Monday, April 15, 2013

Cailín, Book I of the Anam Céile Chronicles by Rosalind Scarlett: Character Interview and Excerpt



CHARACTER INTERVIEW With Aislinn MacAuliffe of Cailín

Where do you dream of traveling to and why?  Since I discovered me abilities, I am able to travel anywhere I wish rather quickly.  As I am an immortal, someday soon, I will see everything this planet has to lay before me.

What was the scariest moment of your life?   The day everything changed and I lost all that I knew to be true in me life.

What do you do to unwind and relax?  Me chosen method to find relaxation is to play me violin in the out of doors while sitting amongst me animal friends.

Who should play you in a film?   A film you say?  What that be? . . . Oh, I see!  What a fascinating concept!  Well, in that case, I think Christina Hendricks, Bryce Dallas Howard or Rachel Hurd-Wood would all be fabulous choices to portray me.

What makes you happy?  Most content I be when roaming free through the lands of me homeland of Ireland, the feel of the mist in the fog upon me skin, breathing in the crisp morning air, plucking up wildflowers and relishing their vibrant colors and aromas, and having me love, Donovan, near to me so that I may breathe in his scent and revel in the feel of his touch.

What one word best describes you?  Determined

Do your friends think you are an introvert or an extravert? Why? 

Others would likely say I am an introvert.  Although ‘tis not that I am particularly quiet, I do prefer to spend me time alone and do not find many people I feel I relate with.  But when I met me love, Donovan, for the first I felt truly able to relate with another person and ‘twas the most delightful feeling!

What is something people would be surprised to know about you? 

Although I found me soul mate in Donovan, I never truly wanted to fall in love in the first place.  However, if you asked me whether I would take it all back if I could, me answer would alas be no, fer even though falling in love inevitably resulted in causing me the most immense pain ever I have known, also did it show me the profound feelings which I be capable of possessing.

A love which transcends existence . . .

It is the year 1702.  Aislinn, the daughter of a sheep farmer in western Ireland, is a tenacious redheaded lass who has NO intention of ever settling into the dutiful roles of marriage and motherhood demanded of her by her father.  The only thing she has ever wanted is to pursue her dreams of being a professional fiddler, and that is fully what she intends to do— with or without the blessing of her family.
Nevertheless, all that, and so much more, is about to change when she is unwilling persuaded into participating in her older cousin’s girlish, traditional Celtic love spell to see the face of the lad she will be destined to marry.  Aislinn doesn’t take it at all seriously, until that night when she dreams of a handsome dark-haired lad— just as she was told would happen. 
Falling for some charming lad was never part of her plans.  Only now, Aislinn cannot seem to shake her obsession with him— nor does she want to!  And though she never looks back after he comes into her life, things seem to do anything but fall beautifully into place.
The vision of Donovan was not the only vision that Aislinn had ever experienced.  She had always felt out of the ordinary somehow.  She just didn’t know why— yet.
Her father never misses an opportunity to rebuke Aislinn for her peculiarities.  He accuses her of being a changeling of the sidhe, the dreaded faerie folk of Ireland that delight in causing mischief for decent folk like him. 
Perhaps she is.
Fact is, for most of her life, Aislinn has been tormented by strange visions.  And now, every one of them is about to manifest themselves to her.
Just when all Aislinn believes she wanted is right within her grasp, she awakes in a strange bed in a castle surrounded by Vampires and the commanding presence of a striking man with an otherworldly attraction. 
She has no idea of his intentions, but from the shivers surging down her spine she is certain she’s about to find out.  
Everything is about to change . . .
She finds herself heaved into a world of secrets, violence and lust so powerful— it will either consume her or destroy her.
The thing is, Aislinn has no earthly idea of who or what she actually is.  To discover the secret for herself, she will embark on a quest which will test her strength and devotion more than she could ever have imagined. 
But first, she’ll have to lose everything!
Cailín, Book I of the Anam Ceíle Chronicles
Now Available on Amazon 

I stepped out onto that stage as me name be pronounced to the crowd, viewing more people than I had dared to imagine.  Instantly, me head began spinning and me stomach churning.  I squeezed me eyes several times to try to stop it all and regain meself.
Me ears felt as if they had ignited, certain I be they would singe me hair any moment!  Me head floating away again as I tried hard to reason it back to me body.  Me arms felt as though they were going numb whilst at the same time the trembling started to take root.  That be when I thought about the mechanics of playing and realised me mind be a total blank.  Suddenly I found meself feeling terrified at the outcome of this! 
What be I thinking, agreeing to do this?  I’ll make an utter fool of meself!  So dizzy I feel I cannot see straight, everything is a spinning blur.  What if I fall right off the stage?  Oh, I think I may vomit . . .  And with me arms all numb, how am I to hold me instrument?  And what song be I meant to play!  Wait!  Believe I do not even recollect HOW to play at all!  What is it me hands are supposed to do?  And how are they supposed to do anything at all, tingling as they are?
I looked out and suddenly in the blurry sea of faces awaiting me performance to commence, one face did stretch out to me in perfect clarity. 
Donovan!  It truly be him!  I cannot fathom how I did not see him straightaway!
 His beautiful face wrapped me in a veil of calm and amazed I be at how then I be able to compose meself and focus. 
I inhaled deeply, closed me eyes softly and willed meself to play.  Swiftly the notes just came to me fingers without having to think about them in the least.  Me arm effortlessly began to stroke the strings of me fiddle with the bow as the cadence just rolled off them in a wave of melody over the crowd. 
As the music derived of me own hands did soothe me, once again I be able to open me eyes.  Donovan be the first image they beheld.  And overjoyed I be to see he actually seemed truly mesmerized by me playing.  His eyes were affixed upon me, and ‘twas evident he be basking in the ambiance of me music and absorbing it, I hoped, much as do I. 
Then I be most certain I heard him say to someone, “Just look at her!  She be not even aware of how beautiful she be.” 
Did you truly just say that?  Beautiful?  Me?  Or be it merely me imagination? 
Comical, how only a short time ago, I did not know how I would make it through this performance, and now me time was already up, the next performers waiting off to the side fer me to clear the stage!   I bowed, waving and smiling to the crowd and then, directly at him as our eyes met and locked fer a long moment.  As I turned and walked across the stage, I could still feel his eyes rooting into me.  When I reached the back, I sat fer a spell and took in a long, deep breath to revive me body and wrap me mind around all that had just taken place.
Upon exiting through the back stage curtain, most pleasantly surprised I be to find Donovan waiting right outside. 
“Good day, Aislinn!” Donovan confirmed rather gleefully, a heartbreaking smile upon his face.  “I must say, I did thoroughly enjoy your performance.  Not any inclination had I that you be so musically gifted!” 
“Indeed?  Did you not?  Rather, what I mean to say, be truly you believe so?”  As per usual, me words just stumbled right out of me when I be around him.
Then, the realization struck that Donovan’s being here at the festival must have nothing to do with me.  Surely he be here fer the matchmaking games and is only being polite in saying hello to me.  Thereby, I feigned an indifferent air. 
“I trust you have been matched well, then,” I stated, me tone assuming a cynical air.
“Actually, I have not . . .”  At that, the sweet smile dissolved from his face, and was abruptly replaced with a look of confusion.
“Well, ‘tis astounded I be, a fine lad such as you, Donovan!”  I brashly interrupted, caught up in the ignorance of me defensive charade.  “Yet, not to worry, ‘tis confident I be you shall hook the lass of yer heart’s desire, as still the day be young,” I declared somewhat disdainfully.
Disconcerted by me unmistakable scorn, his brow furrowed as Donovan replied, “In reality, the festivities hold not a smidgeon of appeal fer me,” he attempted to explain.
Alas, still too caught up in me own renunciation of the slightest probability of his holding any intentions fer me, once again I did interrupt him.  “Then why even trouble yerself in being here?” I demanded crossly.
Donovan stared at me rather resolutely as he stated determinedly, in a tone more austere than ever I had heard from him, “’Tis solely you I be here to see, Aislinn MacAuliffe.  I heard you were to be performing here and wished to behold your compositions.”
“Oh,” I simply hung me head down, too mortified to say anything else. 
Fortunate fer me, Donovan— yet fer some reason unknown— thought me raucous awkwardness somehow endearing, as he smiled pleasantly and said, “’Twould be a pleasure to escort you to dinner.  Would you do me the honour, Miss MacAuliffe?”
I stood and stared wide-eyed at him fer at last I comprehended that his face be gazing back at me in the manner which long I have yearned fer it to.  
Could this truly be happening?  Did he truly just invite me to dinner?  Alright, Aislinn, compose yerself!  Halt yer daftness and utter something to him!
I compelled meself to snap out of me childish behaviour and affected a sincere, albeit still stunned, smile.  “Why, thank you, Donovan, true ‘tis positively famished I be!  Most grateful I would be to accompany you to dinner!” 
Remarkable!  How I said that so eloquently, never shall I know!  With any luck, I’ll sustain it!
Quite pleased he seemed as he took the fiddle case and bags from me to carry as he led me down the walk through the village of Lisdoonvarna and to a lovely little café.  Grateful I be ‘twas a quiet place so that we might enjoy some time alone fer once. 
Thereby we did sit at a cozy table, facing each other.  Here alone with him fer the first, I be utterly wanting fer words.  I could sense me anxiety escalating as the blaring silence grew ever more stark.  Donovan simply sat there across from me regarding me with the strangest expression. 
“What be the matter?” I demanded somewhat warily.  “Why do you stare at me so?”  I be convinced he presently regretted his rash decision to invite me to dinner.
‘Twas amused he appeared, as though he were debating whether he intended to reveal his riddle.  “What a bizarre girl you be, Aislinn!  I think you surely must hail from another world entirely!” Donovan alleged with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, me eyes cast down. 
So, he thinks of me just as me father does.  Be he here only to mock me, then?  
Me heart be clenched by me stomach as it plummeted. 
 “Truly, Aislinn,” Donovan spoke, an intent tone in his voice now as he leaned forth and reached across to embrace me hand in his.  “You be the most intriguing lass ever I have had the pleasure of meeting!  In all certainty, set me on fire you have— with your blazing hair and your shining eyes as stars, and especially your most ardent spirit!”
Did he truly say now what me mind believes to be hearing? 
So bamboozled I be that I found meself staring intently at his lips, I suppose to confirm the words I heard coming from them.  Gazing upon his lips instantly reminded me of the sensuousness of consuming a succulent strawberry.  I felt meself succumbing to me imagination . . . those lips pressing against mine, his succulent tongue dancing with mine.  His hands . . . 



Rosalind Scarlett lives in Boulder, Colorado with her loving and supportive husband, two rambunctious little boys, her beautiful Great Dane, Isis and her proud bunny, Micah.  She holds degrees in Psychology and Interior Design. Rosalind is zealously proud to be of Celtic ancestry.
When not immersed in her writings, Rosalind's passions are reading, listening to music, yoga, spiritual exploration, organic gardening and living, riding horses, transforming ugly, old houses to their former splendor, riding bicycles with her family, hiking, mountains, lush evergreen forests, foggy mornings, falling snow, feeding old bread to small critters and watching nature form her deck on crisp evenings with a glass of wine.
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Jane Ritz said...

This sounds like a book I'd really like to read. Thanks for the giveaway!

desitheblonde said...