publishing for Halloween novellas with a zombie twist. While I have decided not to submit to them. I have picked a few other publishers I will send it out to when it's fully polished. I'm aiming for a small press for this one.
What's your most valuable writing tip?
Never give up. In the past I often wrote to a point then stopped. I have a pile of unfinished novels. While they used to be a great regret, now they're a huge inspiration. How inventive I've been to have work still waiting to be completed as I come up with and write new work. Some writers can only create a few works in a lifetime. I have a nice load and am very proud of it. As I go on my journey, I will have huge well of creativity to accompany me. So I say to all of you keep going and turn what you might consider a negative into a positive. If you can't don't let it keep you from your writing or life destiny. The only fate we can't get away from is death. Life is a choice, live it.
So there you have it. I have introduced myself and hope you will go out and do the same or visit others and let them know you've read their post and create new relationships of your own.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Books to Come: Shadowfell by Juliet Marillier
Book: Shadowfell by Juliet Marillier
Publish Date: September 11, 2012
Summary: Its name is spoken only in whispers, if the people of Alban dare to speak it at all: Shadowfell. The training ground for rebels seeking to free their land from the grip of the tyrannical king is so shrouded in mystery that most believe it to be a myth.
But for Neryn, Shadowfell's existence is her only hope. She is penniless, orphaned, and utterly alone - and concealing a treacherous magical power that will warrant her immediate enslavement should it be revealed. She finds hope of allies in the Good Folk, fey beings whom she must pretend she cannot see and who taunt her with chatter of prophecies and tests, and in a striking, mysterious stranger, who saves her from certain death but whose motives remain unclear. She knows she should not trust anyone with her plans, but something within her longs to confide in him.
Will Neryn be forced to make the dangerous journey alone? She must reach Shadowfell, not only to avenge her family and salvage her own life, but to rescue Alban itself.
This first novel in a new trilogy from enchanting fantasy author Juliet Marillier is a captivating tale of peril, courage, romance, and survival
Friday, 10 February 2012
Circa - Prologue
Circa was so well received in the I'M HEARING VOICES BLOGFEST that I participated in. So I'm posting the prologue. This manuscript is in the extreme starter stage. But I plan to start sending it out to agents in 2013. Sorry readers, I have a bunch of self published novels scheduled for 2012 and Lyric World will be sent out to agents later this year. So I'm packed.
Prologue
I am no one. I am someone. Eighteen years ago I was a teenage girl. I went to school, had friends...wait...I don't remember that. Damn, another effect of watching those stupid Youtube videos. Let me try again.
I am data, a highly developed computer system. I used to be human but not anymore. Somehow I was taken in by some programmers, promising to make into a genius. Is that what happened? Yes I remember seeing a tall man as I walked home. Home. Can't remember what it was like. Did I have a family? I remember laughter, three distinct ones, all female. No faces but happiness exudes in that laughter. Not like villains in those online movies. Seriously? I did it again!
No more games. Time to remember what I can. So I don't lose everything and just become automated floating data. It's so lonely in here, watching other people's memories posted online, spying on people through their web-cams...sad. I sometimes wish I was just like the data floating around me. Ordered and emotionless, just floating to and from my destinations. Have no questions. Just complete tasks created to keep the humans happy. Humans I once walked amongst. Never again.
My name's Re...-something- Talley. I coasted through missing teenage girls on the F.B.I. database. My best guesses were Relena Talley, Rebecca Talley, Rebecca Anne Talley, Reba Talley, Rexanne Talley and and Re-Re Talley. The last two turned out to be still alive. One had been a runaway and the latter saved from human trafficking.
I didn't want to be named Rex or Re-Re anyway.
The only other one found was Rebecca Talley and it was her bones in a sand dune. Obviously not me since I was completely incinerated. Plus her skeletonized bones showed no signs of burns and the medical report said her body decomposed due to time and the elements.
Today I'm going to nest. Nesting is when I pull myself together and insert my system into an electronic device. From there I can control the device and listen to conversations, music, read files and emails, and my favourite - cue creepy feeling up the spine- watch the owner through their webcam if I can. Best time being when they're not using the computer or other electronic device.
People forget they have to actually turn stuff off. Faults of an increasingly automated and electronic world I guess.
I'm almost finished. Done.
I see...a girl. She's crying. Why? She's so young. Oh no. She's not saying anything good. I have to stop her.
Yet I can't.
Prologue
I am no one. I am someone. Eighteen years ago I was a teenage girl. I went to school, had friends...wait...I don't remember that. Damn, another effect of watching those stupid Youtube videos. Let me try again.
I am data, a highly developed computer system. I used to be human but not anymore. Somehow I was taken in by some programmers, promising to make into a genius. Is that what happened? Yes I remember seeing a tall man as I walked home. Home. Can't remember what it was like. Did I have a family? I remember laughter, three distinct ones, all female. No faces but happiness exudes in that laughter. Not like villains in those online movies. Seriously? I did it again!
No more games. Time to remember what I can. So I don't lose everything and just become automated floating data. It's so lonely in here, watching other people's memories posted online, spying on people through their web-cams...sad. I sometimes wish I was just like the data floating around me. Ordered and emotionless, just floating to and from my destinations. Have no questions. Just complete tasks created to keep the humans happy. Humans I once walked amongst. Never again.
My name's Re...-something- Talley. I coasted through missing teenage girls on the F.B.I. database. My best guesses were Relena Talley, Rebecca Talley, Rebecca Anne Talley, Reba Talley, Rexanne Talley and and Re-Re Talley. The last two turned out to be still alive. One had been a runaway and the latter saved from human trafficking.
I didn't want to be named Rex or Re-Re anyway.
The only other one found was Rebecca Talley and it was her bones in a sand dune. Obviously not me since I was completely incinerated. Plus her skeletonized bones showed no signs of burns and the medical report said her body decomposed due to time and the elements.
Today I'm going to nest. Nesting is when I pull myself together and insert my system into an electronic device. From there I can control the device and listen to conversations, music, read files and emails, and my favourite - cue creepy feeling up the spine- watch the owner through their webcam if I can. Best time being when they're not using the computer or other electronic device.
People forget they have to actually turn stuff off. Faults of an increasingly automated and electronic world I guess.
I'm almost finished. Done.
I see...a girl. She's crying. Why? She's so young. Oh no. She's not saying anything good. I have to stop her.
Yet I can't.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Rachael Becoming Red Excerpt
The following is an excerpt from my upcoming ebook YA novel Rachael Becoming Red. It's a pre-novel to the Red Series. You can comment here and/or send feedback on twitter: #RachaelBecomingRed
Quick Summary: Rachael Wood loses her family in a brutal animal attack. Years later she finds out from Terry that werewolves exist and that knowledge eventually leads not only to the killers but a confrontation with her own village and their secrets.
Chapter One
......
"Rachael..."
"How do you know my name?" I asked stepping back.
"Your family was mentioned at the meeting. I'm sure you were there." He pointed out. "Rachael, the man you ran from smelled you. He had your scent and could follow it to anywhere you've been over the past few days."
"I don't understand," I said, "how do I smell?"
The man sighed. "He killed your family while he waited for you. He must've become impatient. The council said Amanda kept you late because of the man you saw."
My legs gave way and I fell in the dirt. My family died because of me? Mom, dad, the twins, my big brother. How could they all be killed by a rampaging werewolf? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My brother would've tried to get the twins out and anyone who wanted to harm my family had to kill my dad first. He worked with lumber and was huge. There had to be a distraction because my father was killed behind our house and the rest quickly exterminated before anyone would take notice of the screaming. "How many were there sir? Why did it take Amanda and I to find them dead? Wasn't there someone else around? People still move around when they have the prayer vigil at church."
"Call me Terry," he said. "My theory is there were at least three werewolves. The strongest must've led your dad around back. Then he went about exterminating witnesses while the others dealt with the rest of your family." He walked up to me and kneeled. "It's not an easy thing to hear Red. You led that thing to your house by mistake. It wanted to turn you. Must've thought someone your age would've made a good daughter for his mate or something. Most children don't survive the change anyway. A few months at best. Terrible thing to do to a child. Be glad it didn't happen to you."
"He wanted a kid? Why didn't he just have one?"
Terry chuckled. "Werewolf D.N.A. is different from human D.N.A. It's hard for a werewolf male to impregnate anybody. It takes several attempts and even then some babies are born deformed. One even had a werewolf head in my records. Never went away, he was shot days later."
I was horrified. Monster or not it was a baby. I promised myself I'd never harm children. No matter where my quest to find my family's killers took me. I was no child killer. "Did they at least bury him?"
"Yeah, a shame." Terry looked up at the night sky. I looked at his hands and saw them in his pockets. So nonchalant about the death of a baby. A baby that never chose to have a monster head in the first place. It made me angry.
"You bully!" I cried and started hitting his legs. "A baby is precious and defenseless! How dare you ok one being shot just because he had a wolfhead. You're just a big meanie," i declared hitting him harder.
Suddenly I was in the air. Terry had grabbed me by the collar and lifted me to his face. His glasses were gone and his eyes were furious. He shook me twice then flung me on the ground. "No one hits me, not even stupid little girls!" he raged and kicked me.
I screamed. I knew immediately he had broken something. I felt around and got shooting pain by my ribs. This would take a long time to heal here. I slowly propped myself up and took out my whistle. It would bring someone to my aid in minutes. I'll tell them everything this mean man said. That he's just as bad as the monsters.
"Wait," Terry said suddenly. "Don't blow that."
"Why not, I'm injured. And you kicked me, what if I can't have babies?"
"Huh? No, no," Terry said coming closer. "You can still have beautiful babies. As many as you want. Just don't blow that whistle. It will only bring trouble." He was beside me now and I realized how far I had flown.
"You hurt me," I said tearfully, "why did you do it? I'm just a little girl." I broke into tears. My tummy hurt a lot and I knew I couldn't stand up. My fist grabbed a handful of grass and tore it out.
"Rachael look at me," Terry said stroking my face, "I can help you fight these creatures. Make you strong enough that noven I can harm you without injury. You'll be able to find out who killed your family and maybe one day return to protect your village." He took me in his arms and lifted me off the ground. I leaned into him but still held unto my whistle.
Quick Summary: Rachael Wood loses her family in a brutal animal attack. Years later she finds out from Terry that werewolves exist and that knowledge eventually leads not only to the killers but a confrontation with her own village and their secrets.
Rachael Becoming Red
Chapter One
......
"Rachael..."
"How do you know my name?" I asked stepping back.
"Your family was mentioned at the meeting. I'm sure you were there." He pointed out. "Rachael, the man you ran from smelled you. He had your scent and could follow it to anywhere you've been over the past few days."
"I don't understand," I said, "how do I smell?"
The man sighed. "He killed your family while he waited for you. He must've become impatient. The council said Amanda kept you late because of the man you saw."
My legs gave way and I fell in the dirt. My family died because of me? Mom, dad, the twins, my big brother. How could they all be killed by a rampaging werewolf? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My brother would've tried to get the twins out and anyone who wanted to harm my family had to kill my dad first. He worked with lumber and was huge. There had to be a distraction because my father was killed behind our house and the rest quickly exterminated before anyone would take notice of the screaming. "How many were there sir? Why did it take Amanda and I to find them dead? Wasn't there someone else around? People still move around when they have the prayer vigil at church."
"Call me Terry," he said. "My theory is there were at least three werewolves. The strongest must've led your dad around back. Then he went about exterminating witnesses while the others dealt with the rest of your family." He walked up to me and kneeled. "It's not an easy thing to hear Red. You led that thing to your house by mistake. It wanted to turn you. Must've thought someone your age would've made a good daughter for his mate or something. Most children don't survive the change anyway. A few months at best. Terrible thing to do to a child. Be glad it didn't happen to you."
"He wanted a kid? Why didn't he just have one?"
Terry chuckled. "Werewolf D.N.A. is different from human D.N.A. It's hard for a werewolf male to impregnate anybody. It takes several attempts and even then some babies are born deformed. One even had a werewolf head in my records. Never went away, he was shot days later."
I was horrified. Monster or not it was a baby. I promised myself I'd never harm children. No matter where my quest to find my family's killers took me. I was no child killer. "Did they at least bury him?"
"Yeah, a shame." Terry looked up at the night sky. I looked at his hands and saw them in his pockets. So nonchalant about the death of a baby. A baby that never chose to have a monster head in the first place. It made me angry.
"You bully!" I cried and started hitting his legs. "A baby is precious and defenseless! How dare you ok one being shot just because he had a wolfhead. You're just a big meanie," i declared hitting him harder.
Suddenly I was in the air. Terry had grabbed me by the collar and lifted me to his face. His glasses were gone and his eyes were furious. He shook me twice then flung me on the ground. "No one hits me, not even stupid little girls!" he raged and kicked me.
I screamed. I knew immediately he had broken something. I felt around and got shooting pain by my ribs. This would take a long time to heal here. I slowly propped myself up and took out my whistle. It would bring someone to my aid in minutes. I'll tell them everything this mean man said. That he's just as bad as the monsters.
"Wait," Terry said suddenly. "Don't blow that."
"Why not, I'm injured. And you kicked me, what if I can't have babies?"
"Huh? No, no," Terry said coming closer. "You can still have beautiful babies. As many as you want. Just don't blow that whistle. It will only bring trouble." He was beside me now and I realized how far I had flown.
"You hurt me," I said tearfully, "why did you do it? I'm just a little girl." I broke into tears. My tummy hurt a lot and I knew I couldn't stand up. My fist grabbed a handful of grass and tore it out.
"Rachael look at me," Terry said stroking my face, "I can help you fight these creatures. Make you strong enough that noven I can harm you without injury. You'll be able to find out who killed your family and maybe one day return to protect your village." He took me in his arms and lifted me off the ground. I leaned into him but still held unto my whistle.
Monday, 5 December 2011
My First Bit of Exposure!
I am excited to say that the excerpt of my Lyric World novel posted yesterday made it on an online Journal today. I mean, I posted this last night! No one expects their work to be noticed that quickly. I was under the Arts and entertainment section and there were photos of others including J.K. Rowling. What more could I ask for right now!
I'm just bouncing. It's nice to have your work acknowledged! Thanks AnneNikolaus for posting it and tweeting me!
I'm just bouncing. It's nice to have your work acknowledged! Thanks AnneNikolaus for posting it and tweeting me!
Lyric World Excerpt
The following is an excerpt from my Nanowrimo Novel Lyric World. It's about a world where all the countries are music genres and a war is brewing.
Chapter One
“But I’m telling you the truth! A war is coming!” Viola tried to convince the light skinned teenager in front of her. Being seven never gave Viola the best chance of convincing people she was serious. But at her home it didn’t matter. Home she was a Princess. Princess Viola Rose of Symphony and she lived in a glorious castle called Castle Symphonia.
However right now she was far from there. A spell the great wizard’s son performed had sent her to Hip-Hop Nation, a completely different part of Lyric World. Music blared from houses; people sang random phrases in street. Some even looked just half dressed in clothes that had either shrunk in the wash or were made purposely too small to cover their bodies. In Symphony females wore dresses at all times that either started from under their chins or the base of their necks straight to their feet. In Hip-Hop Nation she had no idea what these females were wearing and the few in dresses were old women and the cloth of bottom quality.
The men, while she could tell in some cases wore mainly banned material in her country. Denim was thought obscene but it was plentiful has pants and what she considered long shorts. The shirts were nothing like home and came in crazy colours and it worried her the gender identity crisis where some of the men wore more jewelry than the women. She didn’t know what else to think besides the place being vulgar and insane.
“You expect me to believe your mom wants to start a war with the world? Lyric World has so many countries, cities, islands…how… I aint buying it V,” Colette dismissed her yet again. Her attitude showed how incredulous Viola’s words seemed. War with Lyric World started by one country was an automatic loss. No one place had that much man power, technological marvels or magic or special abilities. Plus magic was limited to the territory it was born. Once beyond its borders, it couldn’t work.
Lyric World was a planet of music, beauty, pain and violence. All made up a world where lyrics was the soul and music its vessel. Once it was called Musicana and most of the music played was of a classical nature and everything was ruled by a royal upper class.
But rumblings and secret gatherings gave rise to new music, lyrics and melodies of a more wild, rebellious and even softer nature. People rose up, music expanded and the world became a law unto itself. Over the centuries things calmed enough for each musical genre to get their piece of paradise. From large land masses to tiny islands, everyone found a home. Some genres had to fight to keep or expand their area but at least there was a balance keeping music’s many chambered heart alive. Its beat present in every instrument played and any sounds remixed through scratching and other methods.
Hip-Hop Nation and Symphony were different as night and day. One had many expressions allowed to flow freely by a don who only cared about his bottom line and his people not being taken for fools. The other ran by the royal family and a group of trusted advisors. In recent years however the queen had taken over since nearly all her husbands met tragic ends. With the exception of the advisors who still had the power to delay or overrule some of her decisions, she was unopposed. Before the King and advisors were the all mighty super power. Queen Samantha Rose ruled with a loving smile but hard hand. Cross her and pay the price.
Viola sighed. Things were going worse than she had expected. First she had made Duncan cast a spell to send her to Lettie in Hip-Hop Nation. The spell only worked half-way, she got to the place but Lettie was nowhere to be found and she landed in an alley with her pet fairy Lily. Her coat was soiled with garbage was left behind and Lily – now almost powerless – hid in her book bag and tinkled about their spot being smelly.
Second she’d followed her exiled Aunt Amelia’s notes only to find out through asking that Lettie had died almost a decade ago. But she had a daughter Colette who worked on the Hip Strip. Turned out that strip was full of bars and brothels – Hip Hop Nation called them Play Houses. Ignoring strange looks Viola found out where Colette worked and entered a play house called Ride My Pistol. She was greeted by a vigilant bouncer but a man in a yellow suit and purple shirt and tie stopped him. Introducing himself as Paulie Deal, he asked her who she was looking for. She told him and offered her ring like she’d seen a woman offer cash to a male on the corner looking for someone named Coke.
He accepted with a shocked look on her face and turned the ring covered in diamonds. “Real silver?” he asked and she nodded. Paulie called a female in a tiny shirt that barely covered her busty chest and shorts that favoured underwear. Calling her Daisy he instructed her to take ‘Creamy Sugar’ to Chocolate Wonder. A confused Viola was told that was a nickname and Daisy led her by the hand up a winding staircase. The loud voiced female snapped at anyone in her way. Viola shushed Lily when the fairy started tinkling again. Eventually they stepped off unto a floor which had a series of locked doors.
Daisy knocked on one and told a dark skinned man who answered in a robe that Paulie wanted C.W. out to meet someone. Saying a string of words that Viola didn’t recognize but had Daisy in a fit, the man quickly apologized and told them to wait in C.W.’s dressing room.
“Tell her to come to her apartment. The kid aint waiting in no dressing room and no, don’t tell her a kid’s waiting. She'll get all huffy and I swear John #12, C.W. don't show...I'll find your wife."
Viola watched the encounter mystified by a female’s display of power that reminded her of her mother threatening a defiant lady of the court. A less fancy version but the temper was evenly matched. Daisy then escorted her down several floors then ushered her through a blue quadruple latched door had her sit on a sofa made of black leather. Viola thought leather was just for belts, harnesses and shoes.
“Now sit quietly tourist, I know where you’re really from,” Daisy’s voice suddenly sharp, “hurt Colette and I’ll cut you!” she spat and slammed the door. Viola sunk in her seat in fright. She didn’t know how Daisy could do that with a finger but she’d always been told blacks from places like Hip Hop Nation and Rap World practiced dark magic. Even Lily whimpered from inside the bag.
Colette came several minutes later with a male in a black suit and grey hat. But he looked different. He seemed more interested in looking smart, not loud and flashy. In Viola’s country he’d actually have style. Colette was the lightest person she’d seen since she’s gotten here; definitely not white but light brown enough to come close. The man seemed to have a different ‘swag’ if she remembered the term right and was a few shades darker. Daisy who’d left was dark black causing her light brown eyes to be highly pronounced.
“Why is there a Symph in my apartment?” Colette had demanded. “I’m gonna kill Paulie, the buzzard!” she said as the man laughed and headed out of sight. “What do you want? Your people bamboozled my mother into servitude then flung her out when she got screwed by some noblemen.”
There came the third thing. Telling Colette that Viola’s mother – Queen of Symphony- planned to go to war to take over Lyric World. According to what Viola heard the attack was hardly even three months away and that was two weeks ago. She pressed Colette with the urgency that everyone had to know and that her mother would back down if she lost the element of surprise.
Colette had laughed at her then. Stating that ‘white girl gone crazy’ and how her mother going to Symphony along with several girls under the guise of learning manners and better living was now the second biggest joke she’d ever heard.
She went on to tell Viola about her mother’s life in Symphony. How after it was discovered Lettie was not sent on charity but sold, she and the other girls were separated and sold. Lettie went on to the Royal Household in Castle Symphonia. At age fourteen she was made to scrub floors, clean out dungeons and prison guards’ quarters. Higher level local servants cleaned rooms royalty cohabited in.
But all wasn’t awful; Lettie had made friends with one of the royal children two years her junior. A sweet blonde girl named Amelia Rose, third in line for the next ruler of Symphony. Amelia was in no rush though. Symphony was ruled by men, her position would simply mean that she’d marry and her husband would take over after accepting the Rose name over his own.
Lettie and Amelia grew to be close as sisters. Amelia had a twin but she was forceful and headstrong. Amelia could be headstrong when she needed but mostly she was shy.
Then one day Lettie was attacked and raped by a group of nobels. She told Amelia who promised to help her. Instead guard came and dragged her to the woods.
-----
That's all for now. But I promise this novel only gets more intriguing from there.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Waiting on Wednesday: Reconnected
Please Note: The final WOW on this blog as I take my final bow this month. I want to thank all readers of this post and all my blogging. I r...
-
Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine that allows us to spotlight books we are eagerly anticipating ...
-
Please Note: The final WOW on this blog as I take my final bow this month. I want to thank all readers of this post and all my blogging. I r...
-
Source Summary on Google: After the melting of the polar ice caps, most of the globe is underwater. Some humans have survived, and...
