First you write a book, and then you try to sell it. In the case of ‘Justice 4.1’ I went to the extent of creating a Facebook page for it!
The Problem is, whilst I know what happens on Tsarina, it’s a beggar of a place to get photos from.
And not just photos, we want interest, we want glamour.
And then I came across the two ladies who make up Gentian. So I said to them, “How would you like to play Padro’s on Tsarina.”
Both DD and her sister Jingle are good sports and thought it would be a fun idea. Thus and so they appeared here
Since then people have asked me about them and I thought it was only courteous to give people some idea of what has been going on in their lives.
Personally I’d like to thank them, it’s great when we can work together to try and let people out there know what we’re up to.
So first, Jingle, she’s a musician so try and imagine this bit being sung rather than just reading it.
So Gentian has been a bit busy!!
After our success at Padro’s, we have been interviewed by many Radio Stations and people, We have begun working with 4 other artistes on collaborations, whilst working on a new song ourselves.
We have been trying our hand at co-presenting, something we thoroughly enjoyed, also we have been added to stations and venues across the country and are looking forward to the coming summer as we have festivals and appearances to make.
Our music is travelling fast around the area, sometimes we get our song played and we are talked about without our knowledge, that is one of the best feelings, we are very happy.
We will be realising our New song in the next month or two, then we will be starting on a video to accompany it. That’s a few busy weeks ahead, but we are looking forward to it, and we would like to thank everyone for their support of Gentian.
So really you want to click on this link, listen to the music and read the next bit
This bit’s by DD, but she’s the writer and thinks to tell you that sort of thing. Anyway I’ll stop whittering and pass you over to the lady in question.
Hello everyone, my name’s DeeDee and I’m one half of Gentian, the band mentioned above. I’m also D.D. Chant: I claim to be a writer but the jury is still out on that point! This February I released my 4th novel, Broken Truce, the second book in my Broken City series, to mass hysteria.
Seriously, you should have seen me!!!
Jim has very kindly invited me to be featured on his blog and tell you all about it! (So you can blame him for all that follows!!!)
The Broken City series is set in a future, broken world. The first story (Broken City)
introduces us to Deeta Richards, a young woman born into a dangerous time where civilisation has ground to a halt and society huddles together in small pockets of isolation. Deeta has never seen the City outside her building and she never expects to, a situation she wishes she could rebel against. Her only link to the world outside her sheltered life is Tom, her best friend and one of the few members of the tribe who are allowed to leave the building. Tom has always looked out for her and she trusts him completely, but Tom is hiding a very big secret, one that tears her world apart…
(Please say yes!!!)
Broken Truce picks up a year after the events of the first book and we find that all is not well in Deeta’s world. The truce between the tribes is crumbling, the Lewises are encroaching further in to the City and Deeta is finding it hard to adjust to life within the Andak compound.
Broken Truce is the first sequel I’ve ever written and I have to admit that I was a little nervous. I had lots of worries:
Would I be able to recreate the same ‘feel’ as the first book?
Would Deeta’s narration ‘sound’ the same?
Would the characters be the same, or would I not be able to put them across the way I had in the first book?
On the other hand there were a lot of things I was really looking forward to:
Revisiting Deeta and all the characters in the first book to tell more of their story.
Bringing some of the secondary characters to the forefront of the story.
Introducing new characters.
Weaving new storylines in with the old.
And so I began and (this is going to sound weird!) I immediately heard Deeta’s voice in my head.
I loved every minute of writing Broken Truce. I had a very good idea of how I wanted the story to progress, the new characters I wanted to introduce and their back stories. Yet at the same time I was surprised by some of the twists and turns the story took.
I loved writing about Linus, Max and Neddie. They have a very complex and multi layered relationship and I adored the dynamic friendship and loyalty that is between them. I also love how differently they react to Tom and how Tom handles their reception of him.
I think you get to know Tom a lot better in this book. 90% of Broken City is narrated by Deeta and so you don’t get to see much of Tom in action. I made the decision to have the story follow Tom and Deeta equally in the second book, but Tom’s chapters remain in the third person.
I have several reasons for deciding to write all the chapters that don’t feature Deeta, in the third person. When you read Broken City Deeta talks to you, it’s like reading her diary, being her confidant. You really get to know her, feel her every fear, hope and excitement. I wanted Deeta to be the readers load stone; she hides nothing from the reader and so the reader can rely on her narration as being the truth as she sees it.
I wanted the reader to feel the deepest connection to her, but to read the other characters from a more subjective perspective. I wanted the reader to get to know Tom, Ryder, Jayden, Cayden, Orin and Ricky better, but I wanted them to retain some of their mystery.
Deeta is a very sheltered character in the first book and although she becomes more savvy in the second book she still has the warmth and kindness that separates her from everyone else. Deeta believes in people, she trusts them, wants to help them, wants a happy ending for everyone.
Tom’s a good man, but he’s lived too long in the City to still have that softness. He doesn’t trust easily, he doesn’t believe in people any more and it’s only since he found Deeta that he has a tentative belief in happy endings. I wanted the reader to see the ugliness along with the hope and I wanted them to question his actions and beliefs. Yes, Tom is a good man trying to protect those he loves, but are there some things that shouldn’t be done in any circumstances?
I also had fun with Tom’s brothers, particularly Orin, Jayden and Cayden.
Orin is a difficult character, he’s reasonable but hard to like. To him the most important thing is the Andak tribe’s safety and he is will to go to any lengths to protect that.
The twins Cayden and Jayden are very interesting to write. Jayden, the younger, the ladies man who loves his comfort, has rarely left the walls of Andak city and doesn’t really want to. He has no interest in the politics of his tribe or the tribes out in the City, in fact he would prefer to leave the tribes to themselves and doesn’t like the City. He is a gifted engineer but is constantly eclipsed by older twin, Cayden. He’s fiercely loyal to Cayden and the joke among the brothers is that he will back Cayden up with every ounce of his being even when he doesn’t agree with him.
Cayden is a genius, but he’s also a victim of his own success. The Andak compound cannot function efficiently without him and everyone is afraid of losing his expertise. He’s a glorified prisoner and unlike his twin he hates it. Cayden wants adventure; the world outside the compound intrigues him as strongly as it repels Jayden. He is opinionated and is politically very vocal, though he accepts that Tom and Ryder know more about how the outside world is run than he does. He’s an interesting mix of arrogance and compassion; he wants to do the right thing… he’s just confused as to what the right thing is.
I’m hoping to start book three very soon, I have it all planned out and I’m really looking forward to seeing what Deeta and the gang get up to next. One thing I can be sure of is that they’ll have a lot of surprises for me!
A huge thanks to Jim for letting me take over his blog; I’ve tried not to leave too much mess behind!!!
I’ve added an excerpt just in case you want to use it, I wasn’t sure how much material you wanted! No need to put it up if you think my rambling is the right sort of length. Thanks again!
[Comment from Jim here, the universe has an almost infinite number of electrons, so it isn’t as if I’m short of room on the page, so here’s the excerpt.]
Broken Truce (Broken City, #2)
The keys jangle in the lock and the soldier pulls the door open, his grin displaying gaps where his two front teeth should have been.
“Well come on, stop hiding in the shadows, no need to be scared of me.”
Tom doesn’t answer him but walks past him and in to the room beyond. Presented with Tom’s back the soldier seems to lose what little sense he has, he launches himself at Tom. Tom twists away from him, catching his collar as he passes and ramming him in to the opposite wall.
A dull crack fills the room as the soldier’s head connects with stone work, he collapses, sinking to his knees and groaning. With a sharp expletive, the second soldier comes at Tom slowly, very cautiously.
They circle each other measuringly, looking for weaknesses, for any opening. This soldier is younger than the first, not so beefy, but still strong. He holds back, studying Tom even as Tom studies him.
He’s better trained, Tom realises, not the mindless thug that usually passed for a Lewis soldier. This man had been taught caution, to think three moves ahead of his opponent. This man was dangerous, but he used his brain, so maybe there was a chance that he could be reasoned with.
“We don’t have to do this.” Tom holds his hands up, palms outward. “I’ll go back into my cell and we can forget this happened.”
The soldier smiles menacingly.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you; to get your own way here, just like you do in the City.”
His left hand falls to his waist and he pulls free a six inch long blade. One edge is curved down into a point, the other carved into jagged notches that gleam in the artificial light. Tom’s face loses all expression, his hands curl into fists and he raises them slightly.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“What’s wrong?” spits the soldier tauntingly. “Are you scared?”
Tom’s eyes never waver from the face, filled with fury, before him.
“You fight with fists the worst you’re going to get is some bruises, maybe a few broken bones, but you had to go and pull and knife. One of us is going to end this bleeding.” Tom’s voice drops, his tone blank. “It won’t be me.”
The soldier laughs, an angry, mocking sound.
“Arrogant son of a…”
Before the soldier can say another word, Tom’s fist crashes into his mouth silencing him abruptly. He staggers back, eyes dilated in shock.
“If you want to make it out of this fight alive, I suggest you leave my mother out of this.”
“You crazy bas…”
Tom’s eyes snap coldly.
“I mean it; you’ll leave my mother out of this if you want to continue breathing.”
With a quick thrust, the soldier slashes his knife through the air. Tom jerks back and pivots, catching hold of his knife arm. They sway together dangerously, crashing into chairs and the table.
It isn’t a pretty fight, there’s no time to do anything but react, and more than once Tom finds himself deflecting the blade at the last possible second. They struggle together a little longer, beginning to pant as their exertion slows them down a little.
Tom reflects grimly that if he wasn’t being so careful about hurting the guy, he would have finished him already. He couldn’t cause the brute too much damage, it would only mean more trouble in the long run, more of these pointless, posturing fights.
Tom knew if he gave in to his desire to have it over and done with quickly, it would become a point of honour, and the rest of the soldiers would consider it their duty to grind the prisoner into the ground. That was the last think he needed, he had enough to worry about without taking gladiatorial events in to account.
Ned’s voice interrupted his thoughts, calling out a frantic warning and Tom turned just in time to see the first solder, recovered from his close inspection of the wall, baring down on him with a chair levelled at his head.
Tom has no time to avoid the blow, but raises his arm slightly to deflect it from his head to his right shoulder. The force sends him reeling backward, clutching at his arm. The first soldier stands, the chair now a splintered wreck in his hands, and glares Ned.
“You warned him.” His voice is filled with shock.
Ned’s eyes widened in fear, and his mouth opens and closes a few times without any sound coming out.
“What’s wrong with you, shrimp?” The furious soldier advances on the boy slowly. “Forgotten whose side you’re on, have you?”
Ned backed away nervously, his hands rising in a pleading gesture.
“C-captain Max said…”
“Captain Max said,” mimics the soldier. “Take a look around you, shrimp: Captain Max isn’t here.”
He makes a lunge for the boy, catching him by the collar, but Ned manages to twist away. He skids across the floor to stand beside Tom, his retreat only making the two soldiers angrier. With a deft flick of his wrist, the second soldier throws his knife and Ned closes his eyes, bracing himself for the pain of impact.
The moments pass and the boy prises one eye open.
Tom’s arm is stretched out in front of him, on a level with Ned’s throat. The knife is buried deep in his forearm, blood beginning to ooze from wound to drip on the floor. The room is silent, Ned’s horrified gaze transfers from the gruesome sight of the blade protruding from Tom’s arm, to Tom’s white face and icy expression. He coldly appraises the men before him, and the two soldiers expressions fill with horror and fear.