Sunday, January 29, 2012

Splintered: Sierra's Legacy by L. A. Wright - Interview, Excerpt, Giveaway | Featured Author | YA Fantasy

The world of Eldwitch was a hauntingly, beautiful world, filled with numerous races, and watched over by the Mother (Nature). When threatened with destruction by the impact of a rogue asteroid, the rulers, a race of flying magic users, were quick to come up with a solution. They would allow for the trajectory of the asteroid and weaken the fault lines that radiated out from the impact zone. This would splinter the world, and yet save their people. Each planet connected to the other, by a World-Gate. This allowed them to continue with communication and trade.

For thousands of years the worlds continued in harmony. Slowly, one of the planets began to veer away from the teachings and learning’s of the Mother. Going their own way and beginning to refuse interaction with the other worlds, they begin to breed only within their own world. Their greed and lack of respect for nature led them to create severe damage to the planets resources. The inbreeding caused mutations among them, with the most serious resulting in berserking. The planet itself was in danger of destruction, due to the abuse of the ecosystem.

The Mother wasn’t done yet. She had a plan to set in motion. Three magic users, born with the blood of all three planets, were necessary to create the solution necessary to reverse the damages. The Legacy of the magic needed, rested in the abilities of one young girl. Could she find the others to help her in her journey? This is Sierra’s Legacy and the story of that journey.

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Dayol ran into Ayla’s room to wake her. She was always the first one out of bed because she was still a slave. He did not really understand because he did not think he was a slave, and she was his sister. However, his father was adamant; she would be the one to cook and clean for them, which was her job. Dayol did not care what his dad thought, she was his Ayla and she was the only mother he had ever known. She was only a few years older, but she was so much wiser, she understood the Allure in a way he still did not.
When he didn’t find her in the bedroom, he quietly searched the house. He did not want his father to know he couldn’t find her; his anger would throw him into one of his rages. He was famous for going berserk on numerous occasions, killing those within range. Dayol did not want to be the cause of that anger, nor did he want Ayla to take brunt.
He was afraid she might have run away. She told him several times she was afraid. She often sat at his bedside and told him stories, those she had heard from her caregiver before she died. Dayol wondered if his own mother would have told him such fun stories, or if she would have held him when he was afraid like Ayla
did. He looked in her room again, and realized her pack was gone, he hadn’t really believed she would leave him.
His heart started hammering and pain began in his head, he knew from the past this could create the berserking. He was sad though, somehow the sadness cut the anger, and he began crying. He knew he could not let his father see his tears, so he exited the house and headed to the garden Ayla had been trying to grow. This was their special place, and he knew he would have the small bench to himself. He needed time to gather himself; he was old enough to be on his own. He was hurt that Ayla had really gone; he knew she felt she had to leave and he thought he understood, but his awareness didn’t make the pain any less.
As he took some deep shuddering breaths, his tears fell to the ground. His eyes were still blurry from crying as he turned away from the dryness of one of the small plants Ayla had been working with. The plant was a small spindly bit of green, wilted and off-colored. If he had continued looking, he would have seen that as his tears splashed on the ground next to the tiny fledgling, a brightness spread, a small ripple of light and with that ripple, a tiny healthy shoot of green shot up from the fragile diseased beginning, stretching to reach the sun. However, this new growth quickly shriveled back into the root of the plant as the sun dried the tear on the ground and the bitterness of the soil came back and sucked the life the life away.
Even if he had seen this he would not have known what was happening, but hidden somewhere inside himself, there was a secret, known only to the Mother.
As he turned back again to contemplate and stifle his tears, he saw the same small plant discolored and forlorn, dying even as the tiny bud sank its small root into the savage and bleached land, drawing the chemical laden nutrient through the small leaves that struggled to grow. As Dayol watched, the small plant turned black and shriveled up. Little did he know but that small spurt of growth had taken its last nourishment and when the sustenance was gone, so was the plant. He felt a little like that plant, he felt as though he too might shrivel up without Ayla


How did you start your writing career?

I have been writing for about 12 years and always stopped short of finishing my work. I could never seem to write an ending. I love reading as well and decided to blog reviews for authors. I became amazingly busy, more than I could have imagined. While meeting new people I had a chance to be introduced to Nanowritemo, and took the opportunity that was afforded. By writing and not over-thinking, I was able to easily find a way to write a book beginning to ending. I have just moved forward since. It has been enlightening and exciting, but also exhausting. The self-promotion piece for me is difficult as I am basically a quiet introverted person, which is why I am attracted to books and writing. But I have never been so alive as well.  

Who is your favorite author?

Marion Zimmer Bradley and Nora Roberts, both a bit involved in Fantasy and a genre that seems to call to me.

What was your first sale as an author? 
Splintered: Sierra’s Legacy, a YA Fantasy.  

Do you have a critique group or beta readers?

I have numerous friends and family members who get together and bash up my work a bit, so that I can go back in and compose something with other view points and insights. I enjoy hearing peoples thoughts on what works and what doesn’t.

Are you a pantser or plotter?

I am definitely a pantser. I sit down to write without much of a plot or plan. The work just seems to flow, and I have often found myself in unfamiliar territory. I than have to research to move forward further. The words seem to just flow and the story goes in directions I could not imagine. I currently am working on editing my newest work, and I was in awe of how it came together. I had no idea other than a minor thought, and the story became dark and twisted, totally unlike my first work which was light and hopeful. I was actually just a bit repulsed, but I am getting used to it as I make the edits. It was just a surprise.

As a child what did you want to be when you grew up?

I always wanted to be a writer. I have always been able to lose myself in stories and I always wanted to help others who too were looking for new worlds to live in and explore.

Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?

Don’t wait. If you want to write, just do it. Many people talk about wanting to write, and then never do. You will always be haunted by what ifs and could I haves. There is nothing better than putting together a story that can make some people happy. Just keep in mind that writing is subjective and not everyone will like your work. I have great reviews and so-so reviews, the beauty of the work is within yourself and those who think like you do. Never doubt that there are others that think much as you do and will enjoy your work. Even if you decide to not take the step to publish, writing is an accomplishment, and even unpublished you are an author. Take a chance on yourself.

How do you react to a bad review or rejection? 

I try to remember that regardless of what someone thinks of my work either good or bad, it is just an opinion, and everyone has them. I will admit I am not always tough skinned, but I try to take the criticism and learn from it. I want to get better and every opinion helps me to grow. Be prepared when you put yourself out there, know that not everyone loves your characters or story the way you do, and remember it is not personal. It is about work, so get over it and move forward. Use the reviews as a learning tool.

What is your favorite restaurant?

My favorite restaurant is benihanas, I love the ambience, and I really enjoy sitting with many other and enjoying laughs and fun experiences. It is not just about the food but also the personality of the chef and the interaction of the other customers.


Leslie is an eclectic reader and expexts to write in the same fasion. She says stories come in all fashions and often write themselves.

L.A. Wright lives in the great Northwest with her husband.Besides burning a candle at both ends and keeping up with her interesting family, she does a fine job of showing a composed facade to those who do not know her. Reading and writing are her main passions in life, outside of her family.

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3 comments: said...

thanks 4 the give away

The Zoo said...

I LOVE magic!
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Laurie said...

The giveaway winner is Heather Poindexter. :)