Genre: YA fantasyRelease Date: March 13, 2012
Kaia disappeared for five years. Now she's back and her planet is on the brink of war.
Kaia disappeared for five years. Now she's back and her planet is on the brink of war.
The new "Numbers" program,
created by the Tueors' leader, tracks and isolates demigods. Kaia's friend,
Catrina, refuses to take part, and that makes her the most dangerous Number of
all.
It's Kaia's duty to gather and protect the
treasures of the gods. But neither the treasures nor Catrina are what they
appear to be.
As the day a dire prophesy foresees draws
near, will Kaia reverse the gears of fate, or will everything she's ever loved
be burned away by the flames of war?
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First and foremost I am veryyyy happy to have Sheenah, who is a super awesome friend and author here on FireStarBooks today. I had a blast!
INTERVIEW TIME!!
Who
is your favorite author and is you writing style similar to
theirs?
J.K.
Rowling~! I just want to visit Hogwarts forever. I seriously doubt my
writing style is similar to hers, but if anyone ever compared my work
to hers, I would die happy and demand that quote be engraved on my
tombstone.
When
naming your characters, do you give any thought to the actual
meaning?
I
think I give too much thought into the meaning of names. I’m
constantly pouring through name meaning websites and books and trying
to figure out if it’s a good match or not. And then there are the
rare occasions where I just pick a random and just go with it.
How
do you get started with writing a story (as in, how do you start
developing the story, how do you get inspired for it)?
I
think I tackle writing a book like animators tackle making a movie.
Or at least, that’s how it feels sometimes. I have my outline and
then I start drafting. Sometime during the draft phase, I make
storyboards of scenes complete with sketches. To see how my
characters look and the blocking involved visually helps me make a
scene richer (or at least I hope it does).
What
are your current projects?
I’m
currently working on the last book in my trilogy. I usually work on
one novel project at a time, however, an opportunity came along where
I’m also working on an Alice
in Wonderland
project with one of my author buddies. So balancing the two projects
has been interesting, to say the least.
Do
you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I
think it was just a natural evolution of my love of reading. I just
started writing something one day with really no reason behind it,
but just because I wanted to.
Can
you share a little of your current work with us?
Here’s
a scene I wrote for the Alice
in Wonderland
project. As a little preface about it, something drastic happened (as
they always do) and Alice (her actual name is Arisa) has just
discovered that her best friend and crush is on the verge of death
after he saved her. And Dinah is the equivalent of the Cheshire cat:
“Cheng?” she whispered.
He slowly opened one eye and tried to
move. An agonized groan passed his lips.
“Don’t move yet,” Alice said.
“Help is coming.”
“Arisa,” he whispered as he focused
on her face.
She traced her finger along his palm,
careful not to touch the sides of his hand. “Don’t talk,” Alice
said. “Dinah, go tell them!”
The cat nodded and disappeared.
“I’m so sorry, Cheng.”
He coughed. “Everything hurts. Where
. . . where’s my father?”
“I’m sure he’s—” She turned
toward the bait shop, but it was gone. There was nothing but broken
glass and splinters where the building once stood. Her bottom lip
quivered.
“He’s what?” Cheng attempted to
look up but sucked in a sharp intake of air and let his head fall
back.
“Don’t! You have to save your
energy. As soon as they come for you, I’ll look for him,” she
promised. Tears began rolling down her cheeks.
“Stop that,” Cheng said. He
coughed. “Never let the bullies see you cry.” He forced himself
to reach up to brush away a tear.
In that moment, Alice was able to see
just how bad his condition was. His entire back side was scorched,
black, and peeling. Blood seeped from the fissures in his skin. Alice
felt her soul twisting inside her body. She knew she needed to be
strong for his sake, but the tears kept coming. He had always been
the one who knew how to comfort her when she had been hurt by the
snide remarks of others who never understood her imagination. Young
and old alike just couldn’t believe that there was a world where
buildings touched the sky and nobody could talk to plants; whether or
not he believed her, she didn’t know nor would she ever know. Even
though he had received a bloody nose on more than occasion, he had
never allowed anyone to label her as crazy.
“Arisa, come closer,” Cheng
wheezed. “I . . . I have something . . . to tell you.”
She wiped away her tears and knelt
closer to his face. His voice was getting weaker, but she could do
nothing except stay by his side. She placed her palm against his.
“You have to . . . find that place
you’re always . . . talking about.”
“I’m staying right here with
you—always.”
“I’ve always wanted—” Cheng
winced “—to go there with you.”
“We still can! Just hold on!”
“Come closer. Please.”
She knelt down until their noses
touched. He leaned up ever so slightly and kissed her. Her eyes grew
wide, but she didn’t dare pull away. His lips were cool, but
comforting; they felt natural against hers. She leaned into him,
allowing him to rest his head back down. After a moment, she pulled
away a fraction.
Cheng gave a small grin. “I’ve
always wanted to do that my ‘Noble Sand.’ We’ll see each other
. . . in the next life. Or maybe that world of yours.”
She shook her head. “You can’t
leave me!”
He gave another shallow breath. “I
love . . . you . . . Ali—”
His hand dropped away from hers as his
eyes became vacant.
“Cheng?” Alice yelled. “Cheng!”
She placed her ear near his mouth but couldn’t hear him breathe.
“Cheng!” She grabbed his shoulder and shook him. “CHENG!”
She felt fur touch her cheek.
“Alice,” Dinah said gently, “he’s
gone.”
She stopped and looked down at the
body. “He can’t be gone! He said . . . He said he loved me,”
she whimpered.
“He’s always loved you.”
What
was the hardest part of writing your book?
Starting
it. I thought that writing a first book was hard until I tackled the
sequel and then learned that sequels are harder than the first one.
There was a lot of decision making. How should I start it? How much
should I recap? Does any of the ideas that I have right now even make
sense with the first book?!
Do
you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I
just adore my readers. Like seriously, they’re just the greatest
thing ever. I hope that I’ve entertained them and I hope that
they’ll continue to read the stories I’ve written for them.
Fun
Questions: :P
Who
is your OTP (from any fandom)?
One
OTP that I have that is canon: Usagi and Mamoru from Sailor Moon
One OTP that is NOT canon: Meiling and Syaoran from Cardcaptor Sakura
One OTP that is NOT canon: Meiling and Syaoran from Cardcaptor Sakura
I
have many, many OTPs. :3
Favourite
TV show right now?
Once
Upon A Time. :D
Note: I, Ashley, was being a troll ;P
One
thing that you can't live without?
If
the cosplay god can grant you a wish, what will that one wish be? :P
Wigs.
I know nothing about wigs, so I’ve never worn them. I need the
cosplay god to like give me an assortment of fantastic wigs with care
instructions.
Will
you watch Cicak man with me???
Please.
We’ll have a party at my house and invite Lynn. :D
Thank you Sheenah for answering all the questions, even if some were very stupid xD!
A neek at heart, Sheenah Freitas has a love for the whimsical and magical. She looks to animated Disney movies and Studio Ghibli films for inspiration because of the innovative twists on fairytales, strong story structures, and character studies. When not writing, you might find her in a forest where she's yet to find any enchanted castles.
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