The last thing Cyn is looking for is Jericho, the quiet, soft-spoken ranch hand from the McBride place. Between the clinic closing, her mom’s health, and Cyn’s long-delayed college plans, there are already too many uncertainties. Could Jericho be the anchor she needs so desperately as her world falls apart? Or is he just another excuse not to let go of Peace and move on.
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Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write?
There are so many ways to approach a book. Some writers have characters that pop into their heads full blown and basically narrate the story, some plot everything before putting pen to paper. I’m kind of in the middle. Usually when I approach a new book I have an idea that I want to explore and the main character that I intend to explore it with. The characters don’t always behave though, often they take off on journeys of their own and as they grow into the story it changes into something quite different than my early plans.
To me, a good story is one that has characters with depth and nuance. I think it’s important that the characters in a story face conflict, something has to push them out of their safe zones and into situations that they aren’t prepared for, whether that something is a ‘bad guy or an internal crisis. The book has to be driven by the growth and decisions of the character, not just a plot that moves them from place to place like players on a chess board.
Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?
I think one of the most important things an author can do is read. We tend to live in our heads a lot, talking to the imaginary people. Reading other authors works in any genre can give you ideas, insights on what you are doing be it good or bad, and tips on how to get some of those ideas onto the page despite yourself.
One of the hardest questions for me to answer is, “who are your favourite authors?” I don’t know if I can give a considered answer because I’m always finding new writers to read and new worlds to fall in love with. These are a few, listed in no particular order, that have stayed in my top 10 for a while. You may see a bit of a pattern:
Guy Gavriel Kay – The Fionavar Tapestry, Tigana, Lions of Al Rassan
Maya Angelou – I know why the caged bird sings.
Patricia Kenneally Morrison – The Keltiad
C.J. Cherryh – Hunter of Worlds, Serpent’s Reach
J.R.R. Tolkein – the Lord of the Ring trilogy, The Hobbit, not his ‘gathered’ post death works.
Shakespeare – I love to read his works out loud, makes shivers.
Robert A. Heinlein, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke- the old Sci Fi masters
Alanea Alder - Bewiched and Bewildered, Romance Series
Marion Zimmer Bradley – Darkover Series.
M.K. Wrenn – House of the Wolf
There are so many ways to approach a book. Some writers have characters that pop into their heads full blown and basically narrate the story, some plot everything before putting pen to paper. I’m kind of in the middle. Usually when I approach a new book I have an idea that I want to explore and the main character that I intend to explore it with. The characters don’t always behave though, often they take off on journeys of their own and as they grow into the story it changes into something quite different than my early plans.
To me, a good story is one that has characters with depth and nuance. I think it’s important that the characters in a story face conflict, something has to push them out of their safe zones and into situations that they aren’t prepared for, whether that something is a ‘bad guy or an internal crisis. The book has to be driven by the growth and decisions of the character, not just a plot that moves them from place to place like players on a chess board.
Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?
I think one of the most important things an author can do is read. We tend to live in our heads a lot, talking to the imaginary people. Reading other authors works in any genre can give you ideas, insights on what you are doing be it good or bad, and tips on how to get some of those ideas onto the page despite yourself.
One of the hardest questions for me to answer is, “who are your favourite authors?” I don’t know if I can give a considered answer because I’m always finding new writers to read and new worlds to fall in love with. These are a few, listed in no particular order, that have stayed in my top 10 for a while. You may see a bit of a pattern:
Guy Gavriel Kay – The Fionavar Tapestry, Tigana, Lions of Al Rassan
Maya Angelou – I know why the caged bird sings.
Patricia Kenneally Morrison – The Keltiad
C.J. Cherryh – Hunter of Worlds, Serpent’s Reach
J.R.R. Tolkein – the Lord of the Ring trilogy, The Hobbit, not his ‘gathered’ post death works.
Shakespeare – I love to read his works out loud, makes shivers.
Robert A. Heinlein, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke- the old Sci Fi masters
Alanea Alder - Bewiched and Bewildered, Romance Series
Marion Zimmer Bradley – Darkover Series.
M.K. Wrenn – House of the Wolf
Complaining to herself, Cyn slumped off the sidewalk and headed across the
street toward the grocery store. They usually had soup or something on sale. It
was better than an empty stomach on a cold day. She didn’t even see the dirty
brown pickup truck until it veered away from her and slammed into one of the
garbage cans that were cemented to the sidewalk up and down main street. A tall
man unfolded himself from the cab, cursing quietly. “Miss? Ya’ll okay? I didn’t
see you there.”
Cyn shook her head and kept walking away until a hand grasped her
shoulder.
“Are you okay? Answer me, please!” The deep voice with its hint of a
southern accent was quiet but firm, and the hand that gently shook her shoulder
knocked Cyn out of her daze and somehow centred her thoughts.
“You…” Cyn’s voice was shakier than she thought it would be. She
swallowed thickly and tried again, “You almost killed me.”
“You need to watch it when you step out into the street, ma’am. Peace may
be small, but we do have cars here.”
“Who are you to talk to me about Peace,” Cyn said, her dark eyes flashing.
“I’ve lived in this litterbox since junior high school.”
“My name is Jericho Matthews.” Jericho let go of his grip on Cyn’s shoulder
and stepped back slightly, politely ignoring the fact that the shaking hadn’t gone
away yet. “I work up at the McBride ranch. Don’t come into town much, so I
guess we haven’t met.”
Cyn looked up at the cowboy. She couldn’t believe just how far up she had to
look to meet his dark-brown eyes. She tilted her head back so that she could look
at his face rather than his chest, nice though it was. Cyn scowled, trying to get a
sense of the man from his features. She wished her mom was here—Mom could
see through people like they were made of glass. “Let me go, please, Mr.
Matthews. I need to get back to work.” Cyn tried to keep her voice steady, but it
still sounded shaky and much younger than the twenty-six year-old she really
was. “I’m sorry that I didn’t watch what I was doing. I hope your truck isn’t
knocked up too bad.”
Damn, Cyn thought, that’s all I needed—truck repairs are just one more
thing I can’t afford to pay for and I will not worry Mom about this kind of stuff.
“Not to worry, Miss…?” He made the polite statement a question and Cyn
sighed ruefully. She hadn’t told him her name. She was kind of hoping not to.
Cyn had decided months ago that she didn’t have room in her mind for anything
other than her mom and their future. Everything else, everyone else, was
unimportant.
“Redman,” she finally admitted, when it looked like Jericho was going to
stand there until she gave him a name. “I’m Cynthia Redman. I work at the
counselling centre across the road.”
Jericho took her hand and held it gently. His skin looks so dark against mine,
she thought. Cyn had never had her mom’s beautiful copper skin.
“Let me walk you back, Miss Redman,” Jericho said, giving her a guiding
push back down the street toward the clinic. “You still look really pale, and I’d
feel better if you were inside somewhere warm.” As Jericho steered her down
the slushy sidewalk and back toward the doors of the counselling centre, Cyn
couldn’t help stealing glances. He was an anomaly in a town full of bellowing
ranchers and chirping old ladies. He didn’t talk much, didn’t ask questions, just
walked quietly beside her with his hand once more resting on her shoulder.
street toward the grocery store. They usually had soup or something on sale. It
was better than an empty stomach on a cold day. She didn’t even see the dirty
brown pickup truck until it veered away from her and slammed into one of the
garbage cans that were cemented to the sidewalk up and down main street. A tall
man unfolded himself from the cab, cursing quietly. “Miss? Ya’ll okay? I didn’t
see you there.”
Cyn shook her head and kept walking away until a hand grasped her
shoulder.
“Are you okay? Answer me, please!” The deep voice with its hint of a
southern accent was quiet but firm, and the hand that gently shook her shoulder
knocked Cyn out of her daze and somehow centred her thoughts.
“You…” Cyn’s voice was shakier than she thought it would be. She
swallowed thickly and tried again, “You almost killed me.”
“You need to watch it when you step out into the street, ma’am. Peace may
be small, but we do have cars here.”
“Who are you to talk to me about Peace,” Cyn said, her dark eyes flashing.
“I’ve lived in this litterbox since junior high school.”
“My name is Jericho Matthews.” Jericho let go of his grip on Cyn’s shoulder
and stepped back slightly, politely ignoring the fact that the shaking hadn’t gone
away yet. “I work up at the McBride ranch. Don’t come into town much, so I
guess we haven’t met.”
Cyn looked up at the cowboy. She couldn’t believe just how far up she had to
look to meet his dark-brown eyes. She tilted her head back so that she could look
at his face rather than his chest, nice though it was. Cyn scowled, trying to get a
sense of the man from his features. She wished her mom was here—Mom could
see through people like they were made of glass. “Let me go, please, Mr.
Matthews. I need to get back to work.” Cyn tried to keep her voice steady, but it
still sounded shaky and much younger than the twenty-six year-old she really
was. “I’m sorry that I didn’t watch what I was doing. I hope your truck isn’t
knocked up too bad.”
Damn, Cyn thought, that’s all I needed—truck repairs are just one more
thing I can’t afford to pay for and I will not worry Mom about this kind of stuff.
“Not to worry, Miss…?” He made the polite statement a question and Cyn
sighed ruefully. She hadn’t told him her name. She was kind of hoping not to.
Cyn had decided months ago that she didn’t have room in her mind for anything
other than her mom and their future. Everything else, everyone else, was
unimportant.
“Redman,” she finally admitted, when it looked like Jericho was going to
stand there until she gave him a name. “I’m Cynthia Redman. I work at the
counselling centre across the road.”
Jericho took her hand and held it gently. His skin looks so dark against mine,
she thought. Cyn had never had her mom’s beautiful copper skin.
“Let me walk you back, Miss Redman,” Jericho said, giving her a guiding
push back down the street toward the clinic. “You still look really pale, and I’d
feel better if you were inside somewhere warm.” As Jericho steered her down
the slushy sidewalk and back toward the doors of the counselling centre, Cyn
couldn’t help stealing glances. He was an anomaly in a town full of bellowing
ranchers and chirping old ladies. He didn’t talk much, didn’t ask questions, just
walked quietly beside her with his hand once more resting on her shoulder.
A member of the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society, the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association, and The Mythopoeic Society, Hurst works to build fantasy worlds that allow her readers to join her in exploring the depths of human interaction in a mythical game of ‘what if.’
Her first novel, Y’keta, is long-listed for the prestigious Aurora Award, for best Canadian fantasy novel (Young Adult) and the American-based RONE award for break out fantasy novel.
She now lives in Calgary, Alberta with her husband and son, both of whom she loves dearly, and has put up for sale on e-bay when their behaviour demanded it.
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2x $5 gift cards, 1 x swag bundle, 1x $10 gift card!
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