{Blog Tour} Guest Post by the AMAZING Jocelyn Adams

Published June 12, 2013 by LS Murphy

joceadamsExcuse me while I SQUEEEEEEEEEEE! *cough cough* Okay, sorry about that. Had to get it out of my system, you know? And why am I being such a fangirl. Becuase the AMAZING Jocelyn Adams is invading my blog today. I LOVE the Lila Gray series, and was fortunate enough to get a sneak peak of the first book of her Ironhill Jinn series, Stone Chameleon. She has this amazing ability to always make me cry. 
Okay, enough of my rambling. Here’s Jocelyn….

How it feels to complete a series…

Writing a book is like assembling a puzzle, maybe a thousand piece deal with one image to deal with.  You still have to edge it out, pick out the main points, then fill in the rest of the pieces to make the greater picture come to life.  I think that’s why I like writing so much because it puts my brain to the test, to see if I can weave all of the little intricacies of characters, environment and plot together to make something whole and real out of it.

Writing a series, however, is like assembling several puzzles with multiple images from one communal pile of pieces where it’s not always clear what pieces belong to which image.

In book one, the primary conflict and characters need to be introduced, as well as set up for the rest of the series.  Book two needs to remind the reader what happened in the beginning, as well as build up for the final showdown in book three, all while having its own storyline that comes to completion.

Book three is even harder.  There are a ton of loose pieces hanging around from book one and two that need to be placed in the right order and combinations, creating that final assembled group of puzzles.  As someone who doesn’t plot anything, getting that finished RiseoftheMagiproduct at the end of Rise of the Magi was a struggle.  Blood, sweat, tears and a lot of soul went into Lila Gray’s character, friends, her world, even the villains that came and went.

I felt strangely empty after I wrote THE END and sent it off to the publisher.  Spent.  Quiet of the mind.  And a lot sad.  I’d been dragging my feet on that last book for a long time because I didn’t want to say goodbye to that world and its residents, the living houses, the romance that bloomed between several of the characters.

But it was over.  I’d finally assembled the giant puzzle and liked the picture it created.  Since I started writing back in 2009, I hadn’t gone more than a few days without writing something new.  After finishing the trilogy, it was two months before I was able to engage my imagination again.  It was a little scary, I’ll admit.  I worried that inspiration had left me and I was done writing.  That I’d poured all of me into Lila Gray and had nothing left.

A little patience and rest fixed me right up, though, and my writing gear slipped back into overdrive.  I’m so happy about that.  There are so many more worlds I need to create, characters to roam in them, and chaos to inflict on them.

Now I only hope I can wiggle out enough minutes in my life to write them all.  🙂

goodreads-badge-add-plusAbout Rise of the Magi

In a battle of wills, who is strongest? The one who hates or the one who loves?

In a test of faith, who will fight the hardest? The one who has everything to lose or the one who believes only in herself?

For Lila Gray, the answer is both. For the Magi, the questions are pointless since they can’t lose, and they’ve been waiting since before Lila’s birth for this one moment. Lila only needs to find them to understand her entire purpose in life. This time, though, instead of protecting her people, Lila may be leading them all, including her unborn child and the man she loves, to their deaths — and not by accident.

In the ultimate trial of heart and soul, and the conclusion to the Lila Gray series, Lila will learn that the greatest weapon of war is herself, with one ultimate unknown. For which side will she fight?

Excerpt – Chapter 1

I choked on the black fear unfurling in my soul, brought on by what would come, what always assaulted me the moment I slipped into unconsciousness. It was stupid to think I could run from it for a third night, but shreds of hope were all that had kept me sane. Primal, cold and so dark it blotted out my Light.

Sleep, more terrifying than anything I’d faced yet, claimed me again.

Standing on the balcony of the new fae castle, I gazed over winding rows of ancient shifter houses, each quiet and seemingly content in slumber, in a night that wasn’t dark. Dark and light all at once—a perfect balance, as if the world hadn’t yet decided which side would win, until the red clouds rolled and curled across the sky like blood spilled into water. Flames, intelligent and ravenous, spread from the east, ready to consume everything and everyone until nothing but ash remained. Heat licked at my skin, growing hotter. Knowing it was only a dream didn’t keep sweat from pearling along my face and neck or the blue streak of profanity from escaping to color the air. Heart thundering, I gripped the railing while I stared at the coming storm, brain frozen with the puzzle I hadn’t yet solved.

What are you trying to tell me? What am I missing?

From below, shrieks invaded my ears, thundering across the land until they rose into a deafening clatter of sound. The houses came alive with light, moaning as fae spilled into the cobblestone streets and stared skyward before scattering, each filled with agony and despair deep enough there would be no escape from it. Dying. They were dying. My own scream built in my throat, to tell them I would fix it somehow, that I would save them, but it couldn’t find an escape. Nor would my body obey my commands to move, to help them. To do something. Anything.

The scene changed as it always did. I stared down from far above, my limbs turned to torches of white fire. A globe of light around me cast a white wash over the city, over the fae who still ran in every direction.

From me.

I am the storm.

Wings pounding against the wind reached me a moment before a giant snowy owl arrived to hover before me, those golden eyes shining with rage and fear, both inducing immense relief that Liam had come and blinding horror with some distant knowledge that he should have run, too.

My scream pierced the silence as a wail let loose from his beak.

No. No!

“Wake up, Lila. Please, wake up!”

Warmth on my arm jerked me awake.

Damn near hyperventilating, I scrambled out of bed and landed on my hands and knees on the hardwood without a stitch of clothing on, unsure if the room spun or if I was just dizzy. When Liam approached, his eyes haunted and glassy, a chilled realization hit me and stalled my breath until my lungs ached with need. What if the storm hadn’t been a dream?

 About Jocelyn Adams: 

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

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