Can you tell us a little bit about your latest book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?
My latest novel, Healer of Surflex, is a
fantasy. It came out March 3, 2014. It is on Amazon and CreateSpace.
Is there anything that
prompted your latest book? Something that inspired you?
I was reading a YA fantasy series by Donita Paul to my
grandchildren and realized this would be an outlet for my wild
imagination, then my alternate inner person, Lady Laindora, took over and Healer
of Surflex was created.
So, when did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
I have been making up stories every
since I was small growing up on an acreage with no near neighbors with children
to play with so it was mostly just my sister and I playing on long, hot summer
days in an old chicken coop.
Do you have any favorite authors?
I like the classic novels the best. The
modern day authors I read the most are Donita Paul, Dean Koontz and James Patterson.
Great! So, do you write in a specific place? Time of day?
I usually write late at night or when
there is no one else at home.
I hear you. It's easier to write when it's quiet.
Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers? Any advice?
The best advice I can
give to fellow writers is not to worry about editing, grammar, spelling, even
chapters. Just write your story first whether by long hand or what other tool
you decide to utilize to get it out of your imagination and on paper. Then you
can go back and fine tune your story. Whether you are a plotter or pantser, you
first have to relax and let the story develop to have it flow and not stiff.
Most of all; enjoy your writing and it will be better.
I agree. Thank you for stopping by, Sue! :)
Readers, here is the blurb for Healer of Surflex.
Kerlia has fought to survive even before she was
born because of the prophecy a child will destroy Kernel's evil hold over the
Kingdom of Surflex and heal the Kingdom. Kernel's minions search for the healer
as his wizards strive to design the ultimate weapon to end the resistance and
bring the Kingdom completely under Kernel's control. They have destroyed
Kerlia's mother at her birth and are closing in on where her father, Terian,
has hidden her. They all most succeed in Kerlia's capture in the forest however
she escapes only to be transported to the fairy realm. Under the guidance of
the pixies, faires,and militant brownies Kerlia must learn how to control her
healing powers to protect those she loves from Kernel. Can a mere child stand
against Kernel's evil that has brought so many men to their knees?
Here is an excerpt.
Kerlia
arrived as spring’s first fragrant blossoms of Lainalacenest trail up the side
of the stable wall burst forth, filled the air with sweet odors, blotted out
the musky smells from the stable. Terian cleansed her, wrapped her in a soft
blanket made of calfskin. She stared silently at his every movement through
deep emerald green eyes. Nothing Terian tried produced a sound from her blood
red lips. Her eyes filled with tears. However, not a peep uttered from her
tiny, pursed lips.
Terian cradled
her preciously in his arm. He kissed his gloved fingers, pressed them gently to
her lips. Flames of wispy red hair downed her forehead. Her ivory skin
glistened in contrast to the brown calfskin blanket. He raised and went over to
Pomelia who was lying against the pillows at the head of the bed. He leaned
Kerlia down for her inspection. Terian beamed full of pride. “Pomelia, darling,
see God hasn’t forsaken us. He has given us a beautiful, healthy daughter.
Kerlia’s beautiful.”
Pomelia’s
reflection in the early morning light darkened at the mention of daughter. Her
eyes turned cold and unyielding her body stiffened. Her lips thinned to
nothing, curled back over her teeth in a snarl.
“Idiot! God has
indeed forsaken me! He mocks my hopes of having sons by sending me a worthless
daughter and took back my sons each time I was able to persuade Kernel to give
me one. I want nothing to do with God or the worthless thing in your arms.
Throw it out of this cottage, for I’ll not waste my energy suckling it! Throw
it out and give me my son the soothsayer promised me because Kernel was pleased
with my sacrifices. Here, give it to me and I’ll take it to the soothsayer to
sacrifice on Kernel’s altar. Then Kernel will present me with my son as
promised!” She viciously snatched at the calfskin blanket.
Terian
leaped back at the horrid creature Pomelia had become, her limbs twisted
unnaturally, her eyes sunk into her face turned into ebony spheres. Her creamy
skin turned into a wrinkled greenish yellow mass clung to her bones.
Terian
heard the sinister mocking, “See Blacksmith. See, Pomelia is no more as I
forewarned you in your foolish stubborn pride in your worthless god. Kernel has
claimed her. He will do the same to the wiggling weakling in your arms. Kernel
already took its voice. Kernel will claim him as he did its mother. There is
nothing you or your worthless god can do to stop it.” The soothsayer
materialized on the other side of the bed, her wrinkled face ridiculed Terian’s
faith, mimicked the horror within his soul.
The
wiggling mass that was once Pomelia swung its withered head away from Terian
and the baby, toward the soothsayer. Its lips curled back over its teeth into a
hideous snarl. “Why,” it croaked, “Why has Kernel done this to me? I faithfully
followed your instructions. I took the herbs. I forsook God because Kernel
promised what God refused to grant. I drugged Terian’s drink as we planned when
I conceived the child, chanting the correct incantations to Kernel.”
The soothsayer
swung her cane, smashed the creature in the face. Bones crumbled under the
force of the blow, caved the facial bones into the brain. It collapsed upon the
bed, blood flowed from the crater left by the blow, stained the sheets. Terian
ran to the fireplace. He snatched up the poker, hurled it with deadly accuracy.
The soothsayer screamed in agony, dropped her cane as the poker impaled her
heart and lung, pinned her to the wall.
Blood
foamed from her snarled lips. “You haven’t stopped Kernel by my death,
Blacksmith. Kernel will claim the child as he claimed its mother. See even now
Kernel’s claws are claiming it, watching delightfully in its pain.” Terian
bolted from the cottage, the soothsayer’s dying words rang in his ears, “You
can’t outrun Kernel, Blacksmith. There is nowhere to run!”
Author Bio
Sue Raymond was born and raised in the Midwest
along with her siblings. Sue was trained in the Commercial art field before
marrying her husband. After raising two sons and having five grandchildren Sue
started a new avenue in her life, writing. She has six published novels as she
works on four other novels and children’s stories.
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