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Subplots and Storylines – April 2016

Tracey Dyck 35 Comments
Somebody needs to tell me how in the world we’re one-third of the way through 2016. Because we can’t possibly be that far into the year! Nevertheless, my calendar usually doesn’t lie, unless I forget to flip it, which I didn’t, so it must be true.
By the by, I do realize this post is a day later than normal, and for that I apologize. But last night I was too zonked from a crazy weekend at work, and I was rather firmly imprisoned by the pages of the book I was reading . . . So I decided to put this off one day. You all don’t mind, right? (If you do, I shall unleash that dragon I keep in my basement.)
Anyway, I don’t think April was quite as flurrysome* (shh, that’s a word–I just made it up) as the past couple of months have been. It wasn’t quiet by any stretch of the imagination, but it was more normal, I guess.
*It was, however, flurrysome in the sense of wintery weather. Who gave April permission to sprinkle snow on us, then warm up enough to melt it, then snow again? Bleeeegh. I think it’s actually spring now. I’m currently sitting on my porch and enjoying the sunshine and birdsong.

Life

The month began with a retreat involving my college & career group along with my two middle siblings’ youth group. Mixing high schoolers and young adults does actually work, wonder of wonders. We rode in a bus to the same lovely camp we went to last time. It had been November (2014, I think?), and it had snowed. This time it was April, and it still snowed.
Some of the highlights from the retreat:
  • Playing Balderdash (which was an overdue delivery on my youth leader’s long-ago promise that we would play it . . . IT WAS FABULOUS AND WORTH THE WAIT).
  • Splitting up and putting on hilarious skits. My group came up with one loosely based off of this video, but with way more characters involved:
  • Sledding on an inner tube down a wooden slide in the bitterly cold wind.
  • Staying up late to watch a movie.
  • Finding out the speaker had been mentored by my late (honorary) grandfather.

On a different note, I’m buying my first car! My dad and I spent an afternoon doing a thorough cleaning of it. It’s going to be great to have my own wheels–up until this point, my parents have been generous enough to give me use of one of their vehicles for work and such, but with my brother soon graduating, he will be needing it. So finding this car at this particular time is an answer to prayer! I don’t have it in my possession yet, but it should be ready sometime in May.

We celebrated a few birthdays in the family. (April is birthday central around here, my goodness.) Thus, we had some special celebrations at home, as well as family gatherings to attend.

I sent off my blogoversary giveaway prize, which recently arrived at Anna’s place. Yay! Check out her pictures HERE. Seeing them gave me the warm fuzzies.

I got promoted at my job just last week! It hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but I know it’s going to be good.

That’s a little peek at the happenings of life this month. Now it’s on to all the bits of story I watched, read, and wrote!

Movies



The Help // This is the one I watched at the retreat. I quite enjoyed it! There were a couple minor things the movie could’ve done without, but other than that, it was a moving story of how black maids were treated in 1960’s America. (Hint: terribly. I wanted to punch certain characters for the way they treated their servants.) Skeeter, a young journalist, sets out to show the world the truth about the maids’ life. The maids themselves risk an awful lot to get the story out.

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End // Watched this with my brother one evening. Hilarious! The PotC movies are ones you don’t really expect much depth from–just laughs and epicness, which it definitely delivered. The plot was so convoluted, I could barely follow it in the first half, but Jack Sparrow’s hilarity made up for it. “Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness.”

Once Upon a Time (4 episodes of Season 3) // It seems my sisters and I are going through this show a lot slower than we used to. That’s okay, though–we’re savoring it. Almost finished with the third season, and I do not like the Wicked Witch.

Books

Merlin’s Blade – Robert Treskillard // I’ve seen this trilogy around many times, and finally got around to reading the first book. It took me close to half the month to read it, which was mostly due to my schedule and only partially due to the book’s slower pacing. I feel like I would’ve enjoyed it more had I read it more quickly.
But it was pretty cool that Treskillard blended the historical and fantasy genres, and as the story progressed, I started to form theories about how things will play out in the next two books. Another thing I liked: Merlin is almost blind, which is unusual, and I felt the author dealt with it well and figured out other ways to relate setting and action. Also, I hadn’t expected that King Arthur would be an infant. Most stories seem to have him all grown up already.
Knightley Academy – Violet Haberdasher // My brother recommended it to me, and for very good reason! It’s the rollicking tale of Henry Grim, a servant who gets the chance to sit the Knightley Academy exam. He passes (spoiler alert!–not really, though, since it takes place early on and the title pretty much confirms that particular bit of the plot), and finds himself befriended by two other commoners in a school full of the sons of posh nobility.
The book takes place in an alternate history of 1700’s Victorian England, which is awesome. I loved reading about Henry and Co.’s misadventures, and there’s just something about a slightly fantasy-ish school novel that I find charming. I mean, Latin and fencing and medicine and miserly teachers and kindly teachers and creepy tapestries and a mystery and detestable bullies . . . What’s not to enjoy?
And let’s just take a minute to talk about the characters. Henry was wonderful! So practical and level-headed for a fourteen-year-old, yet with a tender heart and a lovable underdog-ness about him. Besides Henry, Adam has got to be my favorite. He’s also a commoner, and he’s Jewish, which is yet another reason for his rich classmates to tease him. He also has a great sense of humor. (Although half the time he’s funny without trying to be. His whining somehow comes off as endearing rather than annoying.) Then there’s Rohan, an Indian orphan raised by rich white parents. He has the manners of a gentleman, and his voice of reason is just what Henry and Adam need to keep them in check. And lastly, Francesca–or Frankie, as this tomboy prefers to be called. Her father is head of Knightley Academy, and she’s been kicked out of so many schools, she finally has to get a tutor at Knightley. Unladylike, spunky, and mischievous to the bone, she does her fair share of troublemaking.
I’ve gone on long enough about this book, but seriously, it was fabulous. And clean, too!
The Raven Boys – Maggie Stiefvater // You can blame this book for the lateness of S&S. I got home from work yesterday and read it for hours. I hardly ever read for so long at a time anymore, but in the space of last week, I binge-read the last half of Knightley Academy on Sunday and the last half of The Raven Boys on Saturday. So fun.
But about the actual book: Emily from Ink, Inc. and I were having a discussion (on one of my posts, if I remember correctly), and she very highly recommended I read The Raven Cycle, then proceeded to logically and passionately explain all the reasons why. Convinced by her and also by Cait’s frequent fangirling over Maggie Stiefvater, I decided to try it out.
Firstly, Maggie Stiefvater’s writing is gorgeous. She has an amazing way with words. It’s like art in word form. Not only that, but her character development is top-notch. I am thoroughly in love with Blue, Gansey, Adam, Noah, and even Ronan. Their depth and individuality were so real, which made the relationships and interactions fabulous. Honestly, they’re the reason I liked this book so much.
And, just as Emily promised, there were good themes of wealth and class mixed in. Quite thought-provoking, actually. (ADAM BROKE MY HEART, OKAY.) So all of this plus an epic journal and a small town and questing for a dead Welsh king and pretty scenery and a baby raven and ley lines made for a great story.
My only quibble is the language–I was a bit surprised to find it there, and it cropped up more frequently than I would’ve liked (though not as often as some books out there). The F-bombs especially were unnecessary, as were a couple of crude jokes. I have to admit that a smattering of the language was in keeping with Ronan’s character, but he wasn’t the only one using it, so . . . I don’t know.
Blue comes from a family of psychics, which didn’t bother me much, interestingly enough. I think it’s like what Emily told me: it’s done in more of an urban fantasy style than one of realism, so it feels more like magic than anything else.
Bottom line: loved the story, loved the writing, could’ve done without the language, and will definitely be reading the rest of the series! (Thank you, Emily!!)

Writing

This was a rather nice month writing-wise! I wrote 12, 962 words in The Prophet’s Key, bringing the total up to 20,748. It’s kind of mindboggling to think that, if this were a novella for a Rooglewood contest, I’d be over the word limit . . . and yet the plot is just barely beginning. (Yeah. I may have some pacing issues to fix when editing. Things are happening quickly enough, but there’s still scenes I know I forgot to put in there. So obviously it will need to be streamlined somehow. But we’re saving the editing for later, aren’t we, Tracey?)
I’ve been struggling a bit with this book so far, but I think I may have found the key–oh, wait. A pun. Haha. Anyway, I think I figured out what my main problem is, which I discussed in an impromptu post HERE. I haven’t had a chance to write much since that discovery, but I’m hoping that the words will start to flow this month.
I’ve been writing in mostly small increments whenever I have the time, but I did have one serious writing day this month, during which I wrote about 2700 words. I know that’s not a lot compared to authors who do this thing all day, every day, but considering that I haven’t had much chance to work on my stamina recently, I was quite pleased.
In other writing-related news, I started that writing course by Ted Dekker I’ve talked about–The Creative Way. This month I’ve gone through the first four sessions, which is far slower than I intended. But that’s okay, because I’d rather absorb the lessons fully than rush through them. In between the sessions, I’ve been reading The Creative Way Meditations, a devotional-type book included in the course. Both the audio sessions and the book have already been so helpful. It feels like my eyes are opening and my vision is sharpening.
This first module (out of three) deals with the foundations of who we are and who God is, and what that means for us as writers. It’s incredible! I’m sure you’ll be seeing more posts in the future inspired by what I’m learning. And once I finish the next two sessions, I’ll be starting Module 2, which is all about the craft of writing.
Between all the drafting and session-ing, I somehow forgot to continue researching agents to query. Oops. I did look into one small press that I’ll put on my list, but other than that, zippo progress this month. I’d like to finish compiling my first list in May, however! My my, but I’m being ambitious. But seriously, though, it would be awesome to be ready to send out my first batch of queries in a month or two. (Hold me to it, guys!)

Farewell April, and hello to a bright May.

You know how I described life in March as running at a breakneck pace down the street? I think April loped along at a steady jog. I’m still amazed at how much can happen in one month. But there were, thankfully, moments I could stop and just breathe before plunging into the next thing.
(Still, I think someone needs to implement a three day weekend, and not just for long weekends. A two day break, often just one day because of work, isn’t long enough!)
Now tell me where your quests took you this month! What roads did you travel, either in life or on the page? Have any of you played Balderdash? Or read/watched anything I mentioned? And is it really and truly spring now–have we gained a safe distance from winter, so that we’re no longer in danger of it making a comeback? Pass around the chocolate chip cookies, and let’s chat.
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A Walk, a Brainstorm, and a Discovery

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I mentioned in passing that I’m currently redrafting The Prophet’s Key (sequel to The Prophet’s Quest). What I didn’t say is that this novel is being a petulant little child.

I’m over twenty thousand words in, and something doesn’t feel right. That’s one of the worst feelings as a writer–that uneasy sense that something is wrong. It’s when your spidey sense, which grows more and more accurate the more you write, tells you that something isn’t working, and then you need to figure out what that something is so you can fix it ASAP.

This dull alarm is even worse when it comes for a story that’s very near and dear to your heart. Journeys of the Chosen is a big project for me. It’s important. I’ve invested a lot into it. So I want to be ‘in the zone,’ as it were. I want to be head over heels in love with this book I’m writing. That’s what drafting is for! (And then I’ll fall out of love during editing, only to fall back in again. It’s how the cycle goes.)

So on Sunday, after lazing around and devouring half a novel (I can’t remember the last time I read so much in one sitting–it was glorious, folks), I decided to take a walk to stir up my creative juices so I could make use of some writing time. And, let’s be honest, I was falling asleep on the couch, so some physical exercise was a good idea.

Walking is a great time to contemplate things, specifically writing things. Marching along, hands stuffed in my sweater pockets and hair tossing in a brisk wind, I stewed. What’s the problem? I asked myself. Why haven’t I clicked with TPK yet? I ordered my wandering thoughts into a list.

  • Is it drafting doldrums? Drafting can be massively fun–in fact, it often is for me–but I know I usually go through bouts of wishing everything was already on paper so I could just fix and fiddle. So am I struggling to manufacture new words?
  • Is it prolonged editoritis? When I transition between editing obsessively (*cough* The Brightest Thread *cough*) and creating something new, it usually takes a bit for my left brain to settle down and shut up enough for my right brain to freely and messily explore things. But if I’m 20k in, I shouldn’t still be feeling like this.
  • Is it because chunks of my plot are shaky and not yet researched? There’s some stuff I haven’t mapped out yet, and some of it is potentially tricky. Writing oneself into a plot wormhole is never a pleasant feeling.
  • Or . . . is it something else entirely? Maybe I haven’t yet connected to the heart of the story. Maybe I haven’t hit upon the reason I’m rooting for these characters and this book. Am I in love with the book yet? And if not . . . why?

In Ted Dekker’s writing course that I’m slowly going through, The Creative Way, he teaches that in order to write powerful, transformational fiction, you need to take that journey of transformation yourself, along with your characters.

So I asked myself, “What’s my journey with this story? Where do my struggles and my characters’ struggles intersect?”

I know that once I figure that out, I’ll truly, deeply care about TPK.

As I walked, I turned that over in my mind. And I came up with some good stuff that resonates with me. One intersection of author/character struggles I thought about was that of homesickness. The paradoxical kind you can get even when you’re under your own roof. The longing for times past–good times, safe times–coupled with the bittersweet resignation towards an uncertain future. I’ve experienced that, and it’s something my characters are going through in an even worse way. So in their journey through that homesickness, I need to take my own journey. Work through my own struggles.

I thought, “Let’s delve into that, Tracey. Make it poignant and palpable on the page. Grip the readers with that aching, that yearning. Make Aileen and Josiah hurt in their individual ways, so much that I feel the pain and the readers feel the pain.”

Oh.

Pain.

One criticism book 1 received from my editor was that I raised good challenges, only to let them fall away without much effort. I see myself doing the same thing now with book 2. Am I afraid of the pain?

I so badly want my protagonists to succeed because I so badly want to succeed in life. So is this too-easy conflict resolution my way of trying to make my own problems fall away with little effort? I’m scared of those dark moments when I have nothing but blind trust to lean on, and so I avoid putting my characters into those moments. Or rather, I put them there, but I don’t let them stay for long.

It comes down to trust. I have trouble trusting that God will come through in my valleys. But I need to live bravely. And like my dear friend Christine recently said, we need to write bravely too.

This, then, is my journey. A journey of trust, of faith in the blackest darkness and of clinging to hope when all other handholds are washed away.

I must make my characters suffer. Chip away at their resolve bit by bit until they fall into a deep valley from which they see no way out.

Pain.


Heartache.


Doubt.


Make their lives a living hell, so to speak (progressively worse in each book as I raise the stakes and whatnot), in order to discover alongside them how to trust the King and believe He’s still there and still in the business of rescuing lost hearts. This is my journey just as much as it is theirs. When my own heart recognizes the ‘valley of the shadow of death’ for just that–shadows–and trusts in the light, that transformation will be apparent in the story too. What I bleed onto the page will transform the characters. In turn, it will transform the readers.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to write.

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Grace (Part II)

Tracey Dyck 14 Comments
[See part one HERE.]

[Fair warning: today’s installment got longer than intended, and went places I didn’t expect it to. Read on.]
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At the dawn of the world, mankind enjoyed perfect bliss with their Maker. There in the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve literally walked with God every day. There was nothing between them, nothing to detract from the perfect peace of their intimate friendship.
And then they broke the one commandment given to them. That peace shattered. Because God is holy and perfect and cannot tolerate sin, something had to be done. Adam and Eve found themselves banished from Eden, cursed to toil under the sun, destined to struggle for survival.
Generations passed. Each one succumbed to their own sins, and consequences followed.
A covenant was then forged between God and mankind, commandments written in stone. If the people obeyed, blessings would follow. If not, curses would befall them. “Obey me,” God said, “and I will be with you. I will bless you, conquer your enemies, prosper you in abundance. But if you refuse to listen, you will be destroyed.”
The only way for broken, sinful humans to have any sort of relationship with a holy God was to align their behavior with His perfect standards. Read the Old Testament to see how they fared. You’ll see generation after generation circling through the same patterns: a time of following God, and then a sudden, violent tailspin into the morass of humanity. One godly king’s reign of glory, followed by decades of chaos. Over and over again.
The concept was simple. Do good, get good. Do bad, get bad. And so it continued for millennia.
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Until the story we all know so well: the unassuming entrance of a Savior into a world of pain. As someone just as human as the rest of us, yet paradoxically God, He lived a life that completely fulfilled every one of those commandments. On a wooden cross, He carried on His shoulders the crushing weight of the sin of every. single. person. Everyone who had ever lived, all who ever would live–their failures were heaped upon Jesus. The wrath of His Father God crashed down on Him. And He died.
The commands were fulfilled. The law satisfied. Forever.
No longer were we holding to a tenuous covenant based on our efforts and performance. Now Someone had stepped into our place, filling that old agreement to the brim, and replacing it with an unshakeable new agreement purchased with sinless blood. And this new agreement had nothing to do with us.
Don’t you see? We’re not in control anymore. We tried–and failed–to obtain peace with God through our own striving. When that didn’t work, He forged a brand new covenant that no longer depended on us. Rather, it is between God and Jesus, on our behalf. Because Jesus’ obedience was perfect, what flows toward us is never going to be curses and destruction, but blessing and peace and abundant life. Does Jesus deserve to be blessed and healthy and prosperous and full of peace? Of course, you say. Anything less would be blasphemous.
So it follows that we get to experience that in our own lives. Not through anything we did to deserve it (goodness knows how impossible that is to reach, never mind to maintain for any length of time), but because Jesus made it possible for us. He took the curse of the law upon Himself, and gave us righteousness (right standing) with God. Once and for all.
I see so many people balk at this. They protest that this kind of grace (but really, is there any other kind?) gives us permission to sin. After all, if our actions no longer matter, then we can do what we want, and we’re forgiven anyway. Right?
Well, God will forgive you, but your family likely won’t. Your friends and neighbors won’t. The government won’t. Sin still sends waves of destruction throughout our horizontal relationships, even if it can no longer touch our vertical relationship with God. There are consequences for our actions. There’s no way around that. If you murder someone, you’ll serve your sentence. If you cheat on your spouse, you’ll have the pieces of your shattered family to pick up. If you withhold taxes, the government won’t take kindly to you. The kind of misery this causes for yourself and people around you is horrible.
But think about it. Please. Even if this whole post is rubbing you entirely the wrong way and kicking at the support posts of what you’ve always been taught, just stop for a minute and give this consideration.
If this kind of wholly undeserved grace is yours, do you even want to do wrong? If God lavishes such extravagant love and mercy upon you, if He literally died for a chance to have you close to Him, do you really want to run away from that?
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Tell me, truthfully: if I had the capability to come to you with open arms and say, “I don’t care what you say or do, I love you completely and always will,” if I could physically promise you unconditional love . . . would you scorn me? If you knew that you could spit in my face, curse my name, and leave my heart in a bleeding mess on the floor, but I would still love you just the same–JUST. THE. SAME.–would you have any desire to do those things? Of course, being human, you may do those things in times of weakness. But you probably wouldn’t truly want to do them.
When confronted with such amazing grace, I am utterly humbled. I did nothing, absolutely nothing, to merit a drop of this. And yet my Father gives it to me. His Son sacrificed everything so that I may have life. I did not master this on my own or create it with my two hands. He bought it for me with His very blood. Jesus, on my behalf, paves the way to the Father.

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast. (Ephesians 2:8-9, NIV)


Is this not humbling in the best way possible?

Maybe one reason we react so strongly to this concept is that it means relinquishing control. It is so much easier to look at the problems in our life and assume that they’ll go away if we just pray more, read the Bible more, serve more, love more, be better Christians. The simplest answer, and perhaps the easiest to live with, when facing unwanted circumstances, is to think we brought them upon ourselves. We’re getting what our deeds deserve. Punishment or reward.

The matter is far more difficult to wrestle with when we consider that we did not bring this calamity upon ourselves–that this is not God’s wrath but the results of living in a broken world.* It’s harder to figure out where to lay blame. Harder to figure out what our response is supposed to be.

*I’m not touching on consequences of our own actions here. Sometimes the crap we deal with is our own fault. When I don’t keep a promise to a friend, or say something unkind to a sibling, I have to work out the consequences. If I gorge on unhealthy food and never exercise, I will experience health issues, yes?
This is part of “fighting the good fight of faith.” In those times of trouble, when shadows of death cross our path, we must choose to trust God’s grace. We must let His truth influence our circumstances, rather than use our circumstances to try adjusting His truth to fit our experience.
We no longer do good in order to earn God’s favor. We open ourselves up to the rushing tide of grace He’s pouring out, and it is this grace that gives us the power to beat sin. The power to do good. Then there is such joy in it, you see!
It is a response, no longer a hoop to jump through.
It is our heartfelt answer to a Love that will take a thousand lifetimes and more to comprehend.
It’s a beautiful mystery, this grace. An unending ocean. Will you dive in with me?
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Introducing “The Prophet’s Quest”

Tracey Dyck 40 Comments

Before we get into things, I wanted to take a minute to say a big thank you to all 19 wonderful people who filled out my survey! I appreciate the feedback so much. (And I recognized a number of you without having any names to go on. *wink*) Hopefully I’ll be able to start incorporating some of your suggestions in the near future.

One thing that came up a couple times in the survey results was a desire to see more about my writing. Synopses, blurbs, that sort of thing. And while I’ve talked openly about The Brightest Thread and other smaller projects, my main love has been kept mostly under wraps. I’ve done a few Beautiful People posts for it, and even shared a few snippets, but that’s about it. I mean, I’m still referring to the books as book one, book two, and so forth–not even their real names!
Seeing as I need some practice summing up my book(s) anyway, why not start here? (Querying will be a whole ‘nuther thing, but shhh.)
Also, Daniela Ark started a linkup called A Book’s Genesis that provided me with another nudge in this direction. You can use the linkup, which runs until the end of 2016, to talk about what inspired your current work-in-progress (WIP). Each month features a new slant, beginning with April’s introduction to your story.
Um. Well. This feels a little awkward. You see, this series has been part of my life for eight years. It was the first time I got serious about a long project, the first thing I stuck with beyond a few chapters, and maybe also the first idea to hold any merit. Prior to this, my stories consisted mostly of girls and horses, or talking pets, or mysteries that . . . were so mysterious I can’t even make sense of them. So you can see how it might be difficult to sum up something that has been such a long-time fixture in my life. It’s just there. How am I supposed to explain something that feels like it’s always been around? But I shall certainly make an effort to give you a window into it.
That “book 1” I’m always vaguely mentioning is titled The Prophet’s Quest (or TPQ, as I tend to shorten it). It’s the first in a four-book YA fantasy series. The second is The Prophet’s Key, and is currently being wrangled into a brand new form, so we won’t speak of that wild infant thing just now. Books three and four exist only as nebulous ideas in my head, and thus do not yet have titles. The series is called Journeys of the Chosen, though I’m not happy with that name. It’s a placeholder until inspiration strikes me with a brilliant replacement.
My badly rendered picture of the Prophet. XD
The Prophet’s Quest has evolved massively since I sat down as an overzealous twelve-year-old to begin penciling out a thinly-veiled hybrid of The Chronicles of Narnia and Dragons in Our Midst. In more recent years, I have grown tremendously as a writer–though I still have so very much to learn–and the book has been through fire after fire, being purged of loopholes and spineless characters and bad writing. Not that it’s perfect now, but it’s a whole heck of a lot closer than it used to be. And considerably more original, I hope. It also went from 68,000 words to 131,000. Not even sorry. According to my rough estimates, it will probably make a 300-400 page book.

Anyway. It’s a portal fantasy/high fantasy/contemporary fantasy mash-up. Which basically means it starts on modern Earth, and then moves to another world with a medieval fantasy setting (called Alewar, for those of you who want to know–and that’s pronounced Ah-luh-WARR . . . rhymes with car . . . just in case any of you are fantasy pronunciation nerds.)

I feel like I’m blandly describing a piece of real estate or something. Goodness.

Here’s an actual blurb to give you a sense of the story:

When visions of suffering begin to plague Aileen and Josiah, they pursue answers, and discover they are the prophesied rescuers of Demetria, a nation in another world. On that world, war hastens. And the very evil threatening Demetria has extended a branch to Earth as well. Transformed into dragons, Aileen and Josiah are propelled into a harrowing journey. Only a mysterious orb called the Prophet guides their way as they embark on a quest to save the Demetrians . . . and their own world as well. But the malevolent dragon Criffel will stop at nothing to keep the prophecy from coming true.


So we have a prophecy, some deliciously evil bad guys of the human and beastly sorts, a transformation into dragon form, talking animals (I can’t seem to get away from those), awesome Demetrian people, and a huge new world to explore. And, of course, there’s the Prophet–an object of which there is more than meets the eye. There are guardians, lords, warriors, mountains, waterfalls, long flights, battles, fortresses, fire, ice, allies, enemies, betrayals, division, ALL THE EPICNESS. (That’s the incoherent synopsis, methinks. The one where my writer side goes all bubbly and excited.)

That gives you a sense of the plot, but what about the characters? If you’re like me, an awesome storyline is well appreciated . . . but if it’s not populated by vibrant characters, my interest level severely drops.

Main Characters

Note: I’m terrible at finding accurate character pictures. The ones that follow are rough representations of how I picture these people.



Aileen McKay – Sixteen years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. Introverted, intense personality, makes thoughtful decisions. Turns into a white dragon with ice breath. Read more about her HERE.
Josiah Williams – Sixteen years old. Blond-ish hair, grey eyes. Bold, self-assured, makes snap decisions. Turns into a red dragon with fiery breath. Read more about him HERE.

The POV switches back and forth between these two. It’s fun to get both of their perspectives and see the storyworld through two different lenses.

Secondary Characters

(Alas, I have next to no pictures for these guys. One of these days I might just cave and make a Pinterest account. Google images is almost useless for good character pics.)


Mr. Hawkins – Aileen and Josiah’s geography teacher. Guardian of the Prophet and all-around epic person.

The Sagire – A group of Criffel’s people on Earth, hunting for the Prophet and the chosen ones.

Lord Mauray and Lady Geneva – Benevolent rulers of Demetria.

Captain Dauntless – Fierce leader of the Demetrian dragons. Trains Aileen and Josiah.

Korohan – Centaur. Head of Lord Mauray’s security.

This is a bit like how I imagine the lesser cousins of Criffel’s species,
which appear in The Prophet’s Key (book 2).
Sheena – A female leopard warrior who befriends Aileen.
Leander – A white lion with a broken past. Read more about him HERE.

Fay Blacktail – A spirited crow brimming with opinions.
Criffel – Powerful mith’vel dragon. Main antagonist. Twisted ideals and bloodthirsty methods.

Character who will not be named due to spoilers – Criffel’s right hand. Mysterious magical abilities. Skilled in the art of deception.

This is a very brief look at just a few of the important characters. I fear it doesn’t do them justice, but I guess you’ll have to wait until the book is published to learn more! Because yes, this is the book I plan to start querying this year. (!!!)

Your turn to yammer away!

Do you like portal fantasy? Are you partial to the chosen one trope, as long as it’s done in new ways? DO YOU LIKE DRAGONS? (Most important question right there.) Oh, and if you have anything to say about my synopsis–constructive criticism definitely included–please tell me. Not like it’s the official synopsis, but you know. I need to make one soon, so if you feel this one was too broad or too specific or something, I want to know.

And do tell me about your work in progress! I love hearing about other people’s stories–rejoicing over fabulous ideas or commiserating over stubborn plots/characters/what have you.

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