Today I'm excited to participate in a blog swap with fellow Muse It Up fantasy author Susan A. Royal. Her latest novel, IN MY OWN SHADOW, combines romance, adventure, and fantasy--all taking place in an alternate dimension. Welcome, Susan!
Storytellers and their stories have fascinated me since I
was a small child. I grew up listening to my grandmother tell about life as a
child on a farm in the Indian Territory (now Oklahoma), or working as a
telephone operator in San Antonio (think “number please”), my dad, telling us
what it was like to grow up during the depression, living in a neighborhood
where the children played out under the streetlights on hot summer nights while
parents watched from cool, dark porches, and my mother shared what it was like
to be a teenager during WWII. I had a cousin who told ‘ghost stories’ to a
group of us as kids out under the scrub Oaks on her parents place in the
country, where nighttime is always darker and spookier. I could think of
nothing better than to be able to tell stories just like they did. When I got a
little older it only seemed natural to make up my own, and I’ve been doing it
ever since.
I actually began writing this book when I was in high
school. The whole idea of a handsome stranger showing up from an alternate
reality and rescuing the MC by taking her to his world just kept swirling
around in my head. Travel through portals in another world full of strange
creatures and even stranger places. What more could you want? Add in some
colorful characters and a quest and you’ve got an adventure.
I can write at any time of the day or night, but the best
time for me is during the day. I try to set little goals and get up from the
computer every 30 minutes to an hour. Even if I’m taking a break and doing
something else, I’m still thinking about the story and sometimes taking a step
away from it helps me focus better or decide where I’m going next. Sometimes I
have the television going, sometimes I’m playing mood music.
I’m pleasantly surprised about the hits I’ve gotten with the
book trailer for my first book, Not Long
Ago. We are working on the trailer for In
My Own Shadow now and will have it up on youtube soon. And the guest spots on blogs have been good
as well. But I think word of mouth has to be my most successful marketing tool
so far.
I was having a major meltdown over the plot of my WIP. A
fellow writer on my critique group had this to say: If something needs to be
fixed, you can fix it. This is your book, after all.
A frantic sprint
down the hall from my office brought me skidding to a stop in front of the
elevator doors just as they whispered shut. The clock on the wall read half
past five. Damn. Too much time spent in the restroom trying to make
myself presentable. All because Carrie
had conned me into another one of her blind dates. And with her cousin,
no less. Why today of all days? I’d overslept and come to work resembling
the undead from a zombie apocalypse movie. Tension knotted in my stomach. I
punched the button beside the stainless steel doors and paced, remembering my
conversation with her over lunch.
“I know losing your dad has been awful,” she’d
said. “But, maybe it’s time you started moving on with your life.” Carrie
couldn’t possibly have understood the burden of guilt that seemed to grow
heavier every day. Dad and I had a terrible argument just before he died, one
we never had the chance to resolve, and it still ate at me. Carrie hadn’t given
up until I’d agreed to meet her cousin in the lobby after work, a decision that
plagued me for the rest of the afternoon.
What was the guy’s name again? I
couldn’t even remember.
When the doors
finally opened to an empty elevator, I hurried inside, pulled out my cell, and
stared at the screen. Carrie hadn’t returned any of my calls. She probably didn’t
want to give me the chance to back out. My friend knew me only too well. Unlike
her, I was no good at small talk. What if her cousin wasn’t either? My stomach
twisted even tighter. If that’s all we have in common, it’s going to be a
long evening. By the time I got to the ground floor, I’d chewed my bottom
lip raw.
The lobby was
empty, and my heels echoed against the marble tiles. Her cousin must have gotten tired of waiting and left. I
squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. Carrie’s going to
kill me. She’d never believe I hadn’t done this on purpose just so I
wouldn’t have to go out with her cousin.
Someone coughed. I
jerked my head around to see a man standing near the reception area, a canvas
duffel bag at his feet. That’s got to be him.
My heart thudded
with relief. “Sorry I’m late. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” I motioned
toward the rain spattering against the windows. “This weather is awful, isn’t
it?”
The man watched
me with a self-assured air that left me feeling like an awkward teenager.
So much for
witty conversation. At least Carrie
hadn’t exaggerated when she said he was good looking. His sensitive mouth held
the only trace of softness in a finely chiseled face. Broad shoulders and powerful
hands. He would have been right at home on the cover of a sports magazine. Was I drooling? “Umm…” His
intense stare made me squirm. “I should introduce myself. I’m—”
“Lara. My name is Rhys.” We shook hands
briefly while his eyes flickered over me. My height intimidated some men, but
it didn’t seem to bother him. “I never imagined you’d be so—”
“Don’t bother
with flattery. Surely Carrie told you I’m immune.” The grin across my face was
so he would know it was a joke, but his stern expression remained unchanged.
Doesn’t this
guy know how to smile? “Umm…My car’s across the street. We really should go
before it starts pouring again.”
Without a word,
he grabbed his bag and followed me through the big glass doors. The wind had
picked up, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Streetlights flickered on, a
halo of light crowning each pole. We crossed the street and hurried toward my
car parked beneath one of the lights in the middle of the empty lot.
I stuck my umbrella under my arm and dug in
my purse for the keys. “Do you like Italian food?”
Rhys drew his
eyebrows together and frowned slightly.
Doesn’t he
understand plain English? Funny how Carrie never mentioned he was the
silent, brooding type. I’d get even with her for this.
“Okay, what about Chinese? There’s this great little place not too far from
here…”
He jerked his
gaze away from mine and stared into the darkness behind me.
A finger of cold
traced its way along my spine. “Did you hear something?” We were alone in an empty city parking
lot after dark. Not the safest place in the world.
He grabbed my arm. “Quiet.”
I flinched in
surprise and pulled away. Rhys was beginning to give me the creeps. “What is
it? Did you hear something?”
He pointed toward the back of the parking lot
where lightning flashed, touched the ground and disappeared. Two dark shapes
burst from the shadows and advanced across the asphalt without a sound.
Rhys dropped his
bag and stepped in front of me. Chills raced across my arms. I backed into my
car with a thud and gripped my umbrella so tight it made my hands hurt. No time
to call for help. We’d have to defend ourselves. But how?
One of the men
threw a punch at Rhys, who caught it with his open hand. He used the momentum
to throw his attacker off balance and slammed him against the car beside me.
Before the guy hit the ground, Rhys whirled to face ninja number two, who
charged. With his left forearm, Rhys blocked and returned his kick. The man
sidestepped, and Rhys’ foot missed the mark.
By this time the
first guy had stumbled to his feet. He staggered over to Rhys and grabbed him
from behind, pinning his arms to his sides. The other guy slammed his fists
into Rhys’ stomach, making him double over and gasp for breath.
It was up to me to do something fast, or Rhys was going down. With my heart pounding
in my ears, I darted behind the guy holding him and kicked him in the back of
the knees. He buckled and released his grip on Rhys. Before his attacker
realized what had happened, Rhys had grabbed him by his collar and head butted
him with a sickening crunch. The man howled, blood spurting from his nose.
Both men turned
and fled back into the darkness. My umbrella slipped from my shaking hands and
clattered to the pavement. Who were these men with strange tattoos covering
their faces? Gang members? Muggers?
This time it was me that grabbed Rhys’
arm. “Are you all right?”
“Don’t worry about me. Let’s go.”
After I fumbled with the keys and unlocked
the car, he yanked the passenger door open,
threw his bag in the back seat and jumped inside. The automatic locks clicked
while the engine coughed and sputtered to a start. With my hands in a death
grip on the steering wheel, I drove through the entrance and made a hard right,
my rear tire rolling over the curb.
A few blocks away
I tried to hand Rhys my cell phone, but he wouldn’t take it. “Didn’t you see
those guys?” They had eyes like sharks, their pupils almost completely dilated.
“They must have been on something. We need to call the police.”
He shook his
head.
“What, then? Have
you got a better idea?”
“Drive to your
place.”
He didn’t get any
argument −something totally out of character for me. Shock, maybe? Everything
had happened so fast, it almost didn’t seem real. Accelerating, I switched
lanes to pass a slow driver and watched my passenger from the corner of my eye.
He should have been breathing hard after being punched in the stomach, but he
wasn’t even winded. And he didn’t seem upset or surprised by anything that had
happened. He only stared through the car windows, focusing on the darkness
around us.
Carrie, you’ve got one strange cousin.
* * * *
We rushed inside
my apartment. I slammed the front door and twisted the deadbolt, listening to its
comforting click. The shadowy apartment was filled with normal noises like the
hum of the refrigerator, water dripping from a faucet and the furnace running.
I flattened a hand against my chest as my thudding heartbeat slowed to normal.
Home safe. Everything’s okay.
Someone pounded
the front door three times, rattling the hinges. Every nerve in my body hummed
with electricity. I tiptoed closer, placing a cautious eye against the
peephole. A man well over six feet tall stared back, his pale skin a contrast
to the wild, dark hair falling past his shoulders. Wide shoulders under black
leather gave the man a lean look. He had classic features and a narrow face. Very
handsome, except for eyes that glittered with something cold and unyielding. Shivers
began at the nape of my neck and traveled over my entire body.
“Lara, let me in. I must speak with you,” he
said, but the words didn’t come from his mouth. They came from within my own
mind.
I gasped and
turned to Rhys. “H-he’s talking to me…from inside my head.”
“Block him.” Rhys
dug his fingers into my shoulder. “The longer
you allow him access to your mind, the more dangerous it becomes.”
“Is that you, Guardian?”
The man’s mouth split into an evil grin, revealing blinding, white teeth. “Are
you taking up new duties these days?”
“Leave her
alone.” Muscles bunched along Rhys’ jaw. “She doesn’t know anything.”
The man’s chuckle
seemed to vibrate from somewhere deep inside his chest. “If that is true, then
why are you protecting her?”
I narrowed my
eyes at Rhys. “What the hell’s he talking about? Is he high on something?”
“Ignore him.”
Rhys grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen.
Inside my head,
the oily voice took on a coaxing tone. “Rhys
is being overprotective. He takes things far too seriously. I mean you no harm,
Lara. All I need is a little information.”
Rhys stretched
out his hand. An orange dot appeared and hovered above his palm. In an instant,
it became a streaking light, burning into my refrigerator and creating a jagged
hole. “My God, this can’t be real.” I gasped and moved closer, staring.
“W-what’s going on?”
My visitor
hammered at the door once again, so loud my temples throbbed with the sound.
This time, the distraction was welcome, because it helped drive the sound of
his voice from my mind and served another purpose as well. I lived in a quiet,
respectable part of town. Surely one of my neighbors had already called the
police. All we had to do was hold off a little longer.
Only Rhys had other ideas. He shouldered his
bag and made his way toward the gaping hole he’d somehow created. Just before
he passed through, he turned. “Give me your hand.”
I hesitated and
raised my eyes to his. Let’s face it. Just the idea of stepping through
my refrigerator made my heart bounce like a yo-yo.
“Come on. He
isn’t going to leave until he gets what he wants.”
“What does he want?”
Rhys clamped his
fingers around my wrist. He bent his head as though moving against a hurricane force
wind and dragged me through the opening. I struggled for air, but none of it
reached my lungs. This must be what it feels like to drown. My heart
accelerated, one beat at a time, and my vision clouded with spots.
No more than a
few seconds could have passed before we burst through to the other side and
stumbled across a thick carpet of leaves. Behind me, my kitchen wavered like a
mirage, its familiar colors fading to gray. The tear Rhys had made grew
smaller, shrinking until it disappeared and left me staring at a dense wall of
foliage.
With my first few
gasps, my lungs had felt like they were on fire, but at least I could breathe
again. After being deprived of oxygen, the fresh air made my vision swim. My
knees buckled and I would have fallen if Rhys hadn’t grabbed my arm.
“Relax. It only
makes things worse if you fight it.”
“You’ve done this
before?”
“Yes.”
“Do you ever get
used to it?”
“Sooner or
later.”
Unsure whether to puke or pass out, I leaned
over and braced my hands on my legs, waiting for the nausea to subside. After a
few breaths, the dizziness cleared enough for me to raise my head. We were
standing in a grassy clearing alongside a meandering gravel path that
disappeared into shadows in both directions. Dense woods shrouded in darkness
crowded the other side of the path.
We weren’t
outside my apartment.
Suzanne de Montigny[/caption]
Suzanne de Montigny wrote her first unicorn story at the age of twelve. Several years later, she discovered it in an old box in the basement, thus reigniting her love affair with unicorns. The Shadow of the Unicorn: The Legacy, is her first novel. Suzanne lives in Burnaby, B.C. with the three loves of her life – her husband and two boys.
