MUSE MONDAY
Please welcome my guest Ana Raine to Muse Monday. Ana, tell us about your inspiration for your latest book.
I live in Michigan and there is a constant joke that there
are only two seasons: construction season and wintry season. But for those of
us who brave the construction and shut down roads, there are beautiful state
parks and flowing ponds, lakes, and rivers.
It was on one of these adventures to my local Metro Park
that I came up with the idea for Hidden Wings. There were two swans in the
center of the path and a small group of people who hadn’t dared pass by even
though there was nowhere else to go. Swans are often characterized as small,
fragile and helpless, but in that moment, I saw the true strength that lies
within those majestic creatures.
A few weeks later, I went back to the park, but this time
there was only one lone swan floating in the pond. The fight had seemed to ebb
away and there was a hollow look of sadness about the creature that made me
think he had been abandoned. In the romance world, bear or wolf shifters are
predominant because of their predatory, protective nature. But swans are not
just graceful birds with slender necks, but creatures of beauty who fight for
their mates and are broken when separated.
Further research into Irish mythology extended my knowledge
of fairies. I created the idea of a Dryma Fairy whose soul is tied to a tree.
It seemed only fitting that the protectors of these trees would be the strong
swans who captivated me that fateful day.
Hidden Wings (Book 1)
Kanji is the last
royal Kuro swan, an ancient race who once served the demonic Sidhee. The Kuro
were betrayed and given as slaves to the Dryma fairies. When a Dryma is born,
his soul attaches to a tree and to sustain their lives, the Dryma conscript the
Kuro to protect their woods. In their servitude, the Kuro are languishing and
dying off. Kanji is desperate to reunite his people with their stolen wings,
but the task seems impossible.
When Kanji
discovers a plan to unite the Sidhee and the Dryma, he tricks the Sidhee prince
and attends a masked ball in disguise. There he meets Prince Tristan, who is
nothing like the other fairies. Kind and compassionate, Tristan has a plan to
free the Dryma from their dependence on the trees—and their need of the Kuro’s
protection. It could mean freedom for Kanji’s people, but it might also mean
choosing between them and the life of the fairy who is—impossibly—his mate.
When Tristan is wounded in battle and
left for dead, his survival depends on the success of his experiments. Can
Kanji dare to believe, or must he come to terms with the loss of his mate?
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Long
ago, the Kuro Swans had been friends with the Sidhee and had offered their
wings in service when the soul stealers needed to come to the human world. I
tried to make sense of what Christophe was saying and stuttered a response,
“Y-you, I mean, you can’t expect us to steal them a soul.”
Christophe played with the buttons
of his immaculately tidy shirt. “No, I do not. I simply expect you to deliver
this,” he reached into his pocket and produced a white envelope sprinkled with
colorful flowers. “They will be arriving the night before the party on the
South side of the forest. You will meet them there and present them with this.
Afterwards, you will escort them to the Castle De Mar. The envelope contains
instructions so should they have questions, they will know who to consult
with.”
I swallowed, my lungs dying from a
lack of oxygen. “May I ask why you are not meeting them yourselves?”
Christophe stared at me for so long,
I thought he was going to tell me to go to hell and reach for his whip looped
through his belt. To my surprise, he said, “Ivan, Seth, why don’t you go
downstairs and see if Nicolai needs some help. I’m sure Kanji won’t mind
speaking to me…alone.”
Zain tensed beside me, but I gave
him a nod. Sensing they didn’t have much of a choice, Joel and Zain followed
the two guards from the room, the door swinging shut with a soft click.
The music floated up the stairs and
the scent of fried food wafted through the floorboards. I rubbed my sweaty
hands on my pants and waited for the assault to begin, just like it always did.
“Did you know the Dryma fairies have
a long history of deception and trickery?”
My jaw clenched, “I can imagine so.”
“So naturally, we would decide to
host a masked ball to celebrate one of our great Prince’s birth.”
“I suppose it does seem fitting.”
“Your kind are not the only ones
adverse to forming an alliance with the Sidhee. Having a masked ball where my
kind can congregate without fear is the perfect way to introduce the Prince of
the Sidhee into our community without opposition.” Christophe paused to pour
himself another drink from the crystal pitcher before taking a step towards me.
He took a swig of the drink and then set it down on the table. Circling me, I
could smell his cologne mixed with the alcohol on his breath. “Sidhees can be
ruthless and tend to regard all life as little more than wrongs of a ladder.”
“So why unite with them?”
Christophe parted my hair with his
hand so my neck was exposed, my silky strands falling just above my shoulder.
He trailed his hands down my back, resting on my shoulder blades and gently
manipulating the muscle so a forced relief washed through me. “Kanji, you
should know what it can take to survive.”
I flinched as he snaked one of his
hands around my stomach and pushed his cool fingers up underneath my shirt and
jacket so he could touch my skin. “So you need the Sidhee now?”
“Everything is changing,” Christophe
whispered in my ear. “Your lives are tied to the trees just as surely as ours
are. So why not stop pretending? I can feel your power in every breath you
take. With every movement you make, you are trying to maintain control.”
“That’s not true.”
“You were born to be a Prince,” he
said softly, stroking my abdomen and working his way up to my chest. “You’re
father was tricked by the Sidhee and yet you bear the burden for him. You don’t
even know what occurred.”
“I don’t need to,” I spat. “The fact
they betrayed us is enough.”
Christophe made an indifferent noise
before wrapping his other hand around my neck and tangling my hair in his
fingers so I was trapped. “What do I have to do to get you to give in? I can
provide for you, give you things that would make even Dryma fairies jealous.
All you have to do is become mine.”
Ana has studied in Osaka, Japan where she learned about theater and drama. She would love to go back after she is sure her Japanese is efficient enough. Ana loves anything to do with foxes, especially Arctic foxes. One day, Ana will find a way to incorporate her love of foxes into a novel, but until then, she’ll stay focused on fairies, shape shifters, and mythology.
Feel free to stop by her blog for tasty recipes, freebies, and more.
Blog: anarainebooks.blogspot.com
Twitter: @AuthorAnaRaine
E-mail: anaraine@rocketmail.com
Publishers: Dreamspinner Press, Changeling Press, MLR Press
Ana Raine
Twitter: @authorAnaRaine
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