Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Destiny of Shaitan (Chronicle of The Three, #1) by Laxmi Hariharan: Guest Post & Excerpt: FMB Tour Stop


As I tried to make sense of what a typical day in my life as an author was, my instinctive reaction was to question if indeed there could be something like a typical day for a writer? After all in a perfect world a creative person would get stimulation of various kinds in a single day so as to never really call any day as typical right? But given that we writers too need to survive in the real world—for creativity pays no heed to how one’s bills get paid—well here’s my attempt to paint my day in a perception-reality fashion.


4.00 am: Wake up, coffee, write one chapter, switch to masala chai, write second chapter, more chai

8.00 am: Crawl into bed for a quick power nap

8.15 am: Wear my face ie. reality facing clothes

9.00 am: Catch the 134 double decker bus to work, try to get the front seat right upfront on the upper deck with the view yay!, then switch on Ipod, snooze a bit more, FB, twitter, etc

9.30 am: Get to work, meetings, twitter, blah blah, FB, blah blah

6.00 pm: Walk out the door, walk half way back home, clear head, catch bus, hook Ipad back on, FB, twitter.

7.00 pm: Reach home, dinner, conversation with husband, wine 1 glass (maybe two), flop in front of TV, watch movie, dinner,

10.00 pm: snooze…..


4.00 am: hit snooze button on alarm

5.00 am: hit snooze button on alarm

6.00 am: hit snooze button on alarm

7.00 am: hit snooze button on alarm

8.00 am: hit snooze button on alarm,

8.15 am: eeeooow! Look at time, jump high in the air, leap out of bed, coffee, FB, twitter, Chai, FB, twitter, wear face, do hair, wear clothes, kiss ze hubby, outta the door

9.00 am: Catch the 134 double decker bus to work, try to get the front seat right upfront on the upper deck with the view yay!, then switch on Ipod, snooze a bit more, FB, twitter, etc

9.30 am: get into work, meetings, twitter, blah blah, FB, blah blah, twitter, blah blah, write blog post, blah blah, meetings (check FB on sly), blah blah

6.00 pm: bus back home, dinner, conversation with husband, wine 1 glass (maybe two), FB, twitter, flop in front of TV, watch movie, dinner,

10.00 pm: set alarm for 4 am tomorrow, must try to write, definitely at least opening sentence of chapter, must, must…. Snooze
Sigh! You get the picture! Yet on occasion the above perception-reality does merge to create an oasis in the desert, the one bright spot of the week or the month perhaps, when I do actually manage to get up early in the morning and write a little before I get into work. On those days the sky is the limit, and I am Batman & J.Lo rolled into one! Yah! Everytime I feel the routine of writing, writing but no return in sight feeling weigh heavy on my shoulders, I remind myself of what one of the athletes competing in the Olympics advised: to find the rhythm in the repetition, the pattern in life so to speak. These athletes go through year after year of practice and many lose out on a medal due to a difference of perhaps a split second. Being recognised for your writing is quite similar isn’t it?  It’s about talent, but also so much about being at the right place at the right mind. And this is what I remind myself every morning as I try to roll out of bed to write, that I live to write and not the other way around. Write and the rest will come. 

Title: The Destiny of Shaitan

Series: Chronicle of The Three #1

Author: Laxmi Hariharan

Genre: Fantasy, Young-Adult,

Publisher: Laxmi Hariharan


Words: 79000  

Purchase: Amazon  

Book Description:


Winner of The Summer 2012 Readers' Pick Awards.

Background: The Destiny of Shaitan, the first novel in The Chronicle of The Three series is a coming of age story, about a girl who falls in love only to realise that to be truly happy, she has to first find herself. Set in 3000 AD, when the galaxy is populated by humans as well as a half human, half alien race called half lives, this novel, tracks the protagonists from five to seventeen years old.

Synopsis: When Tiina accompanies her ex-boyfriend Yudi on a mission to save the universe from the ruthless Shaitan, she seeks more than the end of the tyrant; she seeks herself. Driven by greed and fear for his own survival, Shaitan bulldozes his way through the galaxy, destroying everything in his path. Tiina wants Yudi to eliminate Shaitan, thus fulfilling the prophecy of the powerful autocrat being killed by his son, but she finds that Yudi is hesitant to do so. The final showdown between Yudi and Shaitan has unexpected consequences, for Shaitan will do anything in his power to win the fight—including getting rid of Tiina. The stakes are high and the combatants determined. Will Shaitan's ultimate destiny be fulfilled?

Return to 7 Islands, (Chronicle of The Three, #2): The Destiny of Shaitan, ends with Tiina, leaving everything she knows—including Yudi and the world she helped save from Shaitan—in search of herself. The second novel in the series, titled Return to 7 Islands, follows Tiina as she lands in a futuristic Bombay—now reduced by a tsunami to its original seven islands—and helps Rai, in defending his childhood orphanage from the clutches of Sharmila, Shaitan's daughter. As she struggles to come to terms with her origins in an attempt to understand herself better, she discovers a surprise about her past.

Pluto, 3016

The lightning strikes him down, charring him black with smoke ebbing out, and he awakes to the gut-wrenching pain.
Thump. Kreeee. Thump. Kreeeeee…
Yudi jolts into consciousness from the sound. He throws off the covers and pads onto the small terrace adjoining his bedroom, wearing just the pair of black shorts he sleeps in. He is on the eighteenth floor of a fifty-eight storey apartment block. The distance does not hinder the noise, which carries to him through the dawn air, growing louder by the second:  Thump. Kreeee. THUMP. KREEEE…
 Not again!
Down below, he sees the aged Plutonian female going about her early morning ritual of dragging the large steel pole, bumping down the sleeping escalator steps. Every morning at five o’clock without fail, that annoying noise wakes him up. And every morning he looks out the window to see her walking down the escalator, which would normally be running in the upward direction if it were switched on.
Why does she not take the path next to the escalator? It would make the going much easier for her. And where does she go with that one single steel pole every morning? He ponders her routine just as he has every morning.
Another of life’s great mysteries…just like the question of who my real father is. The thought comes unbidden, as if the urban chemistry swirling in the air is mocking him. The smog of the early dawn creeps in—a reminder of the clogged, urban city where he lives—masking the scene below until all he can see is his own face reflected in his mind’s eye.
Without turning, he reaches for the half-empty cigarette pack placed within arm’s length on the small wrought iron table on the terrace. He flicks on the vintage Ronson gas lighter, its golden casing long since rubbed away by frequent use to a dull brown. The cigarette paper crackles as it lights up. He pulls in a drag and exhales, watching the smoke as it melds with the smog, hitting the sticky side of the taller one hundred and eight storey-high apartment buildings on either side of the street. The smog slithers toward the other open window of the apartment diagonally opposite, where the young man living there often parades his women.
His heart begins to beat in sync to the thump, kreeee, thump, kreeee, even as the sound fades. He shuts his eyes. I am safe. I am safe. No. I am scared, so scared. Feeling so helpless is unstoppable, and the sensation grows within him.
After stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette with jerky movements, he reaches for another.
Athira’s voice rings in his ears. “Being sixteen isn’t permission to smoke your lungs out all in one go. You’ve got the rest of your life to live. Space it out a bit.”
He steels himself against the prick of consciousness that was bound to follow and continues to light his second cigarette of the day. As he pulls on the cigarette with his right hand, he plays with the faded Ronson in his left. Its smooth, much rubbed surface is a slight comfort. It’s the only reminder left of his father.
Adopted father, he corrects himself.
However much his logical mind tried to believe what Athira told him, his heart refused to listen. Athira would always remain both his father and mother. The man had not just raised him, but had showered him in love in a strong affectionate manner, which had bound them forever.
As usual, thinking of Athira sends his mind into overdrive and he shuts his eyes against the pain. He can feel every separate beat of his heart, realise the full breadth of his life, and discern each individual moment in that space.
So, this is how it feels to be powerless. His thoughts hang alongside the window and then hurtle against the glass, crashing into a thousand pieces in his mind.
Stop! Breathe! He admonishes himself, and clinging on, tries to haul himself up. Mentally, he stays suspended over the precipice for a few seconds, and then he is there, back on stable ground.
Yudi sighs and opens his eyes. Panic attacks have an annoying way of creeping up on him when he is at his most vulnerable. The images will come rushing back and once more his mind races over that well trodden memory path.


While born in India, Laxmi Hariharan has lived in Singapore and Hong Kong and is now based in London. She has written for various publications including The Times of India, The Independent, Inside Singapore, Inside Hong Kong and Asian Age. Indian mythology inspires her work. When not writing, this chai-swigging technophile enjoys long walks in the woods, growing eye-catching flowers and indulging her inner geek.  Her debut novel The Destiny of Shaitan is available on Amazon



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Nov. 11th- Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Nov. 12th- James Calbraith (Review)

Nov. 13th- b00k r3vi3ws (Review/Giveaway)

Nov. 14th- Kindle and Me (Book Spotlight/Giveaway)

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Alexa Ale said...

Thanks for sharing the excerpt and for the giveaway

Laxmi Hariharan said...

Hi Laurie, thank you for hosting me. I loved reading about your beautiful lake community and your love for scifi. I hope you'll get a chance to read The Destiny of Shaitan - as its fantasy inspired by Indian mythology - which I think you'll find interesting :) Laxmi

Beckey said...

Thanks for sharing (FYI just noticed that the book that you got to like on the rafter was FREE)

New to me author


Mer said...

Interesting excerpt! I really like the use of the present tense, as it gives a real sense of urgency.

Rashda Khan said...

What a fun interview! And I love that you use Indian mythology as the foundation of you book!

Wishing you best of luck, Laxmi!

Jen Haile said...

I love both fantasy and India mythology! I really want to read this!

Anonymous said...

I like any kind of mythology in a book, so this should be great!
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