In the mood for a little quiz?
Pick your favorite characters from each pair:
1.
Claire
or Brianna (Outlander)
2.
Hermione
or Ginny (Harry Potter)
3.
Gale or
Peeta (Hunger Games)
4.
Edward
or Jacob (Twilight)
These are trick questions. I like all eight, and there are no
right or wrong answers. They are all beloved characters from mega best-sellers.
Claire and Brianna are mother and daughter. Both are fierce and make hard
choices to live on their own terms. Hermione and Ginny are powerful witches. Without
them, Harry would not have survived many of his challenges. Gale and Peeta both
care for Katniss but in different ways. Edward and Jacob—well, who can choose
between sparkles and fur?
As readers, I believe we identify with protagonists who embody the
qualities we aspire to for ourselves, or who represent our highest and best
selves. When they triumph, so do we. When they transform through their
struggles, we believe we can do the same.
For me as an author, the best part of writing is creating characters,
especially the ones I never planned or expected, who show up on the page
seemingly from nowhere. They march in completely formed without conscious
effort on my part. Meeting them is magical.
I had a great time with several of these when writing Siren
Descending. The story is a contemporary retelling of Orpheus from Greek
mythology. Athenia, a sea witch, must travel to Hades to rescue her lover,
using only her song and her wits to try to succeed where Orpheus failed. Along
the way, she encounters demons (bad and good), shades, goddesses, satyrs, and a
harpy.
Today we refer to a foul-tempered woman as a harpy. The term comes from
Greek mythology. Harpies were a combination of bird and woman. Sometimes they
were beautiful, sometimes disgusting monsters.
The harpy in this story is a woman with wings. She has claws and talons
instead of fingernails and toenails. Her voice is a screech that grates the
nerves. The worst thing about her is she stinks. She does not just smell bad.
She reeks. The miasma precedes her before anyone sees or hears her coming. It is so horrible, the other creatures in
hell will not sit near her.
However, she plays a crucial role in Athenia’s development as a person
who learns power is not the answer. As Athenia develops compassion for a
creature despised even by the denizens of the underworld, she evolves into the
person she needs to be to save her soulmate and her own soul.
Here is an excerpt from Siren Descending which includes the
harpy:
When Gelion
appeared, Athenia didn’t stand or try to defy him. Utterly defeated, she sat
staring dully at the ground with bowed head. “Go ahead and take my soul. This
is the fate I deserve.”
Gelion took her
hands and eased her to her feet. “Don’t look so dejected, my dear. Hell won’t
be as bad as you think.”
Forcing words
through her aching throat, she asked, “Will you let Thorne go? That will make
this whole debacle bearable for me. I would…” Sagging, she wrapped her arms
around her middle. After a second, though, she stood tall. “I would cooperate.
Otherwise, I’ll resist every single thing you ask me to do with every fiber of
my being.”
“Hmm…it would
be much easier for me if you’d go along willingly with what I ask. Also, I like
you better proud and feisty, but you’re too intelligent. Without Thorne to keep
you here, I’m afraid you’ll figure out a way to escape.”
Though weary,
she forced her expression into a fierce frown. “I promise I won’t try to leave
if you let him go. If you don’t, I’ll spend every second plotting a breakout.”
Gelion pursed
his lips. “I’ll think about your request. In the meantime, sing me the same
siren song you gifted me before. I loved that sound. So did all the denizens of
my kingdom. Such a peaceful day. No revolts or assaults. Almost Heaven.” He
smirked.
Smart ass. “All
right.” Imbuing her melody with every ounce of enchantment she possessed, she
sang. A moving enough aria might convince
him to let Thorne go.
With arms
folded, Gelion leaned against a rock. As before, many of Hell’s creatures
ventured out as she sang.
On his short
bulldog legs Cerberus padded from a cave.
Her pulse
flaring, Athenia eyed him until he whined and lay down.
Demons, which
looked almost human until she noticed their clawed feet, slunk from behind
rocks and sat in front of her, forming a bizarre but attentive audience.
Shades gathered
at the back of the crowd, the spirits of the dead so transparent they were
little more than outlines. She craned her neck, trying to find Thorne, but
didn’t see him.
From above,
Satyrs on their nimble cloven hooves picked their way down toward her. Short
horns poked from thick, shoulder-length hair. Their upper bodies, male and of
human form, were muscled and taut. If not for their goat-like lower halves,
they might be romance novel cover models.
Preceded by a
foul odor, the harpy flew to the clearing and landed. Every being there moved
as far away as possible. Some gagged.
The hybrid
didn’t appear to notice.
I’ll bet
it does care though. And I should think of the creature as “she” not “it”.
Obviously, she’s female. Clearly, she feels emotions, too. Athenia’s heart melted a little. The poor thing can’t help the way she is. I
know what being an outcast is like.
She infused a
little extra tolerance and love into her voice. Some smiled and made room for
the bird woman among them. At least, I
helped her a little. With a feedback loop, she tried to make the goodwill
permanent. I can’t predict how long the
effect will last, but a little time is better than nothing.
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Siren Descending is Book 2 in the Sirens Series. It can be read as a standalone, but some readers prefer reading the books in order. If you would like a free digital copy of The Sea Witch and the Mage, Sirens Series Book 1, email me, and mention this blog. I will send you a secure code from book funnel! My email address is: katherinesmits@gmail.com