Modern Music in an Epic Fantasy
From Fantasy Author Sandy Lender
Thank you for letting me “talk” about
music on the blog today! This topic came to me because an editor asked me what writer or character[s], from
either books or movies, has had a major impact on my writing. While I mentioned
some of the authors—like Charlotte Bronte—who have influenced my writing, I’d
be remiss if I didn’t dive into what a huge impact music and music theory has
on my writing.
A couple reviewers have pointed out I
sometimes have a lyrical or sing-song style to my writing in the Choices
series and I consider that high praise. I love to use parallel structures,
repetitive words, and even flat-out rhymes in a paragraph to give the narrative
a lilt or a cadence as you read it. Make it flow.
I’ve played around with poetry over
the years and managed to win a “best collection” trophy I can display for
motivation with my first poetry chapbook released in 2020. That sense of iambic
pentameter and sensing where stresses should hit pleases me—sometimes. Other
times, I throw all the rules out the window.
Music inspires me while I’m writing,
as well. Even when I’m writing scenes in the epic fantasy world of Onweald, I
have modern-day music playing. I have a playlist for the world of Onweald, a
playlist for the upcoming Choices sequels, a playlist for Nigel &
Chariss, and so on.
Many of my characters have theme songs. If I
need to type out a scene with Henry Bakerson in a hurry, you can bet I’ll play
Sting’s Saint Augustine in Hell and the instrumental I Miss You Kate
as I get started. I used to play the violin and the flute, so music is another
language I’ve forgotten how to read correctly on the page, but still appreciate
and incorporate in my writing.
Choices Meant For Gods
The Choices Trilogy Book 1
Not even the gods noticed when Amanda Chariss
was born with the mark of The Protector. Now she and her wizard guardian hide
from a mad sorcerer in a household full of false hope and whispered secrets.
The same god who watches over the family school sheltering Chariss will soon
reveal her role in an impending war.
When a wizard’s ward 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 they uncover? 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
from Choices Made For Gods
The dragon on the balcony scene, from chapter 16
Now she
sensed someone approach. All her muscles tensed as she watched through the
strip of space between the curtain and doorframe. And when a small dragon
landed with a click-click of its claws on the stone balcony rail, she put her
hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud.
It’s a baby dragon!
The
thing couldn’t have been four feet tall, sitting there fussing with its
oversized wings. It seemed to have difficulty getting the webbing to fold
nicely against its sides. In fact, it seemed to have so much difficulty that it
lost its balance and nearly fell backward. She could imagine it cursing if it
had a voice, by its agitated hop-and-bounce to the balcony floor, which proved
more stable.
She
watched all of this with fascination, not afraid, but surprised. Dragons are
extinct, how is this real? The last sighting was, by the gods, five hundred
winters ago.
Its
feet reminded her of any reptile, only this creature’s small claws would some
day be brutal scythes. The dark scales on the feet blended into rich blue and
purple hues with black overtones as she followed their pattern up the muscled
legs to the creature’s belly.
This
was obviously the part of the body slayers had targeted for centuries. Her own
fingernails could pierce this supple-looking skin. Hopefully the skin would
toughen with age and darken to match the rest of its body. For now, the tan
underbelly would certainly stand out against a night sky, even if the
glistening young scales didn’t.
As
the creature continued to fuss with its wings, Chariss watched it tuck its
elongated face around to scratch its back. It was hard to believe the scales
would have nerve endings to feel an itch, much less the scratching meant to
relieve the annoyance. It leaned on its right front leg for support as it
rubbed its chin against the left wing. And when all the motion, combined with
not-properly-folded wings, knocked it off balance, she giggled.
The
creature would definitely curse if it had a voice. It was scrambling to regain
its footing and lift off from the narrow balcony. Unfortunately, it would have
to coordinate itself to hop to the railing before its wingspan would allow it
to take flight. Chariss took advantage of its frantic attempts at escape to
capture it from behind.
“Hrazon
will have my head for this,” she muttered, but stepped onto the stone balcony
and scooped up the mass of flailing reptile. It flailed all the more, its weak
tail wrapping and slapping the backs of her legs, and emitted a strangled
barking sound.
“Hey,
be quiet!” she admonished, rearranging her arms to hold its forelegs down
against its body. “You’re going to tear a wing if you don’t settle down. And
stop making that noise!”
Choices Meant For Kings
The Choices Trilogy Book 2
There’s no doubt: Amanda Chariss is in danger. Her geasa is hampered by the effects of a doomed wedding. The dashing Nigel Taiman hides something from her, yet demands she stay at his family’s estate where he and her wizard guardian intend to keep her safe. But the sorcerer Lord Drake and Julette The Betrayer know she’s there, and their monstrous army marches that way.
When prophecies stack up to threaten an
arrogant deity, Chariss must choose between the dragon that courts her and the
ostracized kings of the Southlands for help. Evil stalks her at every turn and
madness creeps over the goddess who guides her. Can an orphan-turned-Protector
resist the dark side of her heritage? Or will she sacrifice all to keep her
god-charge safe?
Choices Meant For Kings is Book Two in the
Choices Trilogy!
Excerpt
Action scene from chapter 34 of Choices Meant for Kings
In
the chamber far above, Nigel stopped his pacing and glared down at this scene.
He didn’t need a full grasp of what the geasa could or couldn’t do; he didn’t
need a full understanding of his or his mother’s power. He felt immense energy
radiating off the man standing before his bride. With a growl, he stepped back
into the room and ripped his shirt from his body. Enough with waiting on the
blasted dragon.
He would force the change.
On the field of battle below, the
man of power droned, “Amanda Chariss Derdriu. Jamieson Drake requests an
audience with you.”
Chariss frowned. The battle still raged
outside this circle of uneasy calm, yet she could hear his words clearly. Did
he speak in her mind?
Great, she thought. How many voices am I going to carry around
in here?
“Julette?” she asked aloud, as if
truly questioning the man.
It wasn’t the response he expected.
“I beg your pardon?”
His voice was laced with the same
arrogance and pride Julette’s had been, but it resonated with a firmer grasp on
lucidity. This man wasn’t just powerful and aggressive; he was sane.
Not a good combination.
She wondered where Julette had
picked him up. He didn’t look like someone from Arcana or its nearby villages.
His eyes were too pale, his skin too light; his scent was too sickeningly sweet
like burnt honey and ginger. She wondered if his long pale hair, now mashed in
wet chunks against his scalp, ever got in his eyes and distracted him from his
spell-weaving.
“You sound like Julette,” she said.
“When she made her pathetic attempt to grab me in Arcana City earlier this
summer, she greeted me the same way you just did.”
He watched her a moment, his pale
eyes taking her in, letting her catch her breath because he had no fear of her
at full strength. Then he let his lips play into a vicious smile. “How quaint.
And to answer the question you were so impolite to think, Julette ‘picked me
up’ in Lorendell. You’ve heard that there are many sorcerers there, have you
not?”
“I’ve heard. But I’ve never been
there myself.”
“Pity. You’ll never get to go. I
don’t think she plans to take you anywhere but the dark spirit world where she
plans to let you writhe in a slow, painful, agonizing death in the flames of—”
It surprised him that she rolled
her eyes as if bored with his threat. It surprised him more when she reached up
to take a barrette out of her soaked hair as if completely disinterested with
the list of adjectives he used to describe her demise. And then he found a
shiny blade darting toward him.
He’d not even seen her hand move.
He had no idea she possessed the thing. The sword was what he’d been watching.
The sword was what he expected her to swing at him. By the gods, the wench had
just flung a tiny dagger into his eye. With amazing accuracy. Its blade sliced
through the meat of his eyeball, digging quickly and cleanly through the iris,
embedding itself in a bolt of pain and cold, then hot liquid running out his
eye socket.
He roared, but she was already upon
him, the scent of wet lavender engulfing him. There was the move he had
expected. The sword coming across at the downward angle, sloping where he could
counter it. He reached out to grab her by the hair, but the long auburn tresses
were so drenched with rain that they clung to her body, and he couldn’t get
hold of them. His vision seemed to stutter. He could only see out of one eye
now, and that made defending oneself more difficult.
Well, it would only be difficult if
one didn’t have the gift of sorcery to be one’s eyes.
He blocked his mind to the pain and
focused on blocking the blows with which she assaulted him. Yes, Julette had
prepared him well for this part of the confrontation. The girl was skilled with
the blade. The heavy skirts clinging to her legs like drowning sacks of
boulders did nothing to slow her.
With a grimace of disgust, he
realized she couldn’t be bested without putting some sort of spell on either
her mind or her arm. So, he selected one. One that would burn, just to
retaliate for the eye he’d have to mend.
Winters of training with the
world’s greatest wizard leave a geasa’n with the ability to sense spells before
they hit. Chariss ducked.
She understood sorcerers’ power
more than this man knew. He bellowed with anger when his spell shot past her as
if it were a beam of light, traveling in a straight line, unable to bend, but
radiating out the further it moved from its source. Thus, when it hit the
Dreorfahn soldiers behind her, it hit three of them.
The three felt their limbs become
heavy and sluggish, felt their bodies become like the anchors used on the ships
in Arcana’s harbor. Then their bodies started to burn…from the inside out.
Their screaming and dropping to
writhe alarmed Chariss, but she was focused on the sword fight before her. “Oh,
that wasn’t very nice,” she cooed as she brought Lyric up to deflect the next
spell he flung at her.
The nature of her response, the
taunting tone in her sing-song voice belied a confidence she didn’t feel. All
this being had to do was slip one spell past her defense moves and she’d be
caught. Oh, why can’t Mahsilette be in
this fight? And where is Malachi?
“Afraid, little one?” the man
asked, mock sincerity dripping from his voice. “No one’s coming to your rescue.
Surrender now and I’ll let you stay conscious while we take you to Drake.”
Chariss certainly didn’t like the
sneer he sported. It gave the distinct impression that she’d be better off
unconscious on such a journey, without a sorcerer’s spells torturing her flesh
every step of the way.
I’ve got
to kill this man.
He heard her thought, threw back
his head and roared with laughter.
Good
distraction.
To the horror of every Arcanan
soldier who watched, Chariss threw her arms around the neck of the enemy and
plunged them both over the cliff at their side.
About the Author
Sandy
Lender is a construction magazine editor by day and author of #GirlPower
fantasy novels by night, living in Florida to help with sea turtle conservation
and parrot rescue.
You can follow her author page on
Amazon, check her website at SandyLenderInk.com, or
subscribe to her newsletter at https://bit.ly/SSReNews.
With a four-year degree in English and
thirty-year career in publishing, Sandy’s successes include traditionally and
self-published novels, hundreds of magazine articles, multiple short stories in
competitive anthologies, a handful of technical writing awards, and a handful
of creative writing awards and nominations. Sandy’s been writing stories since
she was knee-high to a grasshopper when her great-grandmother shared her odd
little tales of squeaky ghost-spiders around an apartment complex in Southern
Illinois. The stories have developed to include strong young ladies working
with dragons to save worlds from terrible fates, but those pesky spiders still
show up from time to time.
There’s always
something brewing at Sandy Lender Ink headquarters where some days, you just
want the dragon to win.
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Sounds like a really good series. Thanks for sharing.
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