Giveaway and Guest Post: Rise of the Magi by Jocelyn Adams
Rise of the Magi by Jocelyn Adams
Series: Lila Gray, book #3
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing
Release Date: June 4th, 2013
Keywords: fae, faeries, elves, selkies, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, dryads, paranormal.
The difficulties in writing a trilogy…
Writing a trilogy is a little like playing chess. Often you need to move pieces into place in book one so that xyz can happen in book two, which will then lead to abc event in book three.
When I wrote The Glass Man, I had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to write a trilogy. Silly me, taking that on with my first novel when I had no idea the difficulties it would present. I left the end of book one open, the primary conflict unfinished, forcing myself to continue with the story.
My biggest mistake? Submitting the story to a publisher before I’d finished the rest of the trilogy. I had no idea where I was going or how I would get there. No idea what characters would come along for the ride and who would be lost along the way.
Book two is much harder than writing book one as I soon discovered. Not only did I have to remind the readers what happened in book one without making them feel like they were reading it again, but also setting up book three. As I quickly discovered, there were details I would have liked to change in book one. Thankfully I figured out what they were in time to fix them in the last round of edits before the first book hit the shelves.
While it only took me six weeks to write The Glass Man, it took me a year to finish Shadowborn with a lot of starts and stops. Where did I want to take Lila and Liam? Just how mean to them did I want to be? Very, apparently. I’m quite glad she isn’t real or she’d have taken my head off by now. J
By the time I made it to book three and could see the finish line, there were so many storylines I’d begun throughout the trilogy to finish up I felt overwhelmed with the limited words I had to do it. It was like weaving an enormous blanket with a thousand different threads, and at the end, there had to be a finished product.
Not to mention knowing I’d soon be saying goodbye to the world I’d been living in for a couple of years just about tore my heart out. I might visit Iress and its residents again one day, but for now I’ve put them to bed in my mind.
My biggest piece of advice to authors thinking of attempting a trilogy is to at least rough-draft all three books before trying to submit it for publication anywhere. There are always details that need to be changed here and there, and it’s much easier to change them before an editor falls in love with your book and starts to polish it.
What’s your favorite trilogy or series?
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Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.
In a battle of wills, who is strongest? The one who hates or the one who loves?
In a test of faith, who will fight the hardest? The one who has everything to lose or the one who believes only in herself?
For Lila Gray, the answer is both. For the Magi, the questions are pointless since they can’t lose, and they’ve been waiting since before Lila’s birth for this one moment. Lila only needs to find them to understand her entire purpose in life. This time, though, instead of protecting her people, Lila may be leading them all, including her unborn child and the man she loves, to their deaths — and not by accident.
In the ultimate trial of heart and soul, and the conclusion to the Lila Gray series, Lila will learn that the greatest weapon of war is herself, with one ultimate unknown. For which side will she fight?
Excerpt – Chapter 1
I choked on the black fear unfurling in my soul, brought on by what would come, what always assaulted me the moment I slipped into unconsciousness. It was stupid to think I could run from it for a third night, but shreds of hope were all that had kept me sane. Primal, cold and so dark it blotted out my Light.
Sleep, more terrifying than anything I’d faced yet, claimed me again.
Standing on the balcony of the new fae castle, I gazed over winding rows of ancient shifter houses, each quiet and seemingly content in slumber, in a night that wasn’t dark. Dark and light all at once—a perfect balance, as if the world hadn’t yet decided which side would win, until the red clouds rolled and curled across the sky like blood spilled into water. Flames, intelligent and ravenous, spread from the east, ready to consume everything and everyone until nothing but ash remained. Heat licked at my skin, growing hotter. Knowing it was only a dream didn’t keep sweat from pearling along my face and neck or the blue streak of profanity from escaping to color the air. Heart thundering, I gripped the railing while I stared at the coming storm, brain frozen with the puzzle I hadn’t yet solved.
What are you trying to tell me? What am I missing?
From below, shrieks invaded my ears, thundering across the land until they rose into a deafening clatter of sound. The houses came alive with light, moaning as fae spilled into the cobblestone streets and stared skyward before scattering, each filled with agony and despair deep enough there would be no escape from it. Dying. They were dying. My own scream built in my throat, to tell them I would fix it somehow, that I would save them, but it couldn’t find an escape. Nor would my body obey my commands to move, to help them. To do something. Anything.
The scene changed as it always did. I stared down from far above, my limbs turned to torches of white fire. A globe of light around me cast a white wash over the city, over the fae who still ran in every direction.
I am the storm.
Wings pounding against the wind reached me a moment before a giant snowy owl arrived to hover before me, those golden eyes shining with rage and fear, both inducing immense relief that Liam had come and blinding horror with some distant knowledge that he should have run, too.
My scream pierced the silence as a wail let loose from his beak.
“Wake up, Lila. Please, wake up!”
Warmth on my arm jerked me awake.
Damn near hyperventilating, I scrambled out of bed and landed on my hands and knees on the hardwood without a stitch of clothing on, unsure if the room spun or if I was just dizzy. When Liam approached, his eyes haunted and glassy, a chilled realization hit me and stalled my breath until my lungs ached with need. What if the storm hadn’t been a dream?