It’s that time of year for me to take a hiatus from my blog to write, edit, and write some more. In the past, I just went silent but this summer, at least for a month, I am turning my blog over to two teens, David and Charlotte, from my soon to be released novel, IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING.
I have to tell you up front I have no idea what will spring forth from their fingers. I can tell you that David is quite nervous about it. He’s not one to voice his opinion. Charlotte, on the other hand, is quite vocal, but she promised me she would be nice, right Charlotte?
They also said they would answer questions, too, and take ideas as they have no idea what to talk about.
Go figure … teens with nothing to talk about. Hmm. Is that even possible? We shall see.
With that said, I will be here through the end of the week and beginning Monday, David Heiland will be on board to start off your week with whatever 16-year-old boys talk about. I hope you tune in now and then. It will be interesting.
Good day, everyone, and welcome to day 3 of the A-Z Challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading my contribution to this fun blogging event. You can find the link to all the participants here, so after leaving my site, don’t forget to bop around to read the other offerings from almost two thousand other bloggers. Now onward to the letter C. From my YA novel, The Eye of Kedge, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Charlotte Stine. You can see my vision of her by clicking the girl below.
Charlotte Stine was born on April Fool’s Day, but there is nothing foolish about her. She is an energetic, inquisitive teenager who speaks her mind, loathes war, and passes out at the sight of blood. Her core beliefs are put to the test after she and her best friend, David Heiland, are kidnapped, and thrust into a world of chaos and magic. Together, they embark on a perilous journey across a magical land, and discover strange allies in odd places, courage they didn’t know they had, and a hidden destiny that changes everything.
David slipped downstairs, careful not to make a sound, and unlocked the front doors. Ten tortuous minutes passed before the door opened and Charlotte stepped inside. She removed her white puffy coat and crocheted cap, spilling coffee-brown hair over her shoulders to her waist. David’s heart fluttered as she flicked him a smile.
“Hey, Firefox,” she said, using the nickname she’d given him as kids. “What’s got your boxers in a bunch?”