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assing and passionate, yet thwarted, love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, and how this unresolved passion eventually destroys them and many around them. I am a big fan of the Bronte sisters. I love their flawed characters and how they showed the reality of the world that surrounded them instead of the pomp and circumstance that people pretended was reality.
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My whole life I’ve been reading or seeing interviews with authors, and 99% of the time one of the first questions asked is, of course, “Where do you get your ideas for your stories?” So you would think I’d have had a witty answer ready for when I myself was inevitably asked (particularly as I’ve had my Grammy and Oscar acceptance speeches good-to-go since age 14 or so). But not so much. The question came up not long ago, and I just stared at it, wondering, as it had never really occurred to me to ask myself.
I think I said something about hearing voices in my head, seeing a character as though through a glass darkly, little joke, little aw-shucks, something like that. Because of course the only honest answer for me was, “Heck if I know.” Stuff is just rolling around the brain-pan, be it serotonin or pixie dust, and once in while something sort of globs together. As a writer, all I do is take a rolling pan to it, and see what it looks like after it’s flat on a page. Maybe not a good answer, but what it may lack in quality, it makes up for in sincerity. If I knew I would say so, but Heck if I know.
What I do know, and the question nobody asks, is “Where do you get your ideas for your setting?” That one, oddly, I can answer perfectly well.
I was studying the Balkans back in the ’90s when much of the region was on fire, and I got very interested in exploring issues of nationalism, religion, ethnic identity, etc. Writing about things myself is the way in which I explore them. However, I really didn’t want to step on anybody’s toes, so I did the obvious thing: I created a world with its own peoples, gods, and nations. Now, since I was big Tolkien/Eddings/Leiber fan from Back In The Day (and, yes, a total Dungeons and Dragons nerd for quite a while as a kid), my world was distinctly “Fantasy,” with magic, dragons, monsters, and what-not. This made me more interested in exploring some other things, as for example how “magic” could fill the role of technology in establishing communications and logistics allowing for Imperial expansion.
After a while I had a stack of notebooks and crudely-drawn historical maps defining the history of some places that had never been. I did it basically as a hobby, as it is too hot to go outside in AZ for much of the year, and there are snakes and scorpions out there. Also, it was cheaper than cable.
Which, of course, is when the heretofore mentioned “globbing” started to occur. Maybe the Hand of a Muse alighted on my brow, maybe I had a bad shrimp chimi for dinner, but something started to roil. That something is now a series of books, set in an early gunpowder/Age of Sail fantasy world with a pathological amount of detail underpinning it. Far more detail in fact than will ever be in any of the novels, because setting isn’t a story. There are people living in my world now, and the story is theirs. Specifically, it belongs to Tilda Lanai, the young Island Guilder trying to find the exiled heir of the Trade House she serves. Tilda is what the glob turned into.
So that’s what I’ve got. Book I of the Norothian Cycle, The Sable City is available on Kindle and from Smashwords for other readers. Volume II is slated for an end of June release….
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|M. Edward McNally|
women skilled in business and burglary, salesmanship and swordplay, merchandising and musketry. Tilda Lanai has trained for years to take her place among them, but now the House she is to serve is imperiled by the sudden death of the House Lord. Scenting blood in the water, rival Houses begin to circle. The desperate search for an exiled heir takes Tilda across a war-torn continent and to the gates of the Sable City, where centuries ago dark magic almost destroyed the world. Along with a sinister sorceress, a broken-hearted samurai, and a miscreant mercenary long on charm but lousy with a crossbow, Tilda must brave the demon-infested ruins to find the heir who may yet save her House.
From the Author
As his fingertips slide across my skin, I close my eyes. I should enjoy this, right? I mean this is a part of marriage. It’s what married people do, and they enjoy it. Then why do I find myself praying for it to be over with as quickly as possible every time his lips reach for mine? I try closing my eyes but that just makes it worse. Faces that I long to forget flash in front of me.
le. My first thought was, this seemed too good to be true. There had to be some sort of catch.
Six long-time friends gather for their annual New Year’s Eve party. They are meeting at Craig and Hannah’s spectacular home in the country. Hannah is a best-selling romance novelist. Craig is her adoring husband. All seems perfect.
Except nothing is. No one knows that Craig left Hannah several months ago and is living across town with another woman. Tonight, Craig and Hannah will play the part one more time. Because tomorrow will be soon enough for broken dreams and reality. Tonight, they just have to get through the party.
But they didn’t plan on the snowstorm. A snowstorm that will keep them all snowed in together for the next three days. Which is plenty of time for secrets to be discovered, for illusions to be shattered, and for resolutions to be broken.
So, dab a little perfume behind your ear, put your party dress on, and slip into your favorite heels. You’re invited to the party!
(photo & description were taken from Cheryl’s blog)
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