Hey all! I’m pretty sure at least some of you have seen me and my book around on some of your favorite blogs, but today I thought I’d introduce you to two of the guys featured in The Vanished Knight.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you, Darrion and Gawain.
Gawain: Hi. *Darts an amused glance Darrion’s way before strapping off his sword and sitting down.*
Darrion: *crosses arms* Should have asked Callan.
Me: But I wanted to intro you two, since all the other posts have focused on the others, if we came to characterization at all.
Darrion: Oh I don’t know… *checks with Gawain* “I love writing scenes where Darrion’s arguing with anyone”, she said.
Gawain: *Nods, eyes dancing* Yes and…
Me: *Didn’t think they’d actually read my interviews.* I’m sure it doesn’t matter. How about we discuss –
Gawain: “There’s something delicious about pushing him to the edge.”
Darrion: *Raises an eyebrow at me.* De…licious?
Gawain: *Chortles, failing to cover it up with coughs*
Darrion: Of all the things you chose to refer to me as, you picked delicious?
Gawain: All the girls at Grayston Academy think you delicious too.
Me: … Not what I meant.
Darrion: *Eyebrow raises a fraction more* No?
Me: …. About Callan.
Darrion: *Scowls* Really?
Gawain: Well played. *Sits forward, watching Darrion.*
Darrion: *loooooooooong siiiiiiigh* What about her?
Gawain: You really don’t like her?
Darrion: Haven’t we covered this before? No. No I don’t. And she doesn’t like me either.
Me: She probably would if you stopped being an ass every time you’re near her.
Darrion: But I won’t, so the point is moot.
Gawain and me: *sigh*
Darrion: Still can’t believe you called me delicious in front of Tree knows how many people.
Me: I didn’t! I basically said I enjoy torturing you… *thinks* Uh…
Gawain: Yeah mo chrie. That came out very wrong.
Darrion: *Grins despite himself*
Me: *covers face, can’t help laughing at herself and them* Sorry… Yeah I meant…
Darrion: *goes over and pats my shoulder* Give it a rest, love, before we need shovels to get you out.
Me: Right… So about Callan…
Darrion: *pretends to be startled* Oh look. Time’s up.
Me: … oh.
Gawain: He’s been doing the same thing over and over again.
Darrion: *half smiles and steals a kiss to my cheek before heading out* Seeya later. And get writing!
Me: That wasn’t all that illuminating.
Gawain: Oh I disagree. *grins* Got to know you a lot better, didn’t I?
Me: Oh go on scamp! *chuckles*
Gawain: *laughs and heads out after Darrion* Hey! Maybe we should do these get-togethers for the A-to-Z Challenge next year. It’s fun!
Me: We’ll see!
There you have it people, a few moments of life with the Nordian boys. And yes, they’re a lot like this to me when I write them too… Anyone else have characters constantly surprising and defying you as you write?
Since the death of her parents, Callan Blair has been shunted from one foster family to another, her dangerous secret forcing the move each time. Her latest foster family quickly ships her off to an exclusive boarding school in the Cumbrian countryside. While her foster-brother James makes it his mission to get Callan expelled, a nearby ancient castle holds the secret doorway to another land...
When Callan is forced through the doorway, she finds herself in the magical continent of Tardith, where she’s shocked to learn her schoolmates Gawain and Darrion are respected soldiers in service to the king of Nordaine, one of Tardith's realms. More than that, the two are potential heirs to the Black Knight—Nordaine's crown prince.
But when the Black Knight fails to return from a mysterious trip, the realm teeters on the brink of war. Darrion and Gawain set out to find him, while Callan discovers there is more to her family history than she thought. The elves are claiming she is their princess.
Now with Darrion growing ever more antagonistic and her friendship with Gawain blossoming, Callan must decide whether to stay in Nordaine—where her secret grows ever more threatening—or go to the elves and uncover the truth about her family before war sets the realms afire.
M. Gerrick (AKA Misha Gericke) has basically created stories since before she could write. Many of those stories grew up with her and can be seen in her current projects.
She lives close to Cape Town, with a view over False Bay and Table Mountain.
If you’d like to contact her, feel free to mail her at warofsixcrowns(AT)gmail(DOT)com, Circle her on Google Plus or follow her on Twitter. If you'd like to see her writer-side (beware, it's pretty insane), please feel free to check out her blog. You can also add The Vanished Knight on Goodreads