Friday, June 5, 2009

The Danger of Putting a Handsome Character to Work


By Fantasy Author Sandy Lender

http://www.todaythedragonwins.blogspot.com


When I started marketing my first fantasy novel CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS, I put together a couple blogs where I could get conversations going about it and about me. One of the more dangerous things I did was giving one of my main characters, Nigel Taiman, a blog to moderate at http://sandylender.blogspot.com.


Now don’t get me wrong; Nigel’s a really nice gentleman. Just ask my heroine, Chariss. But he has a naughty streak in him. He’s not really sarcastic, but he does have a biting sense of humor when you least expect it of him. He seems to enjoy mocking me, poking fun at the absent-minded things I do, and just all-around taunting me. He’s recently put up a picture on the blog of me with a cooking wound…


The original purpose of the blog was merely to promote my novel(s). It’s sort of expanded into promoting the CHOICES trilogy, fantasy author Sandy Lender, my main blog, and whatever else is happening when I can rein him in. And then I have to watch what he’s saying because I can’t let him give away plot developments.


The No. 1 problem with Nigel is his going on and on (and on) about Chariss. He’s madly in love with her so it’s very easy for him to go off on a tangent about her lavender eyes or her strength or her shapely form or her smile or the way she can tease him with just a wink. It’s enough sap to make a sane person sick to her stomach, let me tell you that. So I try to keep an eye on him that way.


Overall, I’d have to say it’s pretty dangerous to put a handsome character to work for you. It’s difficult to know just what they’re going to do or say at any given time so you’ve got to keep track of them. Nigel’s an independent sort, so it’s tough to keep track of him all the time. But he’s also a fine gentleman, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. He’s done a pretty good job of helping me with marketing. I encourage you to check out his blog when you feel like reading about an author’s less-professional moments. He’s willing to share those in abundance.


“Some days, I just want the dragon to win.”


BLURB:

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?


EXCERPT:


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.


“’Manda?”


“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?”


“Yes.”


“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…”


“Feelings?”


“Well…your…”


“Intentions?”


“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.”


“Good!”


“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?”

5 comments:

Mysti Holiday said...

I had to click through and read Nigel's thoughts -- he's well and truly smitten, isn't he?

**sigh**

You have one lucky heroine.

Sandy Lender said...

Hello to Lily!
Thank you for hosting me today. I can't tell you how many times I tried to log on and post a comment so far today...but the places I stopped while running around (and waiting on others) weren't "internet compatible."

So I'm off to tickle the masses about this visit!

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

Sandy Lender said...

Hi there, Mysti!
Nigel's been doing more "marketing" and less "waxing poetic" in the past couple weeks. There's just so much marketing to do... ;)
Sandy Lender
"Some days, I just want the dragon to win."

Anonymous said...

Hi Sandy.I love Nigel's sense of humor! Giving him his own blog was brilliant.

Margay said...

Sandy, you are very brave to give Nigel his own blog. If I did that with any of my characters, I fear I would be spending a lot of time policing what they say/what they do - some of them like to stir up trouble.
Margay