Hey everyone! I've invited Sonia Poynter over to the blog to share some insight into Amber Meghan Peel, the main character in her upcoming debut novel The Last Stored. Sonia, take it away!
I first want to thank you for allowing me to share on your blog. For those who don’t know it Laura was my editor and she rocked it. I’ve never worked so hard on something, but learned so much. Laura’s keen insight was a goldmine for me. I was truly blessed to work with her!
1. Who are you, and can you tell me a little about yourself? My name is Amber Peel. I’m eighteen and recently graduated from high school. But before all of that, my parents died on an unseasonably warm November night. Now, I work at the Clothing Emporium. I’ve never fit in, I’ve always felt different.
2. What weird or freaky thing happened to you recently? What weird things haven't happened to me lately? But I’ll pick one, this crazy looking bird showed up in my backyard. Its feathers were the colors of the rainbow and its beak pure gold, but that’s not the bizarre part. The bizarre part was the way it sang, not like a bird’s song but actual music. Somehow it showed me things. It showed me a world I’d only dreamed of. It showed me Tali. The bird was called a Wonderlunk.
3. You say you never fit in, can you tell me why? I’m not sure I can put my finger on it. I’ve always felt different, felt I didn’t belong. The kids at school seemed to have friends, but for whatever reason I didn’t. I always thought it was because of my mom and dad. They were odd like me. I suppose that’s because I’m their daughter. My parents would whisper to each other then shut up when I came into the room. When other families were going on vacation to Disney World, my family would hike to Brave Rock Falls and camp for the week. I can’t ever say I had a rotten childhood though, because I loved the forest. I always felt safe there.
4. When and where were you happiest? Oh, that’s an easy question. I love the forest and have always felt at home there, something about it eases me. I took some classmates there once, but they couldn’t be still and just listen. They spent more time on their cell phones than they enjoyed its beauty. Just looking up into the leaf canopy, and taking in the fresh air lifts my spirit.
5. Do you think you will ever find love? Maybe, my father always said, “you should never look for love, but it will find you. Love is like a hunter, one day you’ll feel it’s arrow through your heart. You won’t be expecting it, but you will feel it down to your marrow.” He always said funny things like that. Now that my dad is gone. I think often of his words.
6. What is your earliest childhood memory? The forest. I was just a child, but I remember my dad racing through the woods with me in his arms. For the longest time I thought it was just a dream, but now I think it was real. Something chased us, black and greasy. It smelled of rotten meat. I cried almost as loud as the creature’s dreadful screams. Who knows, maybe it was just a dream, my dad said it was, but I swear I saw him shudder when he said it.
The Last Stored by Sonia Poynter
Surge Anaiah Press
After the sudden death of her parents, making it through the day is a struggle for Amber Megan Peel. In the midst of her grief, an exquisite bird perches on her garden fence and shows her visions of a vivid landscape and a dark lord slouching upon a throne. She thinks the visions are tied to her sorrow. But when a boy flies through her kitchen window to tell her she’s the Last Stored, she wonders if she’s just lost her mind.
Cree of Din is tasked with one job: Bring Amber home. For seven years, Cree has trained as her protector and it is the ultimate responsibility. Failure means Amber’s certain death, and that’s not an option for Cree – especially since he’s falling in love with her.
The Returning has begun. Now all Amber and Cree have to do is enter Tali, a world of unimaginable splendor and equally unimaginable horror, and defeat Lorthis. If they can’t, not only will Tali plunge into darkness, but so will Earth.
Release DateJanuary 6, 2015
Anaiah Press: www.anaiahpress.com
Cree climbs onto the railing and extends his hand to me. “Your choice, Amber, you can come or you can stay!” he yells over the roar of the water.
“This is nuts. You expect me to jump?”
“Nuts? No, merely the door.” He beams with anticipation. He seems fine. In fact, his eyes sparkle with the moon’s glow.
My heart skips. My choice. I had another choice. I grasp his hand and crawl onto the railing. My feet slip, and I waver. Cree steadies me with his hand. The water falls in torrents in front of me. Am I really about to do this?
“You can’t go back once you enter. Are you ready? You can do this.”
He looks into the raging waters, then back at me. His cloak swirls around him like Superman’s cape.
“Yes, I can do this!” My heartbeat bangs in my throat. I’m about to jump off of Lovers Leap with a boy I don’t know, along with two little old men who have vanished below my feet. This is crazy, but I’m supposed to do it. Part of me knew it every time my mother and father looked over this very railing. I’m at the door.
Cree squeezes my hand, nods, and we jump. He howls. The feeling of dropping over a roller coaster comes on fast. The water rushes by, cold and wet. I fall.
My chest tightens like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me. I choke and cough, spitting out water. I see darkness, and I feel Cree’s hand holding mine.
Then, a bright light shimmers and glows at my feet, reflecting upward. The sound of the water fades. My lungs fill with sweet air. The light expands, covering me. Wind swirls and holds me up. I no longer fall, but glide upward. A light from above warms my face, and the aroma of fragrant honey hangs on the air. We twist and turn, Cree’s cloak coils around him, my own clothing flapping in the wind.
I giggle loudly and squeal like a child.
Cree crinkles his face and laughs along. The wind continues pushing us through a tunnel. I lift my free hand and try to feel the mist forming around us; it scatters with my touch, only to form again when I retreat. We have increased our speed. Far above me, Dartlin and Fink’s feet come into focus, and they’re whooping with joy.
Then we stop.
We stand in a brick wading pool a few inches deep. Stone replaces the air, which moments before surrounded me. I take in a deep, fragrant breath.
Cree continues to hold my hand. He looks at our fingers still entwined and laughs. “You can let go.”
Sonia Poynter grew up traipsing through the thick woods of Kentucky. The magic of the forest made her want to write. Currently, she lives in the sleepy community of Pittsboro, Indiana, with the love of her life and God has blessed them both with three amazing kids.
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