Fairyeater: Book One of the Fairy Guardian Chronicles
All fifteen-year-old Akeela has ever wanted is an ordinary family who will love her. But the only mother she has ever known is the old hag, Krezma, who berates her night and day. Why did the old woman even take her in?
But Krezma knows her charge is no ordinary child. She can see the auras surrounding living things and can communicate with fairies. And the birthmark on her palm reveals a secret Krezma must hold close for the child’s safety.
A secret that the witch, Tzmet, hunts for night and day, drying and eating fairies for the power they contain. When Akeela discovers her fate lies in being the next Fairy Guardian, all hope for an ordinary life dissipates like the dreams they were. She must protect the fairies from the witch—and an even darker power that threatens them all.
Akeela is unwillingly thrust into an adventure that will not end until she decides to accept her fate and give up on her dream. Maybe even her life.
Writers will get this.
Okay, so you’re writing along, minding your own business, and suddenly a character drops himself into your story. Seriously! Where did he come from? Why is he there?
I was writing this scene:
She (Tzmet) enjoyed her musings until a short whistle brought her up. "Halt!" she called. After the lurching stopped, she pulled the curtain aside and peered out the window. The breeze ruffled her beaver's hair wig and she shaded her eyes from the setting sun. A figure the size of a five-year-old child stood off the road, alongside of an oak tree.
When I wrote about the whistle, I stopped. Who whistled? I had no idea! But Tzmet knew. How could that be? One of my characters knew another character I didn’t! Ain’t writing fun? So, I had to find out who had pushed themselves into the story.
Unplanned, unexpected characters. They happen. And what an author needs to know is if they will help or hinder the story. I had to figure that out. So, I went to my Good Faerie, Bad Faerie book and looked at other fay creatures. I decided to use boggarts, although those who know this fay race will not recognize them in Fairyeater.
BOGGARTS – my description
They are a little bigger than a 5-year-old child, about 3-foot-tall, with olive green skin, long brown hair which they pull back and braid, piercing black eyes, and short, pointed beards. The men wear nothing except a loin cloth, preferring to leave their muscular, hairy bodies to the elements. The women, while as hairy as the men except without beards, like to keep themselves more covered, wearing knee-length tunics.
Their diet consists mostly of skunk cabbage and various swamp animals. But they’ll eat pretty much anything they can get.
They have the ability to move silently, and for stealing whatever they set their minds on. They served Riss’aird in his rise to power but deserted the castle before the spell backfired.
Brimridge is the leader and Brimridge is who Tzmet heard whistle. They start out not trusting each other, but an interesting thing happened as the story progressed. They became alliances and then friends. This changed Tzmet’s character arc and also the storyline, and I think it’s stronger.
"I thought I recognized that whistle," Tzmet sneered. "Well, well, well. Brimridge. I wish I could say it's pleasant to see you again."
The boggart bowed. "My lady, Tzmet."
Tzmet snorted. "Stop the pretense of respect. What do you want?"
Brimridge stroked his short beard. His black eyes sparkled. "My lady, I have the utmost respect for you."
"Hmmmm, maybe so, but you have no loyalty."
"I am loyal, wicked lady. But I also have a strong sense self preservation." Brimridge patted his chest. "However, I feel the stirrings of the great and mighty Riss'aird and thought perhaps you could use my services once again."
And after thinking about it, Tzmet decides to let Brimridge and his family to come to the castle. After all, you never know when you might need allies.
She held his gaze for several moments before she spoke. "I may have use for your services. Move your people into the lower chambers of my castle and wait for me."
Where I can keep an eye on you, she thought.
Unlikely friendships. They’re the stuff stories are made of.
Pam Halter has been a children’s book author since 1995. The first book in her Willoughby and Friends series, Willoughby and the Terribly Itchy Itch, won the 2018 Realm Award in the children’s category, and she also received a Reader’s Choice Award in 2015 for her short story, “Tick Tock,” in Realmscapes. Fairyeater is her first fantasy novel. She lives in South Jersey, deep in farmland, and enjoys long walks on country roads where she discovers fairy homes, emerging dragons, and trees eating wood gnomes.
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