The ULTIMATE Twinepathy Q/A | The Characters Answer Your Questions!

Hello, everyone, my name is Anvil, and I’m “guiding” you through this post. Jen was supposed to do it, but she’s pretty busy at the moment, so she asked me to take over. C.B. says to tell you: Be forewarned that there may be SPOILERS in this post… most of them will be in white text, which you can highlight to read if you wish. Whatever that means. So let’s get on to the questions.

Albany

Sarahtps: What’s the best thing about being twins? The worst? Same with the mind connection thing? Being twins: Having someone who knows you really well and who’s with you all the time. That’s the best and the worst thing. Mind connection… there are a lot of good things, but I know the worst thing is having trouble keeping a secret, even if it’s just like a surprise party or something.

What’s your favorite board game? I’m not a big fan of board games. I prefer Solitaire. But if I had to pick one… Sorry, maybe?

Madeline: How did you find out about your telepathic abilities? It was a very traumatic moment when we were three. Not my favorite memory to recount…

Sarah: What is your favorite season? I like winter, mostly because it’s a great time to curl up with a book. And winter break.

Brooklyn

Sarahtps: What’s the best thing about being twins? The worst? Same with the mind connection thing? I love being able to know Albany really well, but sometimes she gets annoyed with me. Our mind connection is fun… it’s nice to be able to talk silently. The worst thing is when our nightmares spill over into each other’s heads. Not fun.

What’s your favorite board game? Monopoly! It provides lots of time for talking and hanging out, and I usually win.

Madeline: How did you find out about your telepathic abilities? It’s always been hard for me to remember, Albany says I blocked out the memory. But I know it was when we were about three, and it was really weird.

Sarah: What is your favorite season? Definitely spring! I love when everything is new and fresh, especially with happily chirping birds and bright flowers!

Jen/Data

Deborah: What is your favorite color? Probably a silvery gray. Pretty but kind of practical.

What is your opinion on penguins? The only penguin I actually like is Finch as a penguin.

If you could have a different superpower, what would it be? Something more useful in a fight, like energy manipulation. I’m particularly fond of metal manipulation. It has quite a few practical applications.

Sarahtps: If you could go back in time and give your younger self one piece of advice, what would you tell her? There are a few places in time I’d like to go just to watch again… but I’d tell my younger self to please, please stay away from computers. Never touch.

Sarah: What situation, event, or person has shaped you and your personality the most? My power. I’d be a completely different person without all of the knowledge I’ve gathered, much less the experiences and situations my power has gotten me into.

Blaze

Deborah: Do you live on caffeine, sugar, and donuts? I’d like to say yes, but then I’d be lying. I have to have pizza, too.

What was Canberra and why wasn’t it your fault? That was… a mission that went wrong. Badly wrong. And it was my fault, I just prefer to pretend it’s not. Can we move on?

Which of your two superpowers do you like more? Light manipulation. Teleporting is fun, but honestly, light manipulation is really useful. And good for pranking.

How can you always tell Albany and Brooklyn apart? I’m a light manipulator. I can put nametags on them that only I can see, or I can find something that’s different about them just by making the light reflect differently. Besides, their personalities are way different.

Can you give us a HINT about your name like a letter or something? My name? Oh, that’s easy. John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith.

Sarahtps: What’s your real name? Billy Bob Joe. Or not.

What’s your favorite food? You’re asking me to decide what my favorite food is? How could you be so cruel! Let’s just go with donuts.

If you could be a character in the Star Wars universe, either a canon one or one you made up, who would you want to be? Totally Han. I mean, he has a wookie friend and an awesome ship.

Jemma: What is the best prank you’ve ever pulled? Ah, it was at school. The prank involved three chickens, a container of silly string, a water gun filled with grape juice, and the math teacher’s toupee. They never saw it coming.

Madeline: How did you get into IDIA? Recruited by Jen when I was a lot younger… but that’s a really long story for another time.

Sarah: What superpower do you wish you could have? Honestly, I love the superpower I have now. But any other one… maybe telekinesis. It’s really useful, and I could fly.

Hann: Who was your first crush/love interest? Cynthia Rogers in kindergarten. It didn’t last long.

Maddie

Sarahtps: What was your first thought on waking up without your memories? I’m pretty sure I was wondering where I was, and why my head felt kind of funny. But that was a crazy moment, so it’s all really mixed up in my head.

Also, can I hug you? Um… yes?

If you were a color, what color would you be? Red! It’s my favorite color. I love how bright and bold it is.

Anvil

Deborah: Can I have your cookie recipe? Possibly. Only if I think you can do it justice, though. How well can you cook?

How are you so awesome? Umm… I’m not? If you think I am, I can give you the recipe: a dash of childhood trauma, a few cups of bad influences, and a sprinkle of saving grace and second chances.

May I please hug you? *stands there stiffly while you hug him*

What is your opinion on Blaze? He’s okay. He could be taken down a few pegs, though, and sometimes his mouth gets him into trouble.

Alyssa: What is your favorite type of cookie? I love most cookies, but I really enjoy a good white chocolate macadamia nut. Classic Snickerdoodles are good, too.

Ezra

Sarahtps: What’s your ideal date night? Ooooh, uhhm. Movie marathon, I’m a sucker for any excuse to eat junk food.

Are you and Denver getting married someday? We’re still pretty young, but I’m certainly not opposed to the idea for the future. My parents married young as well.

SPOILER: Are you ever going to tell Denver about your involvement in IDIA? You should know that I’m a terrible liar in the first place, and I absolutely hate doing it. So, I would really really like to tell him, but Data won’t let me. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it from him…

Madeline: What is your favorite thing about Denver? You’re killing me here, just one thing? I guess, his intelligence. I love being able to goof off with him in one moment, and then being able to discuss all sorts of things the next, just to hear his opinion on something. Okay, and his smile can make me melt. Don’tmakemepickone.


Powergirl: What’s your favorite thing about IDIA? Knowing I’m not alone. I mean, I’ve still yet to make any close friends…but it’s nice being among people like me! And I’ve always wanted to help people, so that’s probably on the same level for me.

Denver

Sarahtps: What’s your ideal date night? Movie and pizza, with a walk in the park afterwards. Or, if it’s winter, going ice skating. We haven’t gotten to do that yet.

Are you and Ezra getting married someday? Um… Maybe? I don’t know… that’s… awkward… why would you ask that?

Random

Sarahtps: You (Albany, Brooklyn, Jen, Blaze, and Maddie) are, as a group, spontaneously transported to an unknown fantasy world. What do you do? (Blaze’s powers don’t work to teleport you all back, for the record, though he can teleport you anywhere within that world.) (Jen wishes to answer this question:) I would be in charge, of course. Albany and Brooklyn would help Maddie build a shelter and gather fruit, while Blaze and I explore the island, and Blaze uses his powers to frighten animals away. We would survive long enough to build a raft or contact someone for help. Or build something sturdy that Maddie could use to fly us away.

And that is all for the Q&A, finally. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, please consider buying the book on Amazon, as a paperback or Kindle copy, or buy it in the CreateSpace estore. And add it on Goodreads if you’d like. Have fun. Anvil out.

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Tales From The Writer’s Desk: A Special Day

Hullo, everyone! Nothing like a book release to get me posting again, hmm? In case you missed it yesterday, Twinepathy is now available on Kindle! I realized it was about time I did another Tales From The Writer’s Desk, this time with the characters from Twinepathy. Because, let’s face it, why wouldn’t they hang out with Bri? Also, the sign-up for the Twinepathy blog tour will be posted tomorrow. So keep an eye out for that, and enjoy this post! I know I sure did!

I know immediately that something’s wrong when I walk into my office the day after my July 4th break. To start with, the mess of Post-it notes and index cards that usually covers the walls of my office is gone, replaced by rows and rows of horribly identical sticky notes. My usually cluttered desk is spotlessly organized, with all the pens in the penholder and all of the scattered papers gone. Instead of having my usual movie theme song music playing, my laptop is spouting classical orchestra music. The bookshelf behind the desk has been dusted, and the books are somehow organized by both color and height. I shudder at the thought of what my cluttered book room must look like now.

“What did you do?” I ask the woman sitting at my desk, my voice tight.

The woman spins around in the chair. Her brown hair is about shoulder length, and her eyes sparkle with both life and sadness. “I was waiting for you, and I honestly couldn’t stand the mess in here anymore.”

I cross my arms. “Jen, has anyone ever told you that it’s not polite to rearrange other people’s belongings?”

Jen–or Data, as she’s known with her code name–smiles at me. “Of course. But it’s also not polite to keep someone waiting.”

She has a point. So of course I shift subjects. “Why are you here?”

Jen leans forward. “Just wanted to check up on an old friend. There’s been a lot happening at IDIA lately. Some good, some… less good.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

She smirks. “Somewhat. Actually, I was just looking for our favorite troublemaker, and that brought me here.”

I groan. “What’s Blaze gotten up to this time?”

“I don’t know,” Jen admits. “I just wanted to check and see if he was here. And I wanted a chance to say hi to you and see how you’re doing. And to let you know that we’re taking over.”

“You’re taking over what?” I ask with a frown.

Jen grins. “The blog.”

I sigh. “Please no.”

“Just for one day,” she reassures me. “It’s just going to be an… interview. By commenters.”

I grin. “Well. That’ll end well.”

Jen nods. “Of course. I’ll be in charge. If you’ll excuse me, I’d better head back to headquarters.” She stands up and heads to the door.

“Bye,” I tell her, turning back to my ruined office. As the door closes behind her, I can’t help but grumble, “Handful.” Time to see what damage she did to my book room.

I open the door to the book room and stop in shock. In front of me lies the book room, looking perfectly normal… except the floor is covered in grass and there’s a huge tree growing out of the middle. The ceiling’s gone, and above I can see blue sky with fluffy cotton-ball clouds over it.

I sigh. “Blaze!!!”

The teleporter appears in front of me with a grin. He waves a hand slowly in front of my face. “I am not the agent you’re looking for.”

“Hardy-har-har,” I grumble. The illusion disappears, leaving my normal book room. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” Blaze says. “I’m just going to go mess with Benedict, ‘kay?” He jabs a finger towards the book room. “Just wait until that illusion disappears and you see what Data did to your precious books.” He grins and teleports away.

I sigh again. “This is the start of a wonderful day.”

Hope you enjoyed! Don’t forget to check out Twinepathy and come back tomorrow to sign up for the book tour! The aforementioned takeover by the IDIA agents will occur on the day the print book releases, and the post for questions will open up on Friday, or before. Comment below with what you think should happen in a future Tale From The Writer’s Desk!

 

Beautiful People February 2016: Denver and Ezra (Denver’s Answers)

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From the moment someone suggested that I answer the Beautiful People questions for this month for Denver and Ezra, I knew I had to do it. So I sent an email to Ezra’s wonderful creator, asking if she wanted to do it in interview form. And she agreed! Ezra’s interview will be going up on her blog soon, so keep an eye out for that. If you have absolutely NO IDEA what I’m talking about (Who are Denver and Ezra, anyway?), check out the first Twinepathy post.

  1. How did they first meet? Denver: We bumped into each other at the library. Kind of literally. And then I kept seeing her at the library, and after a while I got the nerve to ask her out.
  2. What were their first impressions of each other? Denver: At first I was surprised at her purple hair, since she seemed really quiet. Then I noticed the geeky-ish books she had, and… we hit it off.
  3. How long have they been a couple? Denver: About… six or seven months?
  4. How committed/loyal are they to each other? Would they break up over a secret or a disagreement? Could stress drive them apart? Would they die for each other? Denver: Ugh, awkward question. I’m very loyal to Ezra. If anything happened to her… I don’t know what I’d do. I’m not sure a secret or anything would change that, depending on what it is, of course. 
  5. List 5 “food quirks” they know about each other. (Ex: how they take their coffee, if they’re allergic to something, etc….and feel free to mention other non-food quirks!) Denver: So many. She’s wonderful that way. She’s allergic to shrimp and mushrooms, and she loves popcorn. She likes chocolate chip cookies, but only the chewy kind, and she’s good at making them, too. Better than Albany, at least. One of my favorites is that she’ll dip her fries in her milkshakes when she gets one. Favorite to watch, not to try. And… I’ll have to go with a non-food one. She can’t fall asleep without some sort of noise, like the TV or music.
  6. Does anyone disapprove of their relationship? Denver: *laughing* Hehe, well… my parents like Ezra, and my sister Albany enjoys her most of the time… but my other sister, Brooklyn… Let’s just say that “disapprove” isn’t the right word. She’d much rather I never got a girlfriend.
  7. What would be an ideal date? Denver: Curling up on the couch and watching a movie.
  8. What are their personality dynamics? Similar? Contrasting? Do they fight a lot or mesh perfectly? Denver: I’d say that we’re pretty similar. I don’t think we’ve ever had a fight…
  9. What have been their best and worst moments together as a couple? Denver: Best is… the first time we worked on a computer together. That was fun. Worst… Any moment we’ve had with Brooklyn around? I don’t know…
  10. Where do they see themselves and their relationship in the next few years? Denver: I’d say we’d be closer than now, maybe even… married? I don’t know… (Note from the interviewer: Subject is blushing furiously.)

Well, friends, I hope you enjoyed that! Let me know what you think in the wonderful comments below. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Database/Jenna Archer

Hullo, everyone! Here’s the interview you’ve all been waiting for!!! Thanks so much for being so wonderful! 😉 Check out Blaze’s interview, too, and if you’re new, check out the first part of Twinepathy here.

I’ll admit it – if I’ve ever been nervous about an interview… this is it. Blaze was pretty easy, but he was also very easy to talk to. Jen… well, I have a feeling it might be harder to pry answers out of her. After all, she’s the head of a top secret organization. She specializes in secrets… and she probably wants to keep them.

The door opens and in she walks – Database, head of IDIA and superhero. She’s tall, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair that has a few streaks of gold in it. She’s wearing black pants, a forest green shirt, and a brown leather jacket, which is somehow as intimidating as all black would be. She seems calmly confident, like she could handle anything anyone could throw at her. She gives me an encouraging smile and sits down in the chair without being instructed. “Ready whenever you are,” she states.

I nod awkwardly. “I’ll try not to ask anything that you wouldn’t want to answer, but feel free to refuse to answer any of them. A lot of the questions are submitted by fans, too…”

“I’ll do my best to answer them all,” she says with a smile.

I look at my computer. “What’s your real name, if you’re comfortable with sharing that?”

“Jenna Archer. Most people call me Jen now.”

A good start. “Do you have a family?”

Jen pauses, thinking. “That’s difficult to answer. In the biological sense, no. But I feel like a lot of the IDIA members are family. It’s like I have a lot of brothers and sisters. The kids are especially great.”

I nod. I’d ask about her family, but… too awkward. Besides, that’s a perfect lead in to the next question. “Who’s your closest friend?”

“I don’t really have one,” she admits. “I’m friends with all, but close to none. It’s not exactly what I would chose, but there’s no one in IDIA, or anywhere else, that I really identify with. I’m too different.”

“Who do you look up to?”

Jen hesitates. “No one in particular, I guess. I respect many people, but…” She shrugs. “No one in particular. Next?”

“Someone just told you they loved you. What is your reaction?”

She picks up a pen from my desk and fiddles with it, twirling it around her fingers. “It depends on how they mean it, I guess. My first reaction would be suspicion, no matter what, and if I found out they truly meant it… well, I’d go from there, depending on the situation.”

Not exactly the type of answer I was looking for, but we’ll move on. “How’d you get your powers?”

“I don’t really know.” Jen sets down the pen. “I’ve had them for as long as I can remember – which is pretty much my entire life, including my younger years – but since I never knew my parents, I don’t know how I got them. I was put up for adoption as a baby.”

She’s opening up more, that’s good. “Do you like being a superhero?”

“Yes, definitely,” Jen states with a tinge of a smile. “It makes life much more exciting.”

“How did you become part of IDIA?” I ask.

Jen grins. “A very good question with a very simple answer, unless you want lots of details. I created IDIA.”

I give her a surprised look. “You did?”

She nods. “I knew that many superheroes were living in fear, alone. IDIA was created to lessen the fear and create a sense of community, so people with powers could find others like themselves. There’s more, obviously, but that’s the original reason I created IDIA.”

I may have underestimated her. Not just head of a top-secret organization, but the creator, too! “Is there a different power you wished you had?”

“Not really. There are so many cool powers out there, but mine’s really unique. There are tons of telepaths, but I’ve never seen anyone with my power. I’ve learned to love and appreciate it, and I wouldn’t wish for anything else.”

That’s good. “If you could erase one memory, what would it be?”

Jen smiles. “I wouldn’t do it. If I took away even one memory, I might not be the person I am today. The past is what shapes us, and I wouldn’t change mine for the world.”

I smile. A perfect ending. “Thanks so much for coming today, Jen. I really appreciate it, and I’ve definitely enjoyed this.” And it wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.”

Jen stands up. “Thank you for having me.” She leans across the desk and places a hand on my shoulder. “Call me if you ever need me. I’d love to come back again, too.”

“I might take you up on that,” I say with a grin.

There you go, friends! An interview with Jen! What do you think of her? Any speculations about her? Comment below with your thoughts… or someone else’s, whichever. 😉

Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Blaze

Hullo, everyone! I present a fun interview with our favorite Twinepathy teleporter, Blaze! This is a thank you for all of your support, and for reaching 100 people adding it on Goodreads!!! Hooray! Enjoy, my friends!

“I don’t want to be here, Bri.”

When those are the first words I hear out of someone’s mouth when they walk into my office, I know it’s going to be a loooong interview. The boy sits down in the chair across from my desk, crossing his arms and giving me a challenging look.

Yup. A looooooooong interview.

I clear my throat and look down at my laptop, hiding a smile. “Blaze, I assume. I’m guessing you want to get this over with.”

He sighs. “Yes, please.” He runs his fingers through his brown hair and smirks at me. “You must be spying on me if you know me so well.”

“You have no idea,” I grumble under my breath. “First question: What is your real name?”

Blaze tilts his head to the side. “Do you honestly think I would tell you?”

I shrug. “It was worth a try. Do you have any siblings?”

He shakes his head. “Again, confidential.”

“Right, right.” I roll my eyes, then pause as I look at my list. “Um… I have to warn you that a lot of these questions were submitted by, uh, fans.”

Blaze grins. “I have fans? Nice.” He looks more enthusiastic now.

“Mm-hm, not exactly yours…” I return to my list. “Moving on. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope, no time,” Blaze says.

“Good to know…” I murmur. “Who is your best friend, or friends?”

Blaze pauses. “I’m assuming you want an honest answer…” I nod, and he sighs. “To be honest, I don’t have any really close friends. Ever since I joined IDIA, I’ve made a point of staying on the superficial level in relationships. I guess I’m closest to Jen.”

That’s pretty sad. I give him a second and move on to the next question. “What’s your favorite part about being a superhero?”

Blaze smirks. “Being able to freak people out and spy on them. And helping people,” he adds as an afterthought.

Of course. “Do you like bacon, chocolate, and/or cookies?” I hide a smile at the confused expression on his face.

“Yeah, all of those,” he finally says. “Where’d you get that question?”

“Do you like them all together?” I ask. “As in, a chocolate bacon cookie?”

Blaze gives me the oddest look. “Um, I don’t know. That sounds like something Albany would try to make.”

This time it’s all I can do to mask my laughter with a cough. “Ahem. Have you ever tried to prank Jen?”

He turns his head to the side with a thoughtful expression. “No, come to think of it. I should try that sometime…”

“Don’t blame me,” I say immediately. “Final question. If a strange girl ran up to you and hugged you without warning, exclaiming over how you’re one of her favorite characters in a certain book, how would you react?” Fan-submitted question, you can be sure.

Blaze gawks at me. “Um… what?” I open my mouth to repeat the question, but he waves a hand in the air, stopping me. He rubs his hand across his forehead. “It would depend on my state at the time. If I was on edge, I would teleport us to Antarctica and hope they would let go. If I wasn’t on edge, I’d probably either freak out or enjoy the attention.” He frowns. “Who came up with that question?”

I stand up. “Thanks so much for you time today, Mr. Blaze. I hope you’ve enjoyed this…”

Blaze nods and walks to the door, giving me suspicious glances over his shoulder. The instant the door closes, I have to burst out laughing.

Best question ever.

Thanks so much to Alyssa, Sarah, Shine, and Merenwen for submitting questions! I’m sure Blaze enjoyed them. 😉 What do you think of our favorite teleporter? Comment below!

Interviews From The Writers’ Desk: Lady Geneva (A Dream Not Imagined Blog Tour)

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Whew, that title! Today I’m participating in the blog tour for A Dream Not Imagined by Shantelle Marie Hannu. I had the pleasure of interviewing the stepmother in this Cinderella retelling. Without any more delay, I’ll hand it over to Bri and Lady Geneva Archley Irvings Abbington.


I’m typing away furiously at my laptop when the door to my office bursts open. Benedict steps in, his face red. I’ve never seen him angry, and this really worries me. “Benedict? Is everything all right?”

He mutter something under his breath and then lifts his voice. “A lady is here to see you. An interview.”

Oh. I bite my lip to suppress a smile. I had forgotten to tell Benedict about this interview, and I’m guessing he and Lady Geneva haven’t quite hit it off. “You can send her in. Thank you.”

Lady Geneva walks in, head held regally. She’s fairly tall, with a cold air. No smile, but at least her auburn hair brightens her appearance a little. Not enough, though. I still get a bit of a shiver when she walks in, but I paste on a bright smile. “Hello, please sit down.”

She sits and adjusts the fabric of her skirt. I clear my throat. “I’m glad you could make it. To start us off, could you tell us a little about yourself and the part you play in the story?”

“My name is Lady Geneva Archley Irvings Abbington. I’m the mother of two fine young women (one of which will snag the prince, I’m certain), and I also have a stepdaughter, who came with my second husband,” she said. “I’m the stepmother of the story. Some people might call me mean, but I prefer to describe myself as regal, firm, and intelligent.”

She’s pretty confident. I type out her answer. “How would you honestly describe your personality?” I ask.

Lady Geneva clears her throat. “Well, perhaps a bit cunning. I know what it takes to get what I desire, and I won’t stop at things as trivial as other’s feelings and hopes. I try not to show my emotions—such an act never gets one anywhere.”

I nod. “Tell me about your family.”

“My first husband, Franklin Irvings, passed away shortly after our youngest daughter was born. I then married Thomas Abbington, a man who’d recently rose to nobility and could provide well for my family. However, my daughters, Dezmarie and Adelaide, had such a difficult time getting used of his daughter, Ellie. And Ellie’s birth mother was a peasant. So the only thing to do was to give Ellie a servant’s role. We’re quite comfortable this way. My daughters now have extra help in getting ready for balls and such. Which is essential when one is waiting each day for news of a royal ball.” I struggle to keep up with her answer. My fingers don’t type that fast.

I catch up. “Okay, what is your main goal?”

She pauses. “I have many goals. But my main would be to see Dezmarie and Adelaide married to wealthy men.”

I guess that makes sense. “Okay, last one. What annoys you more than anything else?”

Lady Geneva frowns. “When someone, Ellie for example, undermines my authority. I also cannot abide nervousness or awkwardness in people; it gets on my nerves.”

I nod. “Thank you so much,” I say. “I’m glad you were able to do this.”

“My pleasure,” she says curtly, standing up and smoothing her skirt. With a swish, she turns and walks out of the room haughtily. I smile to myself and settle down to organize the notes.


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About the Book

A MAID, a PRINCE, and a DUKE. A GARDENER, a STEPMOTHER, and a secret…

     Ellie Abbington, a beautiful yet unassuming young woman, quietly longs for her life to change. Too privileged to associate with the servants—too underprivileged to associate with her own family; she dreams a dream of a prince and a happily ever after.

But it could be that her own stepsisters, conniving Dezmarie and easily-influenced Adelaide, are dreaming the same dream…of the same prince.

In the end, are dreams even all they’re made out to be? Especially with deep and long-hidden secrets about to be unearthed?

A Dream Not Imagined is a non-magical fairytale novella based loosely on the classic tale of Cinderella.

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About the Author

     Shantelle Mary Hannu was born in the mountainous west, spending her golden childhood years there. Since then, she has relocated time and again with her parents and seven siblings, making cherished memories in both the South and Central United States.

A Christian homeschool graduate, Shantelle has a passion for writing and all things books. From a young age she’s been penning tales with a hope of sharing with the world adventurous and soul-stirring stories that bring glory to God.

A Dream Not Imagined, a fairytale novella, is her first published book. She’s currently preparing a full-length fantasy novel for publication as well, and working on its sequel.

Shantelle blogs at A Writer’s Heart about her stories, favorite books and movies (with reviews), healthy wheat-free recipes, and hosts fellow authors, among other things. One of her joys is connecting with fellow writers and readers! You can also find her on:

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Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Adira Billings

This is one of my favorite characters from a roleplay I’m doing with a friend, and she’s also Slade Ellery‘s cousin, along with having a pretty big part in his book. Please let me know what you think! 😀

I check my watch for the bazillionth time. Still five minutes. I’m both excited and nervous about this interview.

Benedict stick his head into my office. “She’s here.”

I nod. “Send her in.”

Half a minute later, a very tall, slender girl enters the room. Her light blond hair is in a French braid and pulled over her shoulder, and her green eyes glisten with excitement. She’s wearing a plain black t-shirt with a brown leather jacket, black pants, black leather fingerless gloves, and – yes – tall black boots. A gorgeous quiver is thrown over her shoulder, and she clutches her bow tightly, the only sign of her nervousness. I nod toward the chair and she sits.

I pull my laptop towards me. “Are you ready?” I ask. She nods. “Okay. What is your full name, and how old are you?”

“I’m Adira Billings, and I’m twenty-nine,” she replies.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m originally from Lerali,” Adira says. “But I recently moved here to Earth – more specifically, New York.”

I nod, typing. “Why did you decide to move?” I ask.

Her face reddens. “Um, well, I wasn’t exactly comfortable on Lerali anymore.” I raise an eyebrow, and she sighs. “Okay, fine. I was wanted on Lerali for quite a number of crimes, and I decided it would be best to lay low for a while. Hence, Earth.”

I nod again, not wanting to push her too much. “So since you’re a Leralian, I assume you have a Gift. What is it?”

“I’m actually one of the rare people with half of two Gifts. I’m half a Suspender, like Slade, and I’m half a Messenger, like Ellis. So I can send telepathic messages and read minds, along with doing some telekinesis, limited, though, not like Slade.”

I type. “That’s interesting. How would you describe your personality?”

Adira makes a face. “I’ve always been a bit of a rebel, seeking out adventure and excitement. Other than that, I’m sarcastic, and I tend to have a bit of a temper and go into things headlong without thinking.”

I smile. “Sounds a bit like Slade.” I hurry on when her face turns sad. “What about your family?”

Her face gets sadder. “Slade, his mom, and his sister are my only family. Both my parents and my older sister, Arza, are dead.”

Oh, goodness. How much more awkward can this get? “I-I’m so sorry. I just keep asking the wrong questions.” I pause. “What about your bow and quiver? Do you like archery?”

Adira laughs. “That might be a rhetorical question. Yes, I do. I’m pretty good at most fighting and martial arts techniques, and weapons are my forte.” She frowns. “But of course, after Slade’s dad died, I turned and used that for the wrong reason, the wrong people.”

The silence hangs awkwardly for a second and I clear my throat. “Well, I think that’s all for now. Thank you for coming.”

She nods. “I’m sorry if I made this more awkward than it had to be.”

I shrug, pushing away my computer and standing up as she leaves. “I don’t mind. Have a nice day.”

She gives a slight bow, a smile, and leaves the room. I slump back in my chair and laugh at myself.

Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Wilson Sykes

Drumroll, please… Introducing Wilson Sykes, the final character to be interviewed for the five-book series I’ve been working on. I’d love feedback, and I’d especially love for you to vote on the poll at the end of this post and choose your favorite character of these five! Check out the interviews of the other four: Slade, Ellis, Iris, and Haven.

“Wilson Sykes is here for his interview,” Benedict tells me over the intercom.

I smile. The last of the five. Finally. “Send him in,” I tell Benedict over the intercom. I pull my laptop over in front of me. It’s been great getting to know these teenagers, and I’m a little sad that it’s going to be over. Of course, I’m going to keep in touch with them. And there will probably be more interviews with their friends and family members. And enemies, of course.

A very tall, muscular teenage boy walks into the room. His red hair is just long enough to fall onto his forehead, but only just long enough to reach a third of the way down that forehead. His blue eyes hold a spark of uncertainty, but his smile seems genuine. Part of a tattoo is showing from under the edge of his shirt sleeve, on his upper arm, but I can’t make out what it is.

“Please sit down,” I tell him with a smile. He obeys as I open up a new document. “Are you ready to get started?” I  ask. He simply nods in reply. Iris says that he conserves words, but that he’s definitely not shy. Or quiet. “First question. What is your full name and your age?”

“I’m Wilson Sykes and I’m eighteen,” he states.

He’s apparently not one for interviews. “Can you tell me about your family?”

Wilson smiles. “I live on a farm wtih my parents, both of whom I’m pretty close to. I have two younger siblings: my nine-year-old brother, Aster, and my eight-year-old sister, Elili.”

I nod as I type. He’s opening up a little. “What is your Gift?”

“I can control the weather,” Wilson tells me. “I can’t control night and day, just the weather. Rain, snow, sleet, tornadoes… I’m still working on hurricanes.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s cool! Now, how would you honestly describe your personality?”

He frowns, thinking. “I guess I’d say that I’m thoughtful with a quick temper. I’m not exactly shy, I just think it’s a good idea to be quiet. Sometimes. I’m working on that.” He grins.

I laugh. “I get what you mean. What are some of your faults?”

Wilson frowns. “Well, I’m used to the outdoors. I hate being inside or in a bustling city for very long. I like the peace of the countryside. Oh,” he adds, laughing. “I’m horrible with people. I get very impatient with them mostly because they’re annoying, like Slade.”

I grin. “I certainly won’t deny that. Okay, what are your strengths?”

“I’d say my strength,” he says, smiling. “I do a lot of athletic work, both at our farm and on my own. And then I guess my passion, steadfastness, and determination. I throw myself into pretty much anything I set my mind to, whether revenge or good deeds,” Wilson finishes.

“Last one,” I tell him. “What is your Name?”

“The Stormkeeper,” Wilson tells me, smiling.

I type that into my document and turn to him with a smile. “Thanks so much for the interview. It was realy great to get to know you. Tell the gang we need to get together again soon.”

He nods. “Thanks for having me. Maybe we can take you on a tour of Lerali sometime.”

I’m sure my face lights up. “That would be awesome! We need to do that.”

Wilson grins. “I’ll arrange it. I’d better leave you to your work.”

I smile. “All right.” Maybe work will go quicker with a fun trip to another world in mind.

Don’t forget to vote for your favorite of these five below! 🙂

Interviews From the Writer’s Desk: Slade Ellery

I’m so excited for you guys to finally meet Slade! He is currently my favorite character in the Teen Warriors series, the fourth of the five main characters. See Haven, Ellis, and Iris by clicking on the links. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

“Help!” I hear Benedict squeak. The door of my office slams open, sending me flying across the room to catch a falling vase. Benedict floats into the room, five feet off the ground, lying face-down. I gape at him. “Help,” he yelps again.

Benedict suddenly falls to the floor.A cute teenage boy with a cocky grin waks in through the open door. His very dark brown hair almost looks black, and his eyes are a chocolatey brown. He’s medium height, and fairly skinny. “He wanted to show me in,” he tells me “I wanted to show myself in.” He says it as if it explains everything.

Benedict picks himself up and hurries out of the room, sending an indignant glare over his shoulder at the dark-haired teenager. The door wings shut by itself, but it was probably helped a little by the boy. He sits down in the interview chair and smiles at me. I finally recover enough to speak.

“You must be Slade,” I say, stating the obvious as I sit down behind my desk.

Slade grins. “That would be me.”

I settle down and pull my laptop in front of me. “I assume, by the way you treated my secretary, that you’re ready for the interview,” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He runs his fingers through his dark hair, that perpetual grin still on his face. “Of course. Adira’s always accused me of being way too eager to talk about myself. I think she’s right. Oh, and I’m sorry about the thing with Benny,” he adds. “I enjoy dramatic entrances.”

Benedict, not Benny,” I growl under my breath. My voice switches into cheerful mode. Forced cheerful mode, that is. “All right, let’s get this party started.” And over with as quickly as possible. “What is your full name, and how old are you?”

He leansback in his chair and puts his hands behind his head. “My name is Slade Ellery, at your service, m’lady, and I’m eighteen.”

I nod, typing in his reply – minus the embellishments, of course – and move on to the next question. “Can you tell me about your family?” I ask.

He laughs. “Can I? I definitely can. The question is, can you sit through my ramblings on that subject.” He winks. “Well, how do I start? First there’s my mom. She’s so sweet and strong and patient. She’s been so amazing, especially after my dad left when I was nine. My only sibling is my little sister, Mendi. She’s thirteen, five years younger than me. We’re really close. All three of us are. Mendi’s super energetic, polite, and cheerful, and she’s almost always smiling. And Adira, my cousin, is almost like an older sister to me. She’s twenty-nine. She spent most of her teenage years living with us, and a little after that, but… well, it’s a long story,” he finishes.

I nod. My fingers are already getting tired. “Any other important back story info I need to know?”

He makes a face. “Well, I spent five years looking for my dad, and found him when I was fourteen, but, well, I was three days too late,” he finishes, sighing.

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”

He waves me off. “It’s okay. I’ve mostly gotten over it.”

Mostly. Not completely. I move hurriedly to the next question. “What is your Gift?” Much less painful, but I already learned the answer, didn’t I?

Slade grins, the sorrow evaporating from his eyes. “I already kind of demonstrated. Telekinesis, basically. Sometimes, I use my hands, but I don’t really have to. I can just send a mental command, in a way. Basically just thinking about it.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s really neat,” I tell him. “Now, how would you honestly describe your personality?”

He snorts. “Honestly? Ha. That makes it a lot harder. Mot people would probably describe my personality as annoying. Which I don’t mind very much. Annoying is better than wimpy, and it’s a good mask, too. Sarcastic, protective, funny, a show-off, practical joker, comedian, things like that are what I normally get.”

“What are some of your bad characteristics?” I ask.

Slade raises an eyebrow. “Me? Bad characteristics? I’m kidding,” he adds, seeing my annoyed look. “Okay, so maybe my sarcasm is a bad characteristic, and Adira accuses me of not thinking things through before i act. I tend to just jump into things. I’m not exactly the most friendly guy, and some people think I’m rude. And I guess my overprotectiveness.” He grins. “And my lack of humility.”

I hold back and unladylike snort and manage to keep a congenial smile on my face. “All right. What are your strengths?”

Slade smiles, a real smile this time. “I throw myself wholeheartedly into anything I set my mind to. I’m passionate and I’m pretty good at getting out of, um, situations. I’ve put a lot of work into my Gift, too.”

“Last thing,” I tell him. “What is your Name, the one the King gave you?”

“The Suspender,” Slade tells me, grinning.

I finally grin back. “Thanks so much for coming. And do me a favor: don’t mess with Benedict on the way out.”

He frowns, fakely; his eyes are laughing. “All right, I’ll try not to.” And we both laugh.

Interviews From the Writer’s Desk – Ellis Reckle

Ellis is another one of the five main characters from my Teen Warrior series (in progress), the same series Haven and Iris are in. He’s quite a boring character, but that’s one of the things that make his story special. Please note that all characters are subject to change. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments.

“Benedict,” I call over my intercom. “Is Ellis Reckle here for his interview yet?”

“Yes, I’m sending him in.”

I pull over my laptop and open up a new document. After my last interview, I thought it would be a good idea to use my computer for note taking instead of pen and paper. I’m getting tired of blisters.

A young teenage boy steps in. He’s pretty plain looking, with dusty brown hair and medium gray eyes. He looks like he’s around five and a half feet tall, but the short description Iris sent me said that he’s 5.563 feet tall. Haven and Iris warned me that he likes to be precise. He looks like the average geek: skinny, pale, and quiet. Although, from what I’ve heard, he’s a pretty special geek. Boring, but special.

“Hi,” I greet him, smiling. “Have a seat. We’ll start off with an easy question, and then we’ll get to some harder ones. I assume Haven and Iris have already told you a little about what to expect.”

He nods. “They told me in deep detail.”

I grin. “Well, then you’re probably well prepared. First off, what is your name and age?”

“Ellis Reckle. I’m sixteen, the youngest in our group.”

“Can you tell me about your family?”

“I live with my dad in our cottage a little ways inside the city limits. He’s the one I inherited my brain and technological fascination from. My mom and my only brother died when I was eight, so it’s just me and my dad now.”

“Tell me about your Gift and its limitations,” I ask.

“Well, my Gift isn’t exactly anything too special,” he tells m. “Basically, I’m just really good with technology, and I have a photographic memory.”

I’m starting a new page in my document. “How would you honestly describe your personality?”

“Quiet and nerdy,” he states. “I’m not necessarily shy, just quiet. I like to think instead of talk. Sometimes it makes people think I’m rude, but I’m just quiet. If someone’s loyal to me, I’m loyal to them. I’m not easily angered. But, all in all, I’ve got a pretty dull personality.”

I blink, surprised. “Is that all?”

Ellis shrugs. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“What are some of your faults or bad characteristics?”

“I’m a total chicken. Bravery is certainly not one of the characteristic I possess. I’m boring, plain, and dull. My brain tends to get me in trouble, and I’m pretty much a bully magnet. There are plenty more, but, hey, I’m sure you have plenty more questions.” He grins.

I laugh. “You’re right. What are some of your strengths and good points?”

“Well, I’m smart, loyal, and trusting, I can fix virtually anything, and I’m good at planning things. I have a heart for doing good, and I’m a quick thinker. I’m cool and collected, too. Most of the time,” he finishes.

This may be my shortest interview yet. “Last question. What is the Name the King gave you?” I ask.

“I’m the inventor,” Ellis announces.

I nod, typing the last few words into my document. “Thank you so much for coming, Ellis. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Ellis grins. “It’s not often I hear that, and thank you.” He gives me one last smile before heading out the door.