Hello...from my mind to yours.
The first novel to arrive into your hands will be "Pater Nostras, Canis Dirus" loosely translated (Our Father, of The Dire Wolf)
It's all to do with Werewolves...not your a-typical ones however...I thought to do what no one had before, define the beasts in such a way that you and I could relate...could romance along side all of the wonderful beings crossing your path, page for page, word for word.
I wanted you to lose your breath as you ran along side theses magnificent beasts...
There has been so many stories told...all of which I adored as a fascinated young girl, which, by the by, I am not far from. Like a great wine, I age ever so fine.
Yes, I did just say that. lol
So I'd like to share with you my thoughts on the novel, and some of the subtext for you who will seek that particular path...
Pennington Hastings, or 'Ethan' as the Sawyer in the book refers to him as, is a bi-product of one man: Declan McDaniels, you can read about him in another upcoming book "Prevenient Grace". Ansten McEwan would be his other half....So enticing was Declan that I divided him into two parts...
Pennington is dark, both emotionally and religiously...yet he finds this breath of light within her...his greatest love...
His Satanic ways though dark, though deadly, are at the least honest and forthright.
The Pagan aspect in this novel is as close to what I'd reveal as possible. I think that one has to tread lightly, not desiring non-degreed younger Pagans to seek the "fast track" as it were. It is in the subtext however, as was taught to me so very many years ago, in Europe. If you are one such individual, than have at it. That type of curiosity deserves the knowledge - but reader beware, these are high ceremonies. None should be trifled with.
As for Penningtons dark sexual appetite...it amazes me still that a man could structure his needs, his desires in such a decadent manner...yet I enjoyed, thoroughly, writing it. The cadence provided me, as I hope it will you, many sleepless nights...
One last word on Pennington: the question that is continually asked of me is how could he live this way?
The simple answer is that this was his way of coping with a very difficult woman. The more complex and accurate answer is that Pennington remained deeply entrenched in his dark beliefs...
In the sequel that follows "Cross Dominance" you, the reader will really begin to understand his personality in depth...
Ansten McEwan. Ah so beautiful to be such a tortured soul...what a unique pleasure to place pen to paper and speak of him...
For this I pictured a brutal, handsome Scotsman...didn't you?
As to why I relieved you of so much description in the book...I felt, I still feel that a reader deserves credit for seeing with intelligence, with imagination.
Why then should I be the one to road block your vision of the picture that I am painting for you? Is it not your own reality that does so shape your reading of the tell?
Do we not all bear witness to the same event yet recount each version selectively?
So it was in that manner in which I wove this tell for you...
Let yourself go and fall into the pages...
And now for the question of the name of Sawyer...
Ah, what can I say? Am I like her? Am I merely apart of her?
I don't have a real answer for you. She is fictitious, in truth, yet I am the one who's breath brought her to life.
Creator, creation. Are they one in the same?
Who can say?
As I read, re read, edit, etc. I, simply put, feel at home.
In the book she is outrageous, yet it is understandable, given her life path thus far.
I implore you to allow her some latitude in this!
How are we to know how any individual will react after having changed so irrevocably?
well, I've taken up a considerable amount of your time...
I will return as more comes to mind...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
