It was no more than idle talk in the marketplace that began it.
When Pluriel is accidentally reminded of an old prophecy, he and three companions begin the long journey to Nevarra Swamp. Their mission? A nearly hopeless attempt to recapture the Sword of the Star, stolen centuries ago by Jalavak. This Sword is the only weapon which can defeat the Dark Lord, for he was wounded by it in the war of the Valintari at the dawn of time. But what can Pluriel, Ringard, Galdore and Tristal do alone? For if the prophecy is to be fulfilled, the Star itself must fall from the sky – and how could such a thing come to pass?
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“The story is fast paced, not too heavy or too long. Well written with believable characters. It would appeal to fans of Lord of the Rings and similar fantasy series.”
“A wonderful fantasy by a young writer who shows great promise.”
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Targeted Age Group:: Young Adult & Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
A few years ago, at the height of our interest in The Lord of the Rings, one of my friends (I’ll call her Emily) and I would think out long and elaborate stories concerning us having adventures in Middle-earth. It was fan-fiction, only we kept it in our heads rather than putting it to paper or screen. One day, however, when Emily was describing one of these stories to me, a spark inside me burst into flame. It was just one sentence that Emily spoke that awakened something in my imagination; I can’t remember what exactly she said anymore, but whatever it was, it evoked a feeling of mystery and beauty. A story plot took shape, and I described it to Emily, who gave me permission to use a couple of her ideas.
I simply couldn’t stop writing. Something drove me on. Rich descriptions, that even my critical self believed were good, poured from my mind to my keyboard. I felt akin to my story, and it was truly precious to me. I loved all my characters, even the evil ones – whom I hated for their wickedness but loved because they were mine. I cried over their sorrows and exulted over their triumphs. Story twists happened that I didn’t expect, and sometimes I just wrote, having no idea where all my words were leading me. I was sure of an adventure whenever I sat down at my computer screen.
I was finished within a few months. Looking over my little story, I changed small things here and there, but in essence I felt Starscape was perfect.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Honestly, when I began Starscape it was pretty much glorified Lord of the Rings fanfiction. My main characters were originally based on four characters from LOTR. However, when I saw how bad my first draft was, I did a total overhaul of the story, and that was when these four characters became unique personalities. I didn’t ‘come up’ with their personalities; they had them already and it was more like discovering them as I went along!
Nevarra slithered towards Tristal and her eyes drove into his like swords.
“You, boy. What is your name?”
“Tristal.” He spoke against his will – but what was his will, after all? Did free will even exist? Did Elamm’ exist… or was he as unreal as free will? Was there only one will in Militer, that of Jalavak and, through him, Nevarra? Had he ever known anything besides this quiet command that forced him to answer? Tristal quivered – but no, the will had not told him he may move. He stood unmoving. He tried to think – but no, the will had not told him he may think. He was dead to all but the will that spoke out of the dragon’s eyes.
Nevarra moved on to Galdore and simply gazed at him. He gave his name. The dragon repeated the process with all the men and with Eloderaý. Their eyes now involuntarily followed the serpentine movements whether the dragon was speaking or no. Then Nevarra came to Assiel.
“Give me your name, woman.”
Assiel didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t indicate that she had even marked the question.
“Give me your name, woman!”
Still Assiel remained stationary. The great dark dragon eyes bored into Assiel’s grey ones.
“I see,” said the dragon at last, and turned away. Her eyes lighted on Eloderaý. In caressing tones, she said, “Come to me, child.”
With mechanical movements Eloderaý obeyed. The dragon’s tongue flicked out and touched Eloderaý’s cheek.
“Kill your companions.”
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