Over the next several weeks we'll be spotlighting some of the authors who will be appearing in our Mythical Doorways anthology. Our next author is Savannah Jezowski, here to talk about her story, Well of Fate, appearing in our soon to be released anthology. ... and maybe some squirrels!
Read on to find out more!
Tell us a little bit about yourself and your writing:
I live in Amish country with my husband and one-year-old daughter and enjoy reading, writing, sweet coffee and a good BBC miniseries. I like to write gritty stories that contrast light and darkness, filled with flawed characters who have much to learn. I love a good tragic hero, and my stories are generally filled with them. My first full-length novel, After, is a story about four brothers, and they are quite tragic indeed.
What inspired Well of Fate?
This short story was inspired by a character in my Beauty and the Beast retelling, When Ravens Fall. Ratatosk the squirrel is a chatty, energetic little fellow rather too fond of spreading gossip and embellishing his exploits. I wanted to write a tale about him and asked myself, “What does Tosk want more than anything in the world?” The answer was immediately obvious: To become the hero of his own story, of course!
Does this story connect in any way to your other works, either stylistically or by being in a shared universe?
Well of Fate is a sort of “teasing bridge” for both When Ravens Fall and a yet unwritten sequel further developing the adventures of Tosk, the dragon slayer’s daughter, and Odin’s ravens, Hugin and Munin. The sequel will include some new characters as well, such as Thor and the Fenris Wolf. There will be dragons and giants, Frostfire, and a dragon egg—and new opportunities for little Tosk to prove his mettle in the great world.
Because the theme of this anthology is doorways, we really need to know how you would handle this hypothetical scenario:
You approach a wooden door at the end of a long, dark passage. It is big and heavy. Warmth radiates from the wrought-iron handle. You hear a strange noise rising through it. What's on the other side and what do you do?
I can feel the heat when I grab the handle of the door, but I open the door anyway. A blast of putrid, sulfuric air blows against me. There is a distinct scent of fish as well. I allow the door to close behind me and step into the infirmary. Most of the patients are huddled behind fireproof screens, and they glare at me as I pass them. I smile apologetically and nod to each of them as I approach the back of the infirmary where the small grey dragon huddles next to an impressively roaring fire. Draped in several of my quilts, she looks up blearily as I approach and noisily blows her nose on one of the blankets, which sadly singes the fabric. She pats out the flames with an apologetic look my way. A fit takes her, of coughing and sneezing and billowing smoke and fiery, fishy dragon breath. It stokes the fire nicely. I pat her shoulder and hand her a cup of tea. The flu is a terrible thing, especially when you’re a dragon.
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