Today I have the pleasure of having S.A Bolich on the blog
while on tour for her Book 1 in her Masters of the Elements
series - Firedancer
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while on tour for her Book 1 in her Masters of the Elements
series - Firedancer
Eavesdropping on
Characters—Would You Like What You Hear?
My very first published story, in On Spec magazine back in 2002, was about a writer who dies and her
characters come to her funeral. I think that all writers, deep down, secretly
believe their characters are ‘out there’ somewhere living their lives beyond
the story. Having brought them to life (and sometimes death), they’ve become
real in an odd way, and it’s actually sort of easy to believe they’ve jumped
out from between the lines and gone off to explore on their own. Who knows what
they’re really up to?
Wouldn’t it be fun to eavesdrop on them and find out what
they really think, do and say without the constraints of the writer telling
them how to act? I’m not sure I could take discovering that Jetta, my fearless,
driven heroine in Firedancer, turned
into a bonbon-eating shrew or that Sheshan, my wonderful, patient, quietly
romantic Windrider with the backbone of steel, had some major meltdown. More
likely, I think, I’d hear a morning conversation that went like this:
Sheshan: Good morning, my
heart. It’s--
Jetta: Shut the window.
I’m freezing.
Sheshan: It’s only a fine,
light snow. Look how it catches the dawn.
Jetta: You look. My
eyelids are frozen shut.
Sheshan (laughing): I told
you I needed lots of windows.
Jetta:
You didn’t say you needed them open all the time!
Ah, the happily ever after—if indeed
it is possible for a Firedancer and a Windrider to really get together. Fire
and Wind are completely incompatible. In the creation myths of my world, Fire
tried hard to eat his little sister Wind, so is it any wonder the clans never
come together except in direst need, or that neither side will yield an inch
over the “best” way to deal with a threat from their element? Jetta is a
Firedancer, born to battle flame. Sheshan is a Windrider, who could literally
kill her with a careless wave of his hand. With the best of intentions, how’s
that going to work out?
On the other hand, can you imagine
two Firedancers at odds? Settak, Jetta’s partner, is deeply in love with her,
but she is senior to him in rank and ability. So how would that play out when the starry-eyed phase is over?
Settak: That last move was
a little sloppy. Let’s do it again.
Jetta: It put the fire
out, you’ll notice.
Settak: I know, but I’ll
never make Third Rank if I don’t get it right.
Jetta (with sparks
beginning to dribble from her hands): Then you practice. I’ll watch.
Settak (pulling fire
from the ground): You’re the one who’s always saying the only way to learn is
to do. So...do!
I like to think that true love can
conquer all—but it does take an ongoing commitment to make it work, even in
fiction. It’s interesting watching my characters progress through the series to
see how the storylines set up in Firedancer
play out. Even I don’t know what happens next! But I sure am having fun finding
out.
So who are your favorite fantasy
couples, and how do you think their lives went after “The End” of their
original story? And do you think “incompatible” magic like Fire and Air dooms a
romance?
Firedancer
S.
A. Bolich
Masters
of the Elements, Book 1
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Sky Warrior Books
ISBN: 978-0615592916
ASIN: B005JMXIMG
Number of pages: 394
Word Count: 133,000
Book Description:
What do you suppose that fire
thinks about as it cooks your dinner behind its cage of containment stone?
Jetta ak'Kal knows—but no one listens to a Firedancer who has failed to protect
her assigned village from an assault by living flame.
The Ancient, the strange,
elemental fire imprisoned at the heart of the world, took her lifemate, her
reputation as the most talented Dancer of her generation, and nearly her life.
Now her clan demands she redeem herself, yet seem strangely indifferent to her
insistence that the Dance itself that has always bound the Ancient seems to be
failing. Assigned to Annam, a village with no previous experience of fire,
Jetta and her new partner, Settak, find themselves battling the naive ignorance
of the villagers, the hostility of arrogant Windriders whose mastery of air
could kill them both with the flick of a finger, and occasionally each other as
they struggle to find new and more powerful forms of the Dance.
Pursued by fire crawling up
through every crack, by a new love she does not want, and a nagging suspicion
that there is more to her assignment than her clan bothered to tell her, Jetta
must forge unprecedented alliances in this high and beautiful place before the
Ancient breaks free—for if it does, there will no longer be anything left to
fight for.
Excerpt:
Fire rose that night. Jetta jerked awake to a deep
booming horn shivering the glass in the windows and Nuurn's voice shouting,
"Fire, Jetta ak'Kal! Fire at the storehouses!"
She scrambled out of bed, throwing a harried look
out the window. She could not see the fire but she saw a glow, the size of
which turned her stomach to knots. Ruthlessly she suppressed it and charged
down the hill. Clouds had rolled in since sunset; it was black as the inside of
Wind Point between the houses, forcing Jetta to slow down on the uneven
streets. Then a huge shadow loomed out of the night and Rununn said
breathlessly, "Follow me, ak'Kal!"
His great hand caught hers and tugged; she followed,
trusting his night vision as he wove around hummocks and ruts. Her feet were
wet and numb from the chill dew on the ankle-deep grass by the time they dashed
over the slight rise and came to the first of the storehouses. Delvers with
shovels, with buckets and picks, some half dressed, others barefoot, milled
around between her and the fire, determined to catch any spark.
"Let me through!" she shouted, pounding
both fists on the first broad back. Rununn cleared a path with indelicate
shoves of a broad shoulder and many a, "Pardon, master. Please step
aside." that would have set Jetta giggling at any other time. One Delver
turned with a sharp, angry protest, planting himself in Rununn's path. Jetta
almost shrieked at sight of Burrood.
"Remember yourself, a'Kam!" he snapped at
Rununn.
"B--ak'Kal--"
Jetta, trapped amid a towering forest of giant
Delver bodies, lost all diplomacy. "Move!" she screamed at Burrood.
"The fire--"
Burrood opened his mouth, but what he might have
said, Jetta never found out. Rununn wrapped both strong young arms around the
older Delver and simply lifted him out of the way, his face averted from
Burrood's astonished outrage. Jetta darted through that convenient hole and
halted, appalled.
Not one, but three separate fires burned on the road
and in the spring grass on the uphill verge. Settak faced the largest, an
inferno in the middle of the road roaring shoulder high with a yellow-white
core. The other two were spinning threads into the damp and verdant grass,
finding it tough going but racing to combine arms of knee-high reddish flame.
"Dancer, what do we do?" a panicked Delver
shouted at her.
Jetta gathered her wits. "Clear a line around
those two!" She pointed at the lesser fires, which would not spread
quickly in that lush grass. "And stay back!"
She ran to join Settak. Outmatched, still he bravely
stood his ground. As she came up beside him he thrust his hands out in the move
that had worked so well yesterday. The fire shied back but none of its
flickering branches sank or died. Jetta saw the failure hit him like a blow to
the gut and shouted, "Show no fear, Dancer! Take position on the other
side!"
He turned his head and saw her. Relief washed into
his face. He nodded and spun away, terrified but still game. Jetta stepped
instinctively into the Dance, straight to the fifth movement.
No retreat.
The fire roared at her, malicious to its core. She
felt its hostility as she had felt it at Firehome, at Setham. Heat blasted
toward her and recoiled; she saw it withering the grass even where fire had not
yet taken hold. Sweat glistened on Delver faces at the edge of the light. She
set them from her mind, concentrating on the ground underfoot, reaching for the
pulsing power under Earth Mother's skin. She planted both feet in the dying
heat of ruined grass, uncomfortably warm for a terrifying, endless instant in
which she could not feel the run of the fire even with it towering in front of
her. And then it came, the sweet, staggering relief of the Dance connecting her
to...everything. Everything worth protecting.
The heat faded. The searing brightness dimmed as the
air seemed to thicken into a shield around her. The acrid bite of smoke and
scorched grass no longer afflicted her nose. Jetta scarcely noticed, for the
center of the fire faded to palest yellow and then to white, and a hysth burned
there, cunning vanguard of the Ancient, defying the Dance, the Mother. Her.
Jetta set her jaw and began to dance.
The hysth roared at her, divided itself and tried to
advance on her flanks; she stopped it with an improbable leap and twist that
took her level with shocked Delver eyes. On the edge of her awareness danced
Settak in brief glimpses of random movements, out of step with her own,
disconnected, though she saw that somehow he was keeping the fire from spreading
on his side. He was not Kori; she could not expect his efforts to lock smoothly
with hers, but still it distracted her on levels she barely sensed save in tiny
jolts to the smooth flow of the energy pouring through her.
Then a malevolent intelligence assaulted her, a
driving need deep underground. The Ancient. The hysth lunged at her, breaking
out of its circle to attack the ground at her feet, burning downward, striving
to dump her into the arms of the Ancient. Dimly she heard Settak's frenzied "Jetta!"...
Author
Bio:
S. A. Bolich is a full-time
freelancer who writes on a wide range of topics ranging from travel to horses
to web design—and of course, fantasy and science fiction. A native of Washington state, she resides
there again after serving six years in Germany as an army military intelligence
officer. She graduated summa cum laude from college with a degree in history,
which she confesses was greatly aided by devouring historical fiction of every
era and kind through her formative years.
She is also a lifelong horsewoman and shares her knowledge in the
popular "Horses in Fiction" blog series at blog.sabolichbooks.com, in
which she helps writers keep their equines from falling into the trap of
Hollywood clichés.
Her first novel, Firedancer, Book
1 of the Masters of the Elements series, was released in September 2011 by Sky
Warrior Books, with Book 2, Windrider, appearing in May 2012. Her short fiction has appeared in Beneath
Ceaseless Skies, On Spec, Damnation Books, and many other print magazines and
ezines, as well as the steampunk anthology Gears and Levers 1, the military SF
anthology Defending the Future IV: No Man’s Land, and the wolf-themed fantasy
collection, Wolfsongs 2. Currently she
is working on Seaborn, Book 3 of Masters of the Elements.
Website: www.sabolichbooks.com
Twitter: sabolichwrites
Hi, Jacqueline,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for posting this peek into the future with my characters! This was fun.
S. A. (Sue) Bolich
Anytime, Sue!
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