Sunday, August 13, 2017

Exiles: Exclusive Excerpt

Ok, so it may or may not be an exclusive excerpt, but I love alliteration. How can you blame me? 

Keep reading, though. This is not a post you'll want to miss.



My friend Jaye L. Knight just released her newest novel! And it all happened on my birthday -- August 11th! How convenient, wouldn't you think? *winks* Exiles is the fourth book in the Christian fantasy series, Ilyon Chronicles, which is basically one of the best fantasy series EVER. I highly recommend to one and all. Read this series. You will not regret it.

Also: LINK TO GIVEAWAY BELOW!


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Cover. *drools* Each time Jaye releases the cover art for the next Ilyon book... wow. They just keep getting better. I can't wait to get my hands on this amazing novel.


About the Book
Exiled after their defeat in Samara, the Resistance struggles to find allies in their quest to restore King Balen to his throne and put an end to the emperor’s tyranny. When the crete people refuse to lend their aid, Balen leads a group to Dorland to reason with them and win their support. However, enemies prove to be everywhere, and they find themselves in a fight to keep Dorland from becoming Daican’s latest conquest.

Back in Landale, the arrival of a new enemy forces Trask and Anne to tread more carefully than ever. Tensions are rising, and the enemy is determined to test Anne’s loyalty and root out the location of Trask and the Resistance once and for all.


Feeling trapped within the walls of ValcrĂ©, Prince Daniel must contend with an ever-eroding relationship with his father. As their clashes escalate, the situation becomes potentially life threatening when his loyalty is called into question. His sister seems bent on branding him a traitor and actively seeking to condemn him to the fate of those put to death in their father’s new arena. Daniel is certain his father would never execute his only son and heir, but with other forces at work, it might not be that simple.


One small misstep could prove fatal for all.



Available now on Amazon!

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If you happen to be one of those people who have never heard of the Ilyon Chronicles, well, it's your lucky day! Jaye is holding a sale on the first three books on Kindle! The sale lasts until the 14th (tomorrow) so head over to Amazon and get your copies now! 


Well, there you are, folks! *waves goodbye*

*crickets*

Did I forget something?

Oh, right! You all came here for an excerpt. *grins* Ta-da!

Le excerpt:

Leetra crossed her arms and surveyed the gathering. She used to enjoy these parties . . . years ago. As a child, she’d raced around with Talas and their other family and friends getting into all sorts of mischief. Something about the nighttime air, bonfire, and music always put them in a rowdy mood. A smile tugged at her lips when she spotted a couple of her siblings dashing past just as she had once done. One of her little sisters let out a squeal, and she laughed.

But it caught in her throat when she spotted Timothy nearby. She narrowed her eyes. Two young crete women stood talking to him. One, a girl even more petite than Leetra, with the largest and most brilliant green eyes she had ever seen, giggled and gazed at Timothy adoringly. He smiled kindly at them but didn’t appear entirely comfortable. Leetra rolled her eyes with a huff and determined to ignore them, setting her attention on the nearby dancers. Five seconds later, her gaze shifted back to the trio.

She wasn’t jealous. No. Those girls just didn’t know half the man Timothy was. But who cared? She didn’t . . . she really didn’t. She stiffened, her blood zinging through her veins. What if he was doing this purposely to make her jealous? Yet, the thought died instantly, along with her ire. Timothy wouldn’t do that. Falcor might have, but Timothy? Never.

The musicians started a new song. One of her favorites, actually, before memories of Falcor had tainted it. She scowled. She’d sworn never to dance to it again . . . but . . .

She grumbled to herself. Fine. She would save Timothy from an uncomfortable situation and that was it. It wouldn’t mean anything. After this, he was on his own. If he didn’t avoid the girls, that was his problem.

About the Author
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Jaye L. Knight is an award-winning author, homeschool graduate, and shameless tea addict with a passion for Christian fantasy. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God’s love shines as a light to offer hope. She has been penning stories since the age of eight and resides in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

You can connect with Jaye on her websiteblogFacebookTwitter, and Etsy.



Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Snow White Snippets

Let me tell you, honestly. My Little Writer is not happy with me. Not in the least. This summer has NOT gone the way it was supposed to. 

First off, I was supposed to be continuing edits on Secret of the Hazel Tree. And let me see... haven't touched it all summer. 

I was also supposed to be finishing up the rough draft for Spindle Dreams. Uhh... well, I opened up the doc a few times in the last couple of months.

And, I was planning on finishing the first draft of the second Dragon Tamer book by Christmas. Hmmm... oh! I did work on that one a little bit at the beginning of the summer.

What was NOT on the agenda was a Snow White retelling. 

Well, yes. You see this happened...



And then this happened... 



And then it was all downhill from there.

And so, while my Little Writer is fuming at me, I'm going to take this opportunity to share a few snippets. I may do an informational post about the story sometime soon (maybe a character post as well), but for now - here's snippets from Snow and Copper (title change very probable, since I don't have anything about snow in the actual story).

Ahem, anyway.


~*~*~*~

Gwen Weiss was the only child at Lohr Manor to grow up never having worked in the copper mines. It wasn’t that she couldn’t work; she was just the daughter of the late Lord Weiss, and such a privilege tended to hinder the need to work. No one would allow her to step into the mines anyway, much to her chagrin. Having the heir to the largest estate in Ebbenhout killed in a cave-in or other mining disaster was not a risk anyone wanted to take. 



Gwen, however, liked to keep busy. By seventeen, she’d already read all of the interesting books in her father’s old library, learned how to bake seven different kinds of cake, knitted thirty-nine and a half scarves, and basically run out of new things to do at home. So that’s why she was currently chasing little Adva out of the road. 


~*~*~*~

Isaak and Katrin hurried away, leaving Gwen alone with a spoon, a boiling pot of potato stew, and two shouting children. Thankfully, Rochen and Adva were content to resume their chase around the maze of tables and chairs. The problems of grownups were hardly worth fussing over at their age, but Gwen couldn’t hold down the irritation rising in her heart. With one last glance to ascertain Rochen and Adva were fine, she stomped back to the kitchen and plunged the spoon into the heart of the stew. The mines technically were hers. It wasn’t fair that she was the only person on the entire manor not to have even seen them. 


She sloshed the spoon violently around in the pot, sending splashes of stew into the fire below with each turn. Turning eighteen would do a lot more for her than simply getting her inheritance. She was going to enjoy her new title and the new power it came with as much as she could. 


“One more month,” she muttered to herself. “And then they can’t deny me anymore.” 

~*~*~*~

Gwen woke the next morning to the unpleasing sound of rain beating against the window. Isaak had been right. She scowled. 

Of course, he’s always right. 


~*~*~*~

Gwen leaned back in her chair, wondering what to do next. That was the problem with being rich; there were often too many things to do and look at in one’s house that it became very boring very quickly. Guess it’s back to the library, then.

~*~*~*~

A soft laugh came from the closet. “Then it is Gwen. Do come in, and let me see you.”

Gwen reached for the closet door and slowly swung it open. She wasn’t sure exactly what to expect and, truthfully, what she saw was the last thing she had ever dreamed to expect.

The closet was empty save for a large mirror standing upright against the far wall. It was taller than Gwen and looked old - very old. Thick, gold trim encased the edges and delicate designs had been carved into the metal, making it even more beautiful. If it had been a normal mirror, Gwen should have been easily able to see her entire body in the glass; but this was not a normal mirror. Instead of her own reflection looking back at her, when she looked into the mirror she saw the face and form of a strange woman.

~*~*~*~

God bless!


Monday, June 5, 2017

The Adventure Continues...

This is the (long overdue) story of how I lost my boyfriend. 

But don't worry! This is actually a very fun story, and the truth is - it's not all mine. It's only half mine.

After coming through a rather long and complicated process which brought me to dating the most wonderful guy on the planet, I spent 15 happy months calling him my boyfriend (In case you forgot, I'm talking about Jed/Jonathon). It was a busy time, considering we were both still in school, but it was tons of fun. We double-dated a few times with some friends and also attended a few events on campus together, but we never had an official, just-us-off-campus date. Not one real date in 15 months. Jed's work and the importance of homework made it difficult for us to go off-campus together, so we'd allowed 15 months to slip by before we realized we'd never really had a first date together. 

Jed decided to fix this. "Let's have lunch some Saturday," he suggested. "We'll go off-campus, just the two of us, and bring a picnic to the park." 

I liked the idea. After a long and stressful week of school, I needed a break. In one of my classes, I had a group project the size of Chicago looming over me, and while I had amazing team members (astonishing, yes, for a group project), we were presenting a month's worth of research, collaboration, and brain power the following Tuesday. Was I nervous?

You bet. A lunch date was just the thing to get my brain to relax... if only for a little bit. 

Jed picked the Saturday, and we began to make simple lunch plans. I warned him that I had a project meeting with my group at 12:30pm, but I didn't think it would be too much of an issue to get back by that time. 

I should have suspected something fishy was up when Jed picked me up wearing a blue shirt. Most of his t-shirts (for whatever reason) are bright red, and (outside of his work uniform) he doesn't typically wear any other color. He's just a guy who likes red. Several weeks previous to this particular Saturday, he had put on a dark blue shirt and I had commented that I really liked him in blue. And apparently he had remembered that. Well, in addition to the blue shirt, he'd shaved (which he never does on a Saturday) and was wearing his good sneakers (the ones without the holes). I was impressed, but I figured he wanted to look good for our first real date. 

Me, on the other hand... well, I didn't dress up. I'd stumbled out of bed that morning and didn't feel like doing anything extravagant. So, I stuck on a comfy blue t-shirt and a pair of jean capris. It was rather warm outside, so I had a pair of flip-flops complete the ensemble. 

I was probably more interested in the food Jed had picked up for our date lunch more than the clothes we were wearing. If there is any truth that is more universally acknowledged than that of a single man in want of a wife, it is that hungry men should never go shopping. Hello, proud new owner of aisle 4. 

"I got some meat and a jar of pickles for you," Jed told me. 

Pickles are amazing. Seriously. Pick up one of those big jars of whole dill pickles from Walmart and my brother and I could down it in one day. Needless to say, I was rather excited about that. A whole, big wonderful jar of dill pickles. I had the best boyfriend ever.

But the meat? Jed's "some meat" turned out to be a bag of pepperonis, a summer sausage, and a package of black forest ham lunch meat. If that isn't the definition of a hungry man going shopping, I don't know what is. 

So, armed with our pickles and "some meat" we drove off to the park. To be honest, I had quite a few curious stares as I walked through park carrying a gigantic jar of pickles, but I just smiled back. 

Jed picked a spot by a small waterfall, and we set up the blanket and got the lunch out. I ate a small handful of pepperonis before Jed offered me a pickle. Boy howdy, was that thing good! Even though there was a full jar sitting beside me, I was determined to enjoy that pickle as long as possible. 

I ate it very slowly. 

Jed, on the other hand, ate pepperonis and pickles so quickly I thought he might get indigestion. I'm not sure how much he'd eaten when he finally stopped and looked at me. I was still munching on my pickle, content to savor it. It was the first time in about three weeks that I had gotten to just sit with him and talk and have fun. Forget the meeting I had at 12:30. I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.

Jed, however, did not want it to last as long as possible. 

"Aren't you almost done yet?" he asked. "You eat pickles really slowly."

I only grinned and took another small nibble. Yes, I am a rebel at heart. 

"I wanted to give you something," he continued, and I must confess my heart jumped at that point. My first thought was, Is it a ring? But I quickly stomped down on that. 

Of course it wasn't a ring. He couldn't give me a ring yet. Neither one of us wanted to be engaged for longer than six months, and the earliest possibility for a wedding that we had discussed was in December of this year. It was still April. April 22nd, as a matter of fact. Do the math, folks. April to December isn't 6 months - no matter how you stretch it. Did I want a ring? I'd known for a solid 10 months that this was the guy I wanted to marry. Duh. But there was no way I was getting a ring until at least June. 

Calming my racing heart by taking another bite of pickle, I watched him reach into his backpack. Then I started laughing. 

My freshman year of college I had begun an odd collection of lost bobby pins. See, the poor fellows were abandoned and lost in every place conceivable. I used to watch for them on the sidewalks and try to see how many lost bobby pins I could spot in one day until I gave that up and began picking them up instead. A few of my friends caught the excitement, and they began collecting them for me. Three years later, we'd collected over 1,000 bobby pins from everywhere on campus (and off campus). Jed works on the custodial crew here at the university, so he'd come across zillions of bobby pins every day. Before he told me that he liked me, he would pick up bobby pins and stow them in his wallet. Then he'd give me one or two at a time, using them as an excuse to come over and see me at almost every meal. Bobby pins, since then, have become a natural part of our relationship. 

Now, Jed was pulling a small Starbucks frappuccino jar from the dark depths of his backpack - and the jar was full of bobby pins. 

(Sidenote: I don't wear the lost bobby pins we pick up. Bobby pins have never EVER stayed in my hair, so I've never truly ever bothered with them. I just call myself the bobby pin kleptomaniac, and it's a race to see how many I can find before I graduate college.) 

I admired the newest additions to my collection, and we talked for a bit about former bobby pins we'd picked up. Sweet reminiscence. And before I knew it, I had finished my pickle. 

Abruptly, he stood up. 

I looked up at him, confused. "Where are you going? We're not done eating yet." 

"I need you to do something for me."

"Sure. As long as it doesn't involve moving."

"Stand up."

I grimaced. Standing involved moving. "Do I have to?"

"Yes."

With some grumblings, I stood. "Now what?"

"Look at the falls," he said. "And don't turn around."

Ladies and gents, everything in me started going nuts all at once. What in the world is going on? There were way too many thoughts all at once, and I think my brain almost exploded. 

Then Jed walked up behind me and began whistling. 

The world stopped, but my heart was beating so hard I couldn't hear the roar of the falls over top of it. 

Now, a normal girl probably wouldn't react that way to a song being whistled. Jed often whistled as he walked, and I loved hearing it. It wasn't the fact that he was whistling that got me in a tizzy.

It was what he was whistling. 

Near the beginning of the year, I had mentioned to him that I loved the song "For the Dancing and the Dreaming" from HTTYD 2. It was just a really sweet song, and the lyrics absolutely made it. For those of you unfamiliar with this song, please click here. It's worth the 3 minutes. 

And because the lyrics are so beautiful, I'm going to post the last refrain here:


I’ll swim and sail on savage seas
With ne'er a fear of drowning,
And gladly ride the waves of life,
If you will marry me.

Jed was whistling that song. And then he jumped right into singing it to me - just as Stoick did to Valka. 

I couldn't believe it. No matter that Jed abruptly forgot the second word of the song as soon as he started singing. I sang with him, inside going mad the whole time. And somehow between the two of us, we managed it all right. 

But it was perfect. The first date, the pickles, the "some meat," the waterfall, the song. If I had picked out how I wanted to be proposed to, this would have been it. The song literally ends with a proposal!

I was so mad at him.

Did I need to remind him that it was still April?? December wasn't 6 months away yet! Outwardly, I was thoroughly enjoying the entire afternoon, but internally I was a mess. 

How can you do this to me? I fumed. It's too perfect a set-up. Jed, don't you dare propose and make me say no! I won't say how tempted I was to push him over the falls. I wanted so badly to turn around, face him, and tell him to stop. 

Jed finished the song. "Kirsten..." 

I couldn't help it. I turned around.

And he was on one knee with a box in his hand. 

"Will you marry me?"

My mind barely registered the silver glint in the box before I yelped out, "You don't have a date yet! What's the date?"

He only smiled. "June 24th." 

If the world had stopped before, now it simply exploded. June 24th??? As in NOT December?? As in JUNE?? 

I was thoroughly speechless, but I managed to squeak a little bit of voice out. I don't know if Jed heard it or not, but I think he could read the answer in my over-enthusiastic smile. 

"Yes."


And that's how I lost my boyfriend. But I gained a fiancĂ©. And I think that's so much better in so many ways. 


God bless!

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

In Which the Royal Twins Answer Your Questions

We're back!

Greetings, friends. 

Nicoline, that sounds really stiff and pompous. 

Nicolas, it's nice to be proper sometimes.

But "sometimes" doesn't have to be this time.

*huffs* Anyway, Kiri is letting us borrow her computer...

Supervised.

... To write this blog post. A few weeks ago...

Weeks? It was like months ago!

... we asked for a few questions from you readers that my brother Nicolas and I could answer. 

And now we're answering them. Christine sent us a few, so we're going to jump right into those.

Already?

Sure. No sense in wasting time!




~*~ 

If you could do anything in the world, what would it be? (Other than flying in a balloon. *wink*)

I would journey all over Rohesia, and then take a grand tour and have adventures all over the world. 

If you're doing that, then I have to go with you.

Um, no.

Yes!

I have adventures with you here at home, and that's enough if you ask me.

Fine. Then I want to go to an isolated school in a foreign country and learn how to be an assassin. With a black cloak, daggers in my boots, and a lethal sword with a curved blade.


If you were allowed to name yourselves, would you change your names to something else?


Something dashing and daring. Like Redblade.

That sounds like a pirate name. I like my name now, but I wish people didn't have to call me "princess." I'd change that and have everyone call me "captain." Captain Nicoline Wolfking, heroine and adventurer extraordinaire. 

Why can't you make anything simple?


I know the whole kingdom is obsessed with roses, but what are YOUR opinions on them?


No.

I don't mind them, as they are kind of pretty...

No.

I don't like the way they smell.

No.

The thorns are fun to -- well, do stuff with.

NO.


If you could have a pet of any kind, what would you have?


A dragon.

No fair, Nicoline! That's what I wanted to say.

Need to answer faster next time, dear brother.

Fine. Then I'll say a walking and talking candelabra.

That's not an animal.

She said "pet" not "animal." And I can have a walking and talking candelabra if I want to.


What's your least favorite thing to do?


Formal dinners of state. Stiff and boring. Waste of time.

Sleeping.

What?

Sleeping's a waste of time, too. I wish we didn't have to sleep so there'd be more time to go out and have adventures.

You're weird, Nicoline.


What's your FAVORITE thing to do?


One-up Nicolas with a prank.

One-up Nicoline with a prank.

I'm better at it, though.

No you're not.

Sure I am, meatloaf.

... 

...

...

Hello, folks! Kiri here. The twins had a lot of fun answering these questions, but I'm afraid I had to edit a bit out there at the end before I posted this. Nicoline and Nicolas were... very energetic in typing out their last answer above. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. The twins are asking me to promote their book again, so I'll offer a link to Amazon

And yes, it's available as a paperback and on the Kindle. 

And you should read it.

And share it with all your friends.

And family.

And your enemies, as well.

And yes, I'm also working on the sequel, Spindle Dreams

Sufferin' cats, I'd forgotten how bossy and demanding twins can be. 

God bless!

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Guest Post: Colors of Lady Dragon, Tela Du


I'm super excited to take part of my friend Kendra's blog tour today for her latest book! I read the first in this series (Water Princess, Fire Prince) and loved it, and I cannot wait to get into this second book. From all that I've seen, it promises to be just as amazing as the first.

But all my fangirling aside... I've invited Kendra over to talk some about the colors of Rizkaland and Lady Dragon, Tela Du. I found out a few years ago that I have a form of synesthesia (which is a blending of the senses) where I think in colors. And since that time, I've been fascinated with colors period, especially how they pertain to my favorite things and how other people see different colors. 

So, let's get started!

A bit about the book:


Book Description: 

Two girls with one face
Two girls with twisted fate
One in purple, one in red
One shall speak the other’s death
Who shall win their final war?
Lady Dragon or Tela Du?


Amber, the Lady Dragon, has been promised a fifty-year reign over Rizkaland and nothing can stop her from claiming it. But when you've lived six thousand years, fifty is such a pitiful number. Only one person can keep her from making this reign permanent - the Tela Du, a girl who shall share Amber's face.

The last thing Petra wants is a magical world interrupting her plans for a normal life, let alone an ultimate battle against the Lady Dragon with only one prophesied survivor. She has her childhood best friend, Reuben, at her side, but she's not sure if he's more of a help or a hindrance right now. Though she'd much prefer to just return home and forget about this whole crazy affair, things change when she discovers that the world has surprising connections to her own family - including her sister who disappeared without a trace two years before. Still, Rizkaland can't possibly expect her to risk her very life, can it?


Buy the Book:

Kendra's Guest Post

A couple years ago, Kiri wrote a post about how she thinks in colors and images, a post which I found very intriguing because I do pretty much the same thing. Not so much the images part, but very much the colors. I associate people with colors, ideas with colors, even days with colors. Sometimes I can't even quite put my finger on what that color is, but it's still a color. 

The strongest place where this comes into effect is literature - both the stories I read and the stories I write. After reading one book earlier this year, the best way I could describe it to my sister was, "This is a very yellow story. When it comes to my writing, I can quicker tell you the color of a particular character than what they look like. I can tell you the color of a scene, but not necessarily the description of the setting. Kinda frustrating sometimes.

And that's actually what I'm here to talk about - the colors that I associate with Lady Dragon, Tela Du.

First of all, the story as a whole is gold. A rich gold, with streaks of lemon yellow and brush strokes of red. A lot of this is because a good number of the notebooks I used to write LDTD were yellow or red, and a lot of it is because those are the colors I associate with family and sacrifice.

The book is divided into five parts, and each part also has a distinct color.

Part 1 is dark, black and dark gray, with a few glimpses of a some pastel yellow and green.

Part 2 is brighter, with emerald green, rich golds, and some lavender.

Part 3 is also green, but a darker green. And some darker purple.

Part 4 gets dark again, bringing back some black. There is some rich red and gold in this part too, though.

Part 5 has golds and whites, but then turns dark blue and even black for the climax.

And almost every character has their own character.

The titular characters are obvious - Amber, the Lady Dragon, is red and black, while Petra is puple.

Reuben is green, ranging from emerald green to hunter green. 

Granite is multiple shades of gray.

Ashna is pastel colors - pastel blue, pastel green, and pastel yellow. 

Noraeto is steel blue.

Summer is turquoise and brown.

Tyler is tan.

Alphego is white and gold.

Author Bio:
Kendra E. Ardnek is a homeschool graduate who picked up a pen at an early age and never put it down. The eldest of four, she makes her home in the Piney Woods of East Texas with her parents, younger siblings, giant herd of giraffes, and honor guard of nutcrackers. 

Blog:

Official Website:

Oh, and today is the last day of the tour that the first book of the series, Water Princess, Fire Prince, will be free on kindle

Friday, August 19, 2016

Let's Play Catch-Up

Well, here I am. Kiri back again. And I've finally gotten my blog back under control after a certain pair of pesky royal twins took over a few weeks ago. I will admit, they kept those few days of my novella's promotion quite lively. And yes, I did enjoy reading over their posts. 

I'd also like to thank you all for the enthusiastic response I've received over The Rose and the Balloon. I could say so much on this, how much it all means to me, but I won't gush. I was so afraid to release the book to the world, so afraid of how people would receive it, but this has been nothing like what I expected. Thank you, thank you all for your support. 

The reason I was absent for so long was because my mother had an unexpected trip to the hospital. During the end of July, she was having intense pain in her abdomen, and then on August 2nd, the pain grew so much that she finally consented to go see a doctor. From there, she went immediately to the hospital and had an emergency surgery on her appendix. Praise the Lord, it all went well, but she was in the hospital for a week after the surgery. I am very grateful for the care she received, but it was interesting living a week without Momma at home. And busy for my sisters and I, keeping on top of everything. But we managed all right. 

And now, I am offering a farewell of sorts, since I leave next week to return to school. I'm very excited to start my third year as a Creative Writing major! As always, I don't know how much time I'll have to be on blogger, but I'll do my best to pop on from time to time. 

God bless!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

We Share Our Photos... And Ask for Your Questions

Nicolas here.

And the more popular royal twin, Nicoline.

Sorry for being late, random people. Kiri's been really busy, and we couldn't get into her computer before now.

I think she may know now that we're doing the posts for her, but...

She's not mad.

Oh, no! Of course not!

Anywho, since we're so late with getting around to this post...

And we have to get back soon. Dmitri won't be pleased if he finds us here.

Today, we're going to share some photos from Kiri's pinterest board

With our comments.

Ready?

Let's go!


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Early on, Kiri knew she wanted to include some kind of steampunk inspiration, so hot air balloons suddenly appeared in the sky.
Not that she can remember where they came from. 
No, she just said that she's always wanted to write a story about hot air balloons.
Although, there really aren't any other Beauty and the Beast stories with hot air balloons in them. 
Nope. We're an original.


Beauty and the Beast ~ Just as I envision the scene.:
Kiri loves the Disney film.
Yes, she does.
And with our story, she wanted to make some connections to the film, just for fun. One of the most important was this iconic scene.
You know, I've not actually seen the film.
You should. The music is awesome. Anyway, Kiri wanted to keep this scene in the book as close to the same scene in the movie, so she was very thankful when Janelle had that happen just exactly so.



roses:
Roses are a huge part of Beauty and the Beast.
Ha. That's an understatement. They're basically the reason that Beauty and the Beast get together.
So, Kiri knew she had to include them.
The real question though was: How?
Exactly. But she's a rather smart one, when it comes to writers. She decided to put it all backwards - have the Beast's mother destroy the Beauty's roses.
Well, technically, it was the Beauty's father's roses, but...
Just a technicality. And then, of course, our whole entire kingdom had to go and love roses.
Including our mother. If you've ever offered rose petal stew...
Just don't. Don't eat it. This is one of the few things that Nicoline and I completely agree on.


Library in the castle:
The library is one of the most important places in the book.
No, it isn't. The West Wing is.
No, dear sister, I'm pretty sure it's the library. That's where all the best things happen.
Um, where you tried to trick me? I don't think so.
Ha! That was an awesome prank! Janelle was a genius with that one. Ow! Don't hit.
Let's move on, shall we?


Beauty and the Beast.:
The rose was one of the first things that presented a real problem. 
See, Kiri wanted it to be the glowing rose from the fairytale.
But she doesn't like to write about magic.
So, that was the problem: How to get a glowing rose without using magic? How could you do it?
She used science.
Nicoline, you stole my thunder.
Now, who's the slow twin? *gloats* 
You're a pest.
Enter steampunk into the story. Enter my victory in this post.
In your dreams, sis.


The feather duster that danced...:
This was the best part!
It was a feather duster.
But you enjoyed it, too!
Nicoline, of course I enjoyed it. But I'm not going to plaster that I liked a feather duster all over the internet. What will that do to my reputation?
Wait, like you have any reputation to uphold?
*grumps*

Now, if you have any questions for the two of us, Nicoline and Nicolas, twin royals of Rohesia, please write them below in the comment box!

Oh, yes! Please ask us all assortment of questions. Whatever you can think of! We'll put together a post and answer them all sometime probably later next week.

And no, this is not an excuse for us to confiscate Kiri's computer again. Thank you, random people!

And good night!