I’d
like to welcome Dessy from Bringer of
Chaos: Forged in Fire by Kayelle Allen. Dessy is the twin sister of the
protagonist, Pietas. The two are immortal Ultras, and the only people ever born
to their people. Ultras are created beings. Pietas has been elected Chancellor
(king), but the twins and half a million others have been exiled.
RW: Where
do you live?
D: For
now, on Sempervia, a planet far across the galaxy from home.
RW: During
what time-period does your story take place?
A.
Your Earth year 4536
AD. For us, it's Sempervian year 1.
RW: How
are you coping with the conflict in your life?
D: Just because I've been exiled with only
the clothing on my back and am one of only a dozen people out of cryostasis
(among half a million), doesn't mean I have conflict. My egotistical,
narcissist brother doesn't bother me at all. Nor does my overbearing,
insufferable father, or my cowardly, whatever-you-say-dear mother. No. I'm
quite happy. (Eye roll.)
RW: What is your secret guilty pleasure?
D: Clean clothing and soap. How I miss hot water!
RW: If you were stranded on a tropical island, who would it be with?
You can choose any living, deceased or mythical figure.
D: My dear, I'm already stranded on a place far worse than that.
I'm glad it's with Armand and Philippe, two eight-feet-tall twin brothers who
do literally everything together. (Smiles.) Including me.
RW: Cherries or Bananas?
Leather or lace? Black or red? Mud Bath or Oily Massage?
D: Cherries. Leather.
Black. Oily massage. Yes. Oh, yes...
RW: If you came with a
warning label, what would it say?
D: Does not suffer fools.
RW: Satin, Egyptian cotton,
jersey, flannel… What are your favorite sheets?
D: Satin. After all,
someone else should be washing them and making the bed. If I had to do it,
cotton.
RW: Hunky heroes or average
Joe?
D: The hunkier the better.
RW: Party life or quiet
dinner for two?
D: Party. Every night. All
night.
RW: Those
are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.
D: You're welcome. It's high time someone
actually listened to me. Usually, everyone wants to talk to my brother. This
was nice. It's good to be appreciated. (Glares at brother.) For a change.
KAYELLE
ALLEN
Bio
Kayelle Allen did a
tour in the US Navy, where she climbed around airplanes (on the ground,
thankfully) fixing black boxes that helped pilots find their way home.
She wrote her first
science fiction novel at eighteen and to this day, it's hidden under the bed,
where she vows it will remain. Gems from it, however, launched several series
in her galaxy-wide universe of stories.
From childhood, Kayelle
was the victim of an overactive imagination and inherited the Irish gift of gab
from her mother. From her father, she got a healthy respect for mechanical
things.
No wonder she writes
Science Fiction and Fantasy peopled with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes,
role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's been married so long
she's tenured.
Bringer of Chaos:
Forged in Fire
The Plot
When the immortal
Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he
knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.
Half a million of his
people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to
free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing
over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on
him for rescue and he has no way to answer.
It's not all bad. The
beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's
bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this
planet with him has become a trusted friend.
Before Pietas can build
shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back
command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless
father.
Immortals may heal, but
a wound of the heart lasts forever...
An
Excerpt:
In
this scene, told from the point of view of Pietas (Dessy's twin brother) we can
see how poorly the twins get along. Pietas has completed a ritual in which he
paints on a mask. Because he had nothing to use, he's pretended to do so, and Dessy,
jealous of not being the one to perform the ritual with him, takes action.
Dessy slid one fingertip across an area below one of
his eyes. "There." She dusted off her hands. "That's
better."
"What did you do?"
"Since you didn't have a real partner for your ritual, I fixed your mask." She shot him
a humorless, sneering smile. "You missed a spot."
Ire flooded Pietas. He gripped Dessy's wrist and
yanked her to him.
The shock on her face gave way to indignation.
"Let go!" She jerked her arm but he held her fast. She shoved him.
He didn't budge, refusing to let her win.
She bombarded him with her empathic senses. The melee
of anger and rage stung worse than an ice storm, but pain had never stopped
him. "I'm warning you, Pietas. Let go of me!"
"Or what?" He shot back his own and added a
trickle of Wilt, a demand for surrender. "You'll tell Daddy?"
Her inborn Ultra gift of Compulsion pushed at his
mind, willing Pietas to release her. His sister had mastered the ability as a
toddler. He'd been four before he grasped the concept. Seven before he'd
mastered it.
But he'd been born immune.
She blasted him with a wall of outrage. Again, it
hurt. A human would crumple before such an attack. His sister had once knocked
half a squad unconscious without so much as one weapon.
Pietas continued to grip her wrist. It was an effort.
She used every trick soldiers knew, but failed to free herself. Though she
could resist Beguile by others, she never knew when he used it.
To Dessy and the others, he stood there, passive,
gripping her wrist with one hand. In reality, he gripped her with both and
barely held her.
She could have gained her freedom without difficulty,
but she believed otherwise. Hardly fair of him, but Dessy never fought fair
unless forced. Winning is everything.
That was her motto. His was Honor. Always.
Contact Kayelle At:
Twitter http://twitter.com/kayelleallen/
Amazon Author page http://amazon.com/author/kayelleallen
Publisher: Romance Lives Forever Books
Thank you for hosting me and talking to Dessy :) She comes across like a ticked off teenager and she is 16 -- um -- 1,916! LOL
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