Defying her father Elazaryn’s wishes, Aryelle - luminarie maiden and heir to the Seat of Ka’Andharra - empathetically “assumes” a wounded messenger who arrives bearing portentous tidings. In response, Elazaryn sends Aryelle on a two-fold journey of self discovery, charging her with the care of her younger cousin, Karril. They are joined in ancient Wellwood Forest by Lureli of the Mer and her four mute slaves, as they seek to overcome the Reign of Shadow by attending a Summit meant to unite the varied races of Emrysia. Overwhelming obstacles challenge the trio along the way, including a run-in with three ancient, cannibalistic hags. These “Omniscients” – the keepers of the Swamps of Dire - unwillingly offer the key to conquering the present darkness. With the help of Eleanor and her foster father Nodd, fauen of the Aurrac clan-herds, the youngsters finally ascend Mt. Cor only to find that the Summit is a sham. Borrac, Aurracan Head Chieftain, shows his true colors, which are as black as his beard. The luminaries, along with their new companions, Rona the praircat and a handful of others, escape with their lives, if not spirits, intact. But at least one of their number is not to be trusted as they begin the perilous journey homeward...
Barely into the homeward journey, disaster strikes as Lureli’s servants vanish and her precious transformation potion is lost. Tensions rise and the group splits up, reaching Rona’s warren separately. But before they can query the Stone of Seeing or even witness the birth of Rona’s pups, they are swallowed in a timeless void. Traveling through what they come to know as the Connectedness Locus, they encounter Lydian shape shifters, an angry Dezrot, and Lureli’s evil former mentor, Japhra. Alone, but now certain they are the Chosen who must save Emrysia from the Reign of Shadow, Aryelle, Lureli and Eleanor go their separate ways until fate calls them together once again.
From Emrysia: Endurance:
Sent home by Mandelbrot to prepare for their role as “Chosen”, each of the Three Sisters finds herself in unexpected circumstances from which there is no easy return. Will they learn what is required and be able to reunite in time to save Emrysia?
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Q&A WITH C.a. morgan
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? I've always known I wanted to write and illustrate books, and I have proof: I told my kindergarten teacher so, and she wrote it on my report card! I took the long road to get here, and have done a lot of other jobs over the years, but none so satisfying. Once you're doing what you love - what you're good at - time no longer matters.
What was the hardest thing about writing your books? The hardest part of writing (for me) is not having enough time to do it. I know that contradicts what I just said about time, but hear me out. On one hand, when I'm writing, it's like I fall into the timeless void in my second book. I forget to eat, I stay in my jammies typing all day, I essentially LIVE in Emrysia, and I love it there. But...I am also a wife and mother of five, active in my community, and have various other obligations. We live in a rural area, so I spend A LOT of time in the car chauffeuring those kids back & forth. And, don't get me started on marketing - the bane of any authors' existence!
What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors? Read and write as much as you can. Write the kind of books you want to read - that's key. Learn to love editing. Decide what your goals are for your writing career, and then be prepared to work your butt off. Success won't just fall into your lap. I'm still deciding if the parts I don't love are worth it.
For your own reading, do you prefer eBooks or traditional paper/hard back books? I don't even own an E-reader, but even if I did, I would miss the feel of a book in my hands. And, I actually prefer paperbacks since I never know what to do with dust jackets!
If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters? You know what? I love an underdog. I would want young unknowns to play my Three Sisters and become famous for their roles. Let's give a shot to someone trying hard to make it in a tough business! But for the supporting characters...Tom Hanks would be Nodd, Eleanor's step-father, Jude Law for Aryelle's father, Elazaryn - I could just see him with wings! - and Johnny Depp as the hoofed villain, Borrac. Ooh - he could be nasty! He would have to bulk up though...
Sneak peak into Emrysia: endurance (vol. 3 of the three sisters trilogy
Eleanor’s knife arm swung in a deadly arc as rocky cave walls coalesced out of the void, and the ground solidified beneath her hooves. Whoever waited in ambush would soon feel its sting! Her blade, alas, made no contact. She kept it drawn while her vision cleared, her body a coiled spring, tensed and ready for action. Every fiber, every nerve bristled with the all too familiar sensation of controlled fear.
Quickly, she sized up her situation. The cave was familiar, as well-known to her as the fleece of her thigh, even though years had passed since she had last visited it. She scanned the interior a second time, more thoroughly now, having confirmed that she was indeed alone. Whoever Mandelbrot had thought would be waiting for her must have already moved on.
She stepped cautiously toward the cave’s opening, still hung with a mottled gray fleece, a windbreak translucent enough to let in some light but, as she knew from experience, practically indiscernible from the rocky slope outside. She recalled watching Nodd hang it - “to keep out the cold” he had said, though she knew better. Little clouds of her own expelled breath told her that it was winter here, too. She stood listening for movement outside the cave, and finally, sheathed her blade.
For the time being at least, she was alone.
What a relief! She liked it better this way. No whining mermaid, no blind fairy, no chattering praircat. No responsibility for anyone other than herself. There was firewood stacked along the far wall, near the narrow passage that led to the second chamber, and she still remembered where the cache of grain and roots were stored, if the villagers hadn’t finished them off. No matter. She was used to fending for herself. In no time at all she could have a roaring fire going. Tomorrow would be soon enough to hunt a nice fat hare or ptarmigan, or maybe something bigger. She could be snug here all winter if she needed to be.