Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Firebolt by Adrienne Woods: Character Interview and Excerpt

 





Meet Lucian Mckenzie

Adrienne: Where were you born?

Lucian: In Tith - Alkadeen (capital of Tith).

Adrienne: How old are you?

Lucian: Turning 20 on August 6th.

Adrienne: Were you born with the mark of the Dragon Riders, aka The Dragonians.

Lucian: Sort of, my mark is on my right lower abdomen and looks more like a dirt spot. It's not very dark and I'm afraid if I rub too hard it's going to come off (chuckle). Just joking. I'm like one shade away from being one of the non-gifted kids who's parents pay a lot of money to attend Dragonia Academy.

Adrienne: So, Lucian. I heard you are a prince?

Lucian: Urgh (eye roll) Yeah.

Adrienne: You don't want to be a prince?

Lucian: Do you want to be royalty? It's not as glamorous as people think. You have to attend really boring functions and meetings. At the last Royal Council meeting I actually fell asleep. My father hasn't taken me to another one yet. You can't enjoy a night out without cameras flashing in your eyes, and you always have to think three times before you speak. Not to mention the responsibility that weighs on my shoulders. I mean, I'm going to run a country one day. I don't think I'll be able to, but I'm going to try. (He’s starting to become restless in his chair) You’re sure my mom won't see this?

Adrienne: I promise you she won't. (And there's the gorgeous smile)

Adrienne: Do you have any close friends?

Lucian: I'm the prince of Tith, what do you think? (We both start to laugh) Yes, a couple. The rest, I think just want a piece of the spot light.

Adrienne: So, you guys really ride on dragons?

Lucian: (He roars with laughter.) You should see the look on your face. Yes, but first you've got to tame one. We call it a claim. It's better to wait until you gain your ability. It usually happens around your 17th birthday, depending on how dark your mark is. Only then will you know which breed of dragon you are compatible with, and it makes the claiming procedure easier.

Adrienne: How many breeds are there?

Lucian: (He smiles again.) Ten. They all have different abilities.

Adrienne: So, back to the claiming procedure. What is it you need to do?

Lucian: You basically fight with the dragon until it surrenders.

(A small shriek leaves my lips) Adrienne: Don't you get hurt?

Lucian: Sometimes, but there are dragons that can heal human injuries in a matter of hours.

Adrienne: So what's your ability?

Lucian: I haven't ascended yet (meaning gained his extra ability)

Adrienne: How do you ascend?

Lucian: It's different for everyone. Some riders became really sick, and I mean, death bed sick. Then before they slip into the everlasting life, they change, and wake up with an extra ability. Others get it through the forces of nature. Some, but it's really rare, only ascend when facing their dragon in a claim, but the Academy almost never allows it.

Adrienne: What's your biggest fear?

Lucian: (He sighs) Not being able to claim the Rubicon.

Adrienne: The Rubicon?

Lucian: He's one of a kind. A really strong dragon that can do many things, from spitting acid to breathing fire. We all know him as Blake. We used to be really good friends, the best. But his dark side is already starting to take over and if I don't claim him soon, he will become evil.

Adrienne: Your friends with a dragon?

Lucian: (He chuckles) they do own a human form too, and yes. He used to be one of the most amazing and caring people I know. I guess that’s why I'm so hard on myself when it comes to claiming him.

Adrienne: On the lighter side, do you have someone special?

Lucian: Yes, there is, but it's complicated. It's a royalty thing. I'm trying hard to make my dad understand that we don't live in the 16th Century anymore.

Adrienne: Do you have pets?

Plenty: 5 horses, a monkey name Jeeves, 4 parrots, a spider and an English bulldog name Cat.

Adrienne: Cat?

Lucian: Short for Catastrophy. My mom named him. (We both laugh.)

Adrienne: Do you have a secret?

Lucian: Yes, but it's more of a family secret. I don't know what I would do if my friends ever find out about it.

Adrienne: Well, then I hope with all my heart nobody finds out.

It was so nice meeting you Lucian, and I can't recall ever meeting a prince for real. I wish you all the luck with claiming the Rubicon and can't wait to read more about you in Firebolt.

Lucian: Thanks for having me.

He gets up, kisses my hand, and disappears into the unknown.

 


Firebolt
The Dragonian Series
Book One
Adrienne Woods
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: GMTA  Publishing – Mythos Press
Date of Publication: 20th November 2013
ISBN: 13: 978-1491244654
Number of pages: 289
Word Count: 95 000
Cover Artist: Mary Park and Kitty Bullard

Book Description:
Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year-old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena is in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena's heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh and the only way Elena's going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales. Now it's time for Elena to believe in...herself.
 




Chapter One
A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
     The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind. With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad's figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw, the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just as suddenly as he had appeared.
     My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being wanted to explode.
     Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From what? Beats me.                  
     For the last two weeks, I'd been pacing up and down through the house, struggling to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.
     For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this way!              
     I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in the wide leg of my jeans.  I tried to regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it sounded as if I'd broken something.
     Dad darted back into my room. "Are you okay?" He lifted me back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.
     Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I stared up at him.
    "Don't give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed. “We need to go. Now.”
    "Dad…"
     He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes. He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn't the right place, Bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”
     His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”
     "Elena, we don't have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You can ask questions later." He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.
     Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why we are on the run for the gazillionth time.' “Trust me” and “I'll tell you when the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. Guess time with him will never be right.
     It was no use arguing with him anyway. Once, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.
     So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad didn't know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my backpack. It wasn't much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.
     Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and near the countryside, and we always left after three months.
     The pickup's horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I'll be eighteen and free from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.
     The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway, forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck, my jeans and shoes were soaking wet. 
     Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin.  As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased us.  My lower lip quivered softly as he swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.
       A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn't handle his paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was how much he hated her for leaving us.
     The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following us. Now, I didn't look at him or care much for what he was going through. He created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed that.
     The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved onto the turnoff lane.
     My eyes started to burn as I stared at the rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy. I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.
     Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left, which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to process what had just happened.
     “What was that?” I looked at Dad.
      He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that conflicted with his personality. I'd never seen Dad look that scared in my entire life.
     “Dad!”
     “Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.
     “See where what went? Dad what was that!”
     “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
     “For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn't take the unknown anymore.
    “Fine.” He mumbled something else that I didn't catch. "Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?"
    “Stories? What stories?”
    “The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again with huge, unblinking eyes.
     Vaguely, but I didn't tell him that. "What does that have to do with this?"
     “They're real.”
      I froze and I stared at him.
      “All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is real.”








I was born and raised in South Africa, where I still live with my husband, and two beautiful little girls. I always knew that I was going to be a writer but it only started to happen about four years ago, now I can’t stop writing.

In my free time, If I get any because Moms don’t really have free time, I love to spend time with friends, if it’s a girls night out, or just a movie, I’m a very chilled person.

My writing career is starting with Firebolt, book one with the Dragonian Series, there will be four books in total and two to three books that is about the stories taking place inside The Dragonian Series.

I do write in different Genres, I have a woman’s fiction called the Pregnancy Diaries, but it would be published under another name. And then I have a paranormal series, called the Watercress series. There are about ten novels in that one.

So, plenty of novels to come out, so little time.

I hope you are going to embrace the Dragonian Series as much as I loved writing them.


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4 comments:

woodsadrienne said...

Thank you Laurie for hosting me and Lucian today.

I hope everyone loves him as much as I do.

Adrienne

Shadowwolf said...

This sounds like a really awesome story!! :) Thank you for the giveaway!

(signed in as Amber M)

Suleika said...

Sounds like a really cool story. I enjoyed the interview :)

Natasha D said...

Sounds like a great read!!
Thanks for the chance to win!