Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Ellyne Thandaril is a reclusive war hero. She’s a gunslinger from the Legacy Age—the period before magic powered everything on the planet. She was happier then, quite the fan of a simpler, quieter life.
Now, however, she eschews most people, preferring to either hang out at her friend’s bar, or complete various contracts for money. She avoids magic at all costs, believing it to be unnatural and dangerous. In a city where everyone utilizes it, she might be the only individual who doesn’t.
Laying low can only last for so long, however, and she finds herself on the run, reluctantly paired with Nicole, the world’s most powerful mage who is pursued by both the government and magic’s alien stewards, the Kithrak.
Ellyne basically just wants out of the whole mess until she learns an old adversary is involved. Once she figures this out, she gains a thirst for revenge.
Together, she and Nicole try to work together not only to simply survive, but ultimately turn the tables and emerge victorious.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I believe anything is possible. More than that, I want to believe in the paranormal. Too often, the wonder is literally sucked out of life, and I prefer to hold out hope that maybe the supernatural and paranormal are genuine elements.
I don’t have any actual experiences that I’m aware of. However, I once had a tiny TV (old CRT TV) in the kitchen, and it would routinely turn itself on in the middle of the night. Totally creeped me out. After fiddling with it, I determined there was a short somewhere. It only ever turned itself on after everyone was in bed, so I hadn’t ruled out anything paranormal at the time.
I got rid of the TV.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
After Mage Breaker launches, I will instantly begin The Last Available’s launch campaign. The Last Available is another fantasy book but, this time, it’s purely for fun. Imagine the most dysfunctional band of adventurers tagged to save the world...because all the good adventurers have already perished. It’s all for laughs and it should be a good time.
After The Last Available, I shift gears and return for Mage Breaker’s sequel, Mage Breaker: Eight Bullets. There’s not a lot I can say about this book yet, since the first one is only just about to launch. But I promise it will be a wild ride!
Excerpt:
Ellyne gently closed her eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the man mutter his incantation. His deliberate and careful pronunciations were a stark contrast to Nicole who simply teleported on a whim—as effortless as blinking her eyes. The Kithrak, too, were more skilled at certain types of magic, though their ability came nowhere close to Nicole’s. For a brief moment, Ellyne wondered if Nicole really could have beaten everyone here.It was an interesting thought—a thought that was interrupted by hot, searing pain erupting from every part of her body. She opened her eyes and screamed, feeling as if she would be torn apart.“What’s wrong?” someone asked.“I … I don’t know!” Torval replied. “The spell failed! Why’s she screaming?”“What the hell is going on?” someone else shouted.Ellyne would’ve liked to see the looks on their faces, but she only saw spots across her vision as the pressure within her mounted, came to a head, and burst outward with a deafening explosion.The hands supporting her fell away and she slumped to the ground, her vision dark and her ears ringing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, her trying not to pass out, and she was fully prepared for someone to hoist her back to her feet and drag her away at any moment.But as her vision began to clear and her hearing returned, she neither saw nor heard movement. There was no magic battle, no shouts or yells, no flashes of light from spells being cast—nothing. The sound of her own breathing was deafening by comparison.As she struggled to her feet, standing on shaky legs, she began to see what transpired and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be appalled. She staggered forward, stumbling but catching herself on the bench she’d just a few minutes ago used as cover. It was now bent, the metal having been twisted and shattered by the car that fell on it mere moments ago.“It’s like the Metro all over again,” she muttered.
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