Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sandy Lender and Choices Meant for Gods, the first book of her Choices trilogy, published by Archebooks.

Hello, I'd like to welcome author Sandy Lender. Sandy's virtual book tour will run June 1- July 3 (with the exception of June 8-10). At the end of each week one commenter will be randomly drawn from the blogs to win an autographed, hard cover, first edition copy of Choices Meant for Gods.

Fantasy Work in Medieval Times
By Fantasy Author Sandy Lender
The purpose of my current online book tour is to talk about my first fantasy novel, CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS, but I’m pleased with the opportunity to talk about time travel as well today. I go a little further back in time than Elizabethan England and Shakespeare or even Chaucer or Boccaccio when I sit down to “travel.” Don’t get me wrong, the Middle Ages are wonderful to fantasize about (despite the fact I wouldn’t have lived past my teen years given my propensity for weird diseases), but I love the Anglo-Saxon stuff. Give me a husky old Angle or Saxon fighting alongside his ring-giver, stabbing a traitor who dared flee the battle with a plainly-forged sword, and I’ll give you a romantic story about it. Oh, yes, there’s romance galore in those Old English themes of exile and loyalty. Have you ever read an Old English poem called THE WANDERER? God, it rips your heart out!

So there it is. I love Old English poetry and Anglo-Saxon angst. Down with William the Conqueror! Nasty old bastard that he was. He he he.

And that’s the stuff I incorporate in my fantasy novels. I’ve worked bits and pieces of Old English words and imagery into the world of Onweald*, where the majority of the action/adventure of CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS and its sequels takes place. And when I had too much back story and “created legends” to cram into the 418 pages of the first fantasy novel, I put together a chapbook of short stories and deleted scenes called WHAT CHOICES WE MADE to supplement the series. For every word I typed, I got to immerse myself in another time—a time when wind howled through stones in drafty castles and burly men sat around long-planked tables in mead halls guessing at riddles and boasting of great deeds done in battle. It’s good fodder for the imagination, I tell you.

Now, not all of that makes for good fantasy literature these days. You’ve got to be careful how much mead-drinking and deed-boasting your heroes and heroines do or your readers are going to get annoyed with them. But, my oh my, who doesn’t like the coziness of a mead-hall table under candle-lit chandeliers in a dining room warmed by a huge stone fireplace? Set a wizard guardian next to an unlikely heroine at that table. Set a hot and handsome hero at the head of the table who’s just wishing to the gods of this other-world society that the guardian would leave… You start to get the picture, right?

I’ve heard it said that each time we pick up a book we’re transported to another time. I love that thought. I’d like to think that it extends to the author. Each time he or she sat down with the characters, he or she was transported to another time. She got to visit another time in space, another place where reality paused for a little while and she saw a glimpse of what could be created in a fantasy realm.

Thanks for taking time out of your travels to check in here today!
“Some days, I just want the dragon to win.”
* Onweald is the Old English word for “power.”

Blurb: Choices Meant for Gods
Not even the gods noticed when Chariss was born with the mark of The Protector. Now she and her wizard guardian seek shelter from a mad sorcerer in a household not just full of secrets and false hope, but watched by the god who will unwittingly reveal her role in an impending war.

When an orphan sets aside a lifetime of running and fear to accept the responsibilities of guarding an arrogant deity, can she face the trials in the prophecies she uncovers? Will Nigel Taiman of her latest refuge dare to use his dragon heritage to bind her to his estate or to help her in her duty?

This is a romantic scene as Nigel Taiman and Amanda Chariss ride from the estate at Arcana to Arcana City. Her wizard guardian has already clued her in to the fact that Nigel wants to court her, and she's upset over it. The scene mentions the bear-like ryfel creature that nearly killed Nigel in the training arena...Nigel frowned at her. Spurring his horse slightly, he reached out to take hold of Shadow’s bridle. Bringing them both to a stop, he turned in the saddle to face her.

“Hey!” she objected.

“Indeed. Have I done something to anger you?”

Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.


“You’re staring at me.”

“By the gods, Woman. All right, I’ll look at your horse. ’Manda,” he said to Shadow, “what have I done that’s made you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You’re not a liar,” he spoke to Chariss again.

“All right, so I’m a little angry. It will pass.”

“And you don’t want to tell me what it is?”

She couldn’t blame her reticence today on worry over Drake. She also couldn’t blame her health because she’d completely recovered from her telabyrinth poisoning. With Hrazon and The Master attending the summer festival, she couldn’t blame some sort of timidity at being ‘alone’ in the city. No, she had to take a deep breath and be honest with him. Considering the number of suitors she’d sent packing in the past few years, this should have been an easy thing to do again. It wasn’t. She sighed, closing her eyes as if she could make the scene disappear.

“Do you agree that you’re my friend?” she finally asked.

He watched her open her eyes then, realizing where the conversation must be going.

“Yes.” It was said with exasperation.

“And that I’m your friend?”


“And does that please you?”

He sighed, but didn’t get a chance to answer.

“You see, Nigel, it pleases me. I appreciate your kindness, and I would be disappointed if we hadn’t built such a…such a…”

“Friendship?” he retorted.

“Such a rapport.”

He rolled his eyes. “A fancier word with even less affection.”

“My stay at Arcana is much more pleasant because I have this relationship with you. But someone has tried to convince me that your…your…”




“Well…your opinion of our relationship might be somewhat different from mine.”

“’Manda, just say what you’re thinking. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

She looked miserable then. “I don’t want to say what I’m thinking.”


“No, that’s not good. Hrazon thinks you’re…Hrazon believes you spend time with me because…” She paused, searching for the words.

“Because I’m in love with you?”

She nearly fell backward. “Just blurt it out!”

He chuckled slightly. “This is uncomfortable, isn’t it? I’m sorry to embarrass you. This conversation would be better in a darkened corner of Arcana’s parlor. ’Manda, I’m not going to lie to you. Hrazon has every reason to believe I’m after his ward because I am. It’s no secret to anyone I enjoy your company. What, where are you…You’re the only woman I know who can scoot that far away on a saddle without falling off.”

“I don’t think you should say those things.”

“Aye,” he sighed, watching her fidget with Shadow’s reins. But he made a decision to press the matter. “I’m going to say them and get them out in the open. Then we can decide if you’re to die of embarrassment, or slap me across the face.”

She couldn’t help smiling, even though her heart beat as if it would burst through her bodice from the tension she felt.

“I enjoy being with you because you’re my perfect match,” he said. “Have you noticed that we agree on almost everything? And the few things we don’t agree on are intriguing to argue because you make them intriguing. There’s no one at that entire estate, The Master and every intelligent student combined, who can hold my attention as you do. None of them compare.

“I’m attracted to everything about you, including your compassion. Even now, when you’re on the verge of falling off a horse with embarrassment, your concern is for my feelings, not your own. Godric, who doesn’t deserve to wash your feet, who finds every excuse to correct you, gets your respect because you remind yourself that he’s your benefactor. Do you know what strength of character that shows? Do you know how it endears you to me to know you bite your tongue after his arrogant remarks to save my mother’s feelings?”

She merely nodded, her eyes cast down.

“And do you know how it endears you to me to know you would fight to the death for little Kaylin?”

She nodded again.

“And do you know how it endears you to me to know you instinctively threw yourself into healing spells to save my life?”

“You shouldn’t assume that means—”

“I remember sliding toward death that night, life spilling out of me, and poison seeping into me from that thing’s claws. But do you know what I remember most distinctly? I remember you commanding me not to bleed to death…and I remember your hands afterward. Once I was healed, once Master Rothahn became preoccupied with the dead ryfel, you crawled over to me and put your hands on me again, as if you had to be sure He’d done a good enough job of healing me. But you would’ve done it for any member of my family. I daresay you would’ve done it for any student in the school. And it’s because you care about others, and you want the best for everyone around you. And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

The last comment caught her off guard. It didn’t seem to fit with the logical argument he tried to make.

“I fail to see how these things tell you you’re in love. Kaylin enjoys my company. Mia enjoys arguing with me. I saved Sorne’s life once. Does this mean they’re in love with me?”

“If love could be explained that easily, it wouldn’t be real.”

“But what makes you think it’s real now? If you can’t explain your feelings, how do you know you’re not misled?”

“How does the rose know to bloom in spring?”

“Oh, now that talk I’ve heard before. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t think you should let yourself believe it now.”

“’Manda, I’m telling you the truth and I’m telling you what I know. If I’ve made you angry by falling in love with you, you’re just going to have to deal with it. Because you’re not currently interested in me, you have to give me time to change your mind.”

They were silent then; he waited for some sign that she wasn’t going to cast him aside, she waited for her heart to stop beating so loudly in her ears. As far as she was concerned, she was often a foolish girl, but her intentions at the beginning of this conversation were foolish beyond compare. She realized—with alarm—that the blood rushing through her veins, the lightheadedness, the excitement at getting to spend an afternoon with him, were all signs she had chosen to ignore.

She swallowed hard against the fear in her throat, and, with as much calm as she could muster, said: “What gives you the idea that I’m not interested in you?”


Mysti Holiday said...

GAH! I'm totally hooked... must, read, more...

Sandy Lender said...

Hi there, Mysti!

Just checkin' in to thank my lovely host Laura and now I thank you, too, for already stopping by. Nigel and Chariss are hard to step away from, aren't they? Imagine having them in your head all the time...makes it hard to sleep sometimes...

Happy Monday!
Sandy Lender
"Some days, I just want the dragon to win."

Jane Kennedy Sutton said...

Traveling back in time to Onweald is always fun and interesting! Good luck on your tour, Sandy.

Jane Kennedy Sutton

A. F. Stewart said...

Yes, there is a certain comfort in the cozy mead-hall, with a nice roaring fire and rowdy heroes.

Pauline B Jones said...

Great excerpt, Sandy. Looking forward to my turn as your blog host. :-)

The Anne Boleyn Files said...

Great excerpt, really enjoyed reading it. Good luck with your virtual book tour, Sandy.

Lily Stone said...

Good luck with your tour, Sandy! See you soon on my blog!

Margay said...

Hope you're having a wonderful tour and can't wait to see you at Moonlight, Lace and Mayhem.