Black DawnMallory McCartney
Publication Date: February 14, 2017
Genre: YA Fantasy
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SynopsisThe end of an Empire, the rise of a Queen.Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and upon Emory's arrival she will discover she is the long-lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.With both men being darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans, love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.Some things are better left in the shadows.
Sweat rolled thickly down his neck, making his getup suffocating. The night was bleak and all-consuming as Brokk Foster looked to where he knew his best friend and Commander was hidden. Weeks of tactical planning and training had brought the soldiers of Black Dawn to this moment. The slight tremor in his hands was the only sign of how he was feeling. Brokk pressed himself closer to the mossy ground, breathing in the sweet smell of dewy grass. A snap of twigs and the group went rigid, frozen in the shadows. Laughter filled the forest air as four men with blood-red sashes of the guards draped brazenly across their chests walked into view a few hundred yards away. They quipped at each other, totally relaxed, their voices sounding like a constant buzz to Brokk. His blood thrummed in his ears as his heart pounded wildly. The seconds felt like centuries until finally, he saw a flash of silver and a smooth voice filled his mind, “Now.”
Brokk didn’t need to be told twice. Springing from the ground like a demon from the darkness, he pulled his curved twin blades out in seconds as he cut the men off. The group stopped, looking pale in the moonlight and extremely exposed.
“Evening, boys,” Brokk said in a taunting voice. “Sorry to interrupt your rounds, but I dare say you’re a little close for comfort to our home. Convenient for us, though,” he added, twirling the hilts in his hands. “We wanted you exactly here.”
Their leader took a daring step toward him. His mistake. Brokk yelled into the darkness, “Memphis, keep him alive!”
In a flurry of movement, his friends dropped from the surrounding trees, all dressed in the same camouflage, their weapons at the ready. A mad cackle broke the guard’s momentary trance, and they tried to run. Chaos ensued.
Brokk threw his blades at the nearest tree—a satisfying thud sounded as they found their mark. He ran, eyes fixated on the two guards that had broken away from the fight ahead of him. It was laughable really, just how much they thought they had a chance of escaping. They had no idea who they were up against.
The familiar popping and breaking of bones shivered through his body when animal instinct took over as the wolf inside him did. The ground shook from his colossal paws, golden fur rippling like a beacon in the night. His growl rumbled like thunder, and for a split second, he forgot who he was. All that mattered was that he took his targets down. The guard’s deaths were much swifter than they deserved.
Brokk shifted back, trying to calm the elation of how good that had felt. Memphis snapped him out of his glorified moment. “Brokk! Come here.”
The last guard was openly crying, now forced to his knees, hands shaking behind his head. Brokk almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Up close he was much younger than Brokk thought, fear replacing the guard’s bravery now. Memphis’s icy blue eyes cut into his, and he didn’t have to say anything for Brokk to understand. Telekinetic or not, his friend wore his heart on his sleeve. They were all on edge and who could blame them? Six years of hiding. Six years of losing this war. Brokk swallowed back his thoughts, wearing his mask of oozing confidence and anger.
“W-who are you?” The guard’s voice squeaked out several octaves higher than it should have.
Nyx kicked him in the gut, making him wheeze in pain and gasp for air. Memphis crouched down in front of him, his long blond hair tied back, revealing his severe features. They all bore scars, some more visible than others.
Mallory McCartney currently lives in London, Ontario with her husband and their two dachshunds Link and Lola. Black Dawn is her debut novel, the first in a series. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found dog grooming, book shopping and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.
How much influence did each character’s personality play in deciding which ability they should have?
Thanks for having me!! I love this question!!! So, when deciding abilities, I absolutely brought each of the character’s personality into my decisions. Nyx and Memphis for example. Both are strong, but also manipulative. Having the ability to hear other people’s thoughts, and to communicate that way is both a gift and a curse for them. Each character strengths and weaknesses are in a subtle way reflected in their ability.
How did you come up with such unique names for your characters?
Since Black Dawn has been released, I have been asked this one a lot during my signings and talks 😃 So, it’s funny to me, because sometimes I feel like the names were pre-chosen in my mind for the story. Emory Fae and Brokk Foster, their names since the original manuscript have been blazed into my mind, they were always just there. When I visited the story again when I was twenty-one, I remember writing Memphis’s chapter, and his character and name kind of just came to me. Azarius, my husband created his name for me on his own. The rest of my main characters, I pull all my names from Irish influences, to tie in with the mythology I have used for the books, and I am part Irish myself, (yay McMullens!) so it’s a lot of cool roots for me to tie in.
Which character do you relate to the most, and why?
This is a tough one! I would have to say both Emory and Nyx. My strengths and weaknesses as a person I can see reflected in these two characters. I am stubborn, and always want to do the best for my family, and for the people I love. But at the same time, hurt the people I love, and I can be fierce 😉 Especially with both of their storylines, these two go through a lot of trials that shape them as people, and especially Emory, as her memories come back to her more in book two, she chooses her alliances and follows her heart, and stays true to herself. It’s a moral I stand by as a person, staying true to yourself, no matter what.
Which character was the most difficult to write about, and why?
One hundred percent, Adair Stratton. It may be known to my readers that I LOVE villains and so naturally, I love my villain. Adair is the hardest for me to write, to the point where I take breaks from doing his chapters sometimes. I am writing the prequel, Renegade right now, which is the story of what happened to Adair and why he turned into the villain. A lot of the issues addressed are, abuse, bullying and dealing with mental illness, tied into a fantasy world.
Adair has always been set out from his classmates for having a darker ability, has been dealing with personal and family issues that he doesn’t tell anyone about, and in the prequel, we watch Adair go from grasping at a semi normal life, to being isolated, by his friends, by the Academy, and finally divided from his family, until it’s too late and he gets into a scenario where it is very much being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
It’s emotional addressing these elements with his character, but stays true to his story, which we will see more about as the series progresses.
How many of your characters where were based off people in your real life?
As a writer, I have thought about this question a lot. None of my characters are one hundred percent based off real people in my life. But elements of the characters, and things they feel, some parts I have pulled from situations I have gone through in my life. Example, Emory’s final ship, (who is to remain a teasing surprise!) her relationship with him, I am pulling elements from my husband’s and I own story, from how they will banter, and how their friendship will grow into something more. So, for me I see writing sometimes as a catalog of my emotions from my entire life, past and present, poured into my characters. That’s how I think a book feels more relatable and real to the readers.
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