Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Familiar Origins By B. Pine: Interview & Excerpt: Heroines With Heart Tour Stop

 

 




B. Pine is an award-winning fantasy and science fiction author who keeps her days full by writing, gardening, reading and raising her little ones. She is an avid reader of fantasy, science fiction, and vampire novels, particularly stories with backgrounds based on medieval culture from Western Europe and England, where she lived for four years. Her passion for writing was born after taking a college course in creative writing. She graduated from the University of Maryland and Wilmington University with degrees in Business Management and Accounting, respectively. Her debut novel, Familiar Origins, has won two Royal Dragonfly Book Awards, and her Draca Wards series will be continued in 2013. She also has a short story published in The Imperium Saga: Anthology with fellow authors from Silver Leaf Books, LLC. She is currently working on the next installment of her fantasy saga. Also, visit her at http://dracawards.com/.

 
 
When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I write mostly at night. My most productive time is late at night after everyone else at home is asleep. My writing hours are between 10PM and 1AM.


Does your significant other read your stuff?
Yes, he does. He is one of my beta readers. He loves sci-fi/fantasy and paranormal books, so he really enjoys reading what I write. He is also good at pointing out weak areas and critiquing.


Do you have critique partners or beta readers?
I do. Aside from my better half, my sister is also one of my beta readers. Her feedback is very important to me because she is also the book designer and illustrator for my Draca Wards series. My mother also critiques my work; she is a retired teacher, so she helps with proofreading. Sometimes I worry about bias on their part, but the truth is, they do not pull any punches when they feel something can be improved.


Who are your books published with?
My two novels are published by Silver Leaf Books, LLC. They are a small independent press, and while their budget and resources are small, they are very open to my suggestions, and they allowed me to work with my sister as the illustrator for my books.


Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?
B. Pine is my pen name.  It comes from the first initial of my name, Bonnie, and a shortening of my maiden name, Pinero.



Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
One important thing I would suggest to beginning writers is that you have to take your time, especially when editing and revising. This is hard for even me to do, but once a story is finished, you have to put your work aside for at least a few weeks. This way you have a more detached mindset and can see the forest from the trees once you begin to edit.

Describe what it’s like to be an author in three words.
Roller-coaster ride. And I am sure I’m not the first person to give that answer!

Use no more than two sentences. Why should we read your book?
Unlike most fantasy stories that focus around a single hero or heroine destined to save the world, Familiar Origins is a story about a group of characters, each of them equally important to the plot. If you are looking to fall in love with a new cast of great characters, then you have to read my book.
 

 


Chapter 1 - A Cry for Help

Rohen tried very hard not to cry as he watched his mother wash the black stripe off the entrance to their home. He wondered why she was taking off his father’s mourning sign so soon. A month had not yet passed since he drowned.
His sister had tried to explain to him why so many changes were happening so fast. Mama needed to find someone to take care of them. She was lucky to marry so soon. She wanted to make sure everything went back to normal, so they could all be happy once more. His sister had tried hard, but Rohen still could not understand. Papa was gone, nothing would be normal, and he would never be happy again. And why would Mama decide to end Papa’s mourning period when she still cried at night, thinking no one could hear her?
“Rohen, are you ready yet? You need to meet your father at the mesa.” His mother turned to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen.
He was eight; he should not cry. But he took one look at her sad face and could not help himself.
“He is not my Papa.” He quickly rubbed the tears off his face.
His mother turned and kept scrubbing the door. “Well, he is going to care for you and do all the things your father did before he drowned, so it would be nice if you saw him as your Papa.”
Rohen watched quietly as the sooty mark washed away under his mother’s wet brush.
“But you don’t have to call him anything you don’t want,” she added. “Everything will work out well, I promise. Now go find your sister and get to the mesa.” She looked back at him and smiled.
Her smile made him feel better. She was so beautiful. At least he would always have her and Erria. He ran off to find his sister.
 Rohen went to the side of the cottage and picked up his tiny bow and quiver. His father made them for him shortly before he died, and had given Rohen a few lessons. Erria was teaching him now. Rohen loved his bow and arrows. He took them everywhere he went. He threw the quiver over his shoulder and headed to the path leading to the mesa.
He saw his older sister up ahead and ran to catch up with her. “Errie!”
Erria stopped and waited for him. “Why did you bring your bow? We are not going to shoot quail.”
Rohen shrugged. “Why does he want to meet us there anyway? He doesn’t like us.”
Erria ruffled his dark brown hair. “He wants to spend time with us,” she said. “We are his children now, you know.”
“I don’t think he wants us to be his children, Errie.”
“Nonsense. He would not have married Mama if he didn’t want us.”
“I don’t like the way he looks at us.”
“He’s just trying to get to know us, Rowy.” She put a comforting arm around him.
“I wish Papa were still here.” He squeezed his bow.
“We all do, Rowy.” She looked so sad Rohen almost started crying again. “But we still have Mama, and we have each other.”
Rohen wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. “I’m so glad you are my big sister, Errie. You will always take care of me, right?” What would he do without her?
Erria laughed and hugged him back. “Soon you will not want me around. Look at you, four years younger than me, and you are already better with the bow than I. You will not need me watching out for you for very long.”
“Sure I will. I will always need you.”
She ruffled his hair again. “Come on, we are wasting time.” She pulled him along.
As they walked, the foliage began to thicken, and the trees became bigger. The path sloped upward for a short distance before leveling off. Soon they walked through a row of trees into a clearing.
The clearing opened up to a stone plateau. The plateau stopped before a wide river, which poured over the side in a huge curtain of water. The sound of splashing water and singing birds made the area calm and peaceful. People usually crowded the popular mesa, but that day there was only one person there. He had his back to them.
“Papa!” Erria called out. She ran over to him.
Rohen made a face. He was not their Papa. He followed his sister slowly, clutching his bow tightly.
Erria jumped into her stepfather’s arms. He hugged her and pointed to a small rise where a person could look over the waterfall. Rohen was too far to hear what he told her. The girl jogged toward the rise.
Rohen turned to join Erria. He noticed his stepfather pick up his bow and some arrows, which were lying on the ground. He took one of the arrows and notched it.
Rohen looked around. There were no birds to shoot at. What is he going to shoot? He stopped walking and watched his sister go up the rise and look over. She was very close to the edge. He looked back at his stepfather. The man aimed straight up at the sky, then lowered the bow and pointed it at Erria.
Rohen suddenly realized what was about to happen.
He had to stop him, before he shot his sister. He whipped out an arrow and fired.
The small arrow lodged into his stepfather’s hand, but not before his own arrow loosed. It streaked toward Erria.
“Errie!”
The young girl turned, and the arrow pierced her neck. The momentum threw her off the rise, and she vanished over the waterfall. She was gone before Rohen could finish his scream.
Rohen notched another arrow, but he was crying so hard he could barely see. He tried to get a clear view of his sister’s killer. “Why? Why did you do that?” He blinked the tears out of his eyes and shot again.
His stepfather dodged the arrow. He did not answer Rohen’s question. Pulling the first arrow out of his hand with a grunt, he stood up and growled, “Come here, pup. You’re next!” He drew a long knife and approached the boy.
Help! Someone help my sister! Rohen turned and ran into the forest.


 
 

Eight children, powerful enough to annihilate the vulnerable world in which they live, are wanted by a small but elite group of dragons. Some dragons are good, some are not, but they all have the same goal: To find these children, bond them, and use them as pawns in their ever-enduring conflict.

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