Backstreets: Transition

There were a lot of little things with Shane that ended up in the background of the series. The explanation for one of the stranger pieces of decoration in his office was cut from Backstreets.


The book said this was the time and place and Shane knew better than to distrust it. Even with the number of people milling about, he spotted enough of his allies among them. He was actually a little surprised how many of them there were.

It’s time, he told them, none of them so much as flinching as they heard his voice in the back of their minds. He walked through the crowd to a bald Irishman with an overgrown beard , currently surrounded by a mix of people loyal to him and those who were most certainly not.

“Kendrick,” Shane said, drawing the eyes of everyone in that cluster of people. “We need to talk.”

“Who the fuck’s this kid?” one of them asked. The woman knew full well who Shane was, being one of the first people he approached. She’d been itching to get rid of Kendrick longer than Shane had.

“One of the nokkers I got working the numbers,” Kendrick told her. “Make it quick.”

“You are done here.”

“What?”

“I said you are done, Kendrick. Head back home. I’m taking over.”

Kendrick laughed, cracking his knuckles. Lightning races between his fingertips as he flexed them and raised his hand. “You think-”

Kendrick’s hand stopped just before it collided Shane’s face, electricity still arching between his fingers and as immobile as the rest of him. From the look on his face to the fabric of his shirt, everything about him was frozen in time.

Now all that was left to make sure that everyone else would fall in line. Looking around at the stunned faces and anxious fingers ready to lash out at anyone who made a wrong move, he knew that the the upcoming fight would be over quickly.

“Well then,” Shane said, turning back to the rest of the room. He reached into his pocket for his knife. “Is anyone else going to have a problem with that?”

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That Thing That Guy Talked About Once

I said before that there was a reason that the stories in Tales from the Twisted Eden Sector never seemed to be completely done, then I just stopped in a place where there was kind of an ending but not really.1 Let’s get into that reason.

Like I said before, endings are fascinating to me in that they rarely ever actually are endings so much as break points in stories with so many things that could continue the story, but we don’t continue them because we are satisfied with that much.2 I often wishing the story were being told by a person so I could ask what happened next or for some update on it.

That’s largely where the last story in each of the books came from. There was someone in a bar telling some urban legend they heard from a friend of a friend who would elaborate on prompting if necessary, but ultimately wouldn’t know. Maybe they would elaborate. Maybe they would lie and say they knew more.

From there, I took the idea and ran with it in a lot of different ways. For now, the beginnings and endings. I stopped thinking about the narratives as prose and started thinking about the stories as things you would tell your friends about. If I were going to tell my friends about, say, that time I had to interview a couple of crazy children with superpowers and they dragged me into hell and I had to figure it out via surveillance footage hours later, where would the story start and stop?

While part of it was trying to find a way to make the last story not seem too out of place, I found I really liked the effect of the narrative. It ended up giving this effect3 of a bunch of stories that your friend told you the last time you were hanging out. The way the stories began and ended felt more like urban legends than set in stone text about the universe.

Given the stories are supposed to be about a well kept secret world that coexists within our own, it felt like a very good format. If I can make it seem like all those brick backstreets in Vancouver seem like they were hiding more than they actually were, then that was perfect.4

If that’s where it ended, that would have been great. But I kept thinking about it and I just ended up expanding on the idea.

  1. It was a parallel to what I was talking about in the post, but if I have to explain that then I need to work on my execution. []
  2. I didn’t say all of this, but we’re going to pretend I did to keep me from meditating too much on the nature of endings. That’s another post entirely. []
  3. To me, at least []
  4. And everything in Vancouver is red brick. []

The End Came and Nothing Happened

Now that Tales from the Twisted Eden Sector is done,1 I want to talk a lot about it. It’s not one of my more popular series by a long shot. It’s weird and it doesn’t all seem to fit neatly together. There’s questions at the end of it that are never fully resolved. Hell, there’s something called The End in the series that’s alluded to over and over again that never gets a resolution.

Let me make you angry. That was intentional.

The whole series was a way for me to play around with a lot of concepts in stories and narrative that most other people really don’t like. None of them are books you can sit down and read from beginning to end and leave with a sense you got the whole story. The shorts have these dangling threads at the ends that hint at a story that is still to come. Even those stories that stretch into two or three more shorts don’t wrap everything up nicely in the end. On top of that, things aren’t always in their proper order, leaving the reader with a mess of stories that all take place in the same area and have a few characters to connect them, but no idea what they are supposed to do with all of them.

Let’s start with talking about endings in general. I’m fascinated with the idea that fiction has to wrap everything up neatly and that there is a definite ending to anything. So often, I’ve read stories where the main character will have a breaking point in their story2 that isn’t actually an end. On top of that, the effects of the climax are never fully addressed or even acknowledged for the most part.3

With Tales from the Twisted Eden Sector, I decided to play around with how the endings worked. The beginnings too, to an extent. Normally a short story is meant to be self contained. They have a proper beginning, middle, and end. While all of the stories in the series definitely had a middle, the beginnings and endings were much less defined, with many just starting and ending in strange places with things left open.4

There are endings of a sort. There are some things wrapped up. Some questions answered. But I’m very aware of all the questions that have been left behind unanswered. But there is a reason for all of this, and that is twofold.

  1. In the loosest sense of the word []
  2. They won that last fight and hooked up with their love interest and they walk off into the distance []
  3. So how is the city recovering after you blew half of it up? []
  4. We still don’t know if Flint’s still alive from the first book, for example. []

Legacy Now Available!

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Not all magic is equal. Even hard work and determination is no match for skills passed on from generation to generation, each time being built upon and growing stronger. These old magic families have hoarded their secrets with every generation, using them to get ahead where they could – or leaving a mess for their progeny to deal with as soon as they have passed.

Legacy delves into the people who have had the responsibility of generations passed down to them and how they use their family’s magic with the time they have left. This generation knows that eventually the End will eventually come for them and that they might not have much time to stop it. If they want to stop it at all.

Get it now on Amazon!

Spring 2016 YA Scavenger Hunt!

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!
Green Team

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are NINE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GREEN TEAM–but there are also REDBLUE, GOLD, ORANGE, TEAL, PURPLE, SILVER, and PINK teams for a chance to win a whole different set of books!

If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE

 
Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the green team, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).
 
Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by April 3, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

SCAVENGER HUNT POST

I am hosting Lisa T. Cresswell for the YA Scavenger Hunt!

Tanya Lisle
Lisa T. Cresswell is an archaeologist by day, young adult writer by night. She has a healthy addiction to books, coffee, and drama-free zones.

Find out more information by checking out her website or in the following places:

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Everyone’s heard of Blackbeard, right? The terrible pirate? Hollywood staple pirate character? But did you know that Blackbeard was a real person named Edward Teach? I remember as a kid thinking he was just a cartoon-ish character and being amazed to learn he was real. You can read all about him on Wikipedia.  Born in 1680, he only lived to be about 35 or 40 years old because he was finally captured and beheaded in 1718. Perhaps because it was so long ago, he’s become the stuff of legends? Even his flag is kinda creepy.

The ghost of Blackbeard is the main baddie in my new novella The Color of Water. He was such delicious fun to write, re-imagined as a modern day biker. Here’s a sneak peek of my heroine, Samantha, unexpectedly seeing Blackbeard, aka Teach, on the streets of Beaufort ~

The summer sun was still hot enough to make me sweat, but it was cooling down as the shadows got longer. The rain had left steamy puddles along the sidewalks, but the sky was clearing just like Matt said it would. Seeing nothing unusual at the Queen Ann’s, I kept walking, turning down an alley to avoid all the tourists on Front Street. That’s where I saw them – a man and a woman having a hella fight in the alley. My heart jumped up into my throat when I realized it was Harley man – Teach.

I ducked behind a dumpster and tried to blend into the back of a building. It didn’t seem to matter to Teach and his lady friend because their screaming argument suddenly dissolved into a groping, kissing thing. I couldn’t stop staring at them. Teach’s beefy, tattooed arms wrapped the woman like an octopus’s tentacles, his fingers snaking through her God-awful, red-orange dye job. She didn’t seem to mind. She kissed him like she was starving and he was a steak dinner. After coming up for air, they stumbled back inside the building.

I saw the door was printed with ‘No one under 21 admitted’ as I hurried past. If he was going to kill her, he would have done it right there, wouldn’t he? I resolved not to tell Matt about it, since he obviously didn’t want me anywhere near Teach. I didn’t want to risk making him mad again. I picked up my pace, running a few blocks so I wouldn’t be late.

You can find The Color of Water in print and ebook on Amazon and Goodreads! Enjoy~

 

And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, Lisa T. Cresswell, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 35. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the green team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

CONTINUE THE HUNT

 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Jessie Costin!

Legacy Cover and Contents

Since Legacy is coming out and I am very excited about it, I wanted to show off the cover a little. Because it is beautiful and it needs to be seen. And because it’s the last cover in the series, which means I won’t be getting any more of these!

It’s bittersweet, is what I’m saying.

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Not all magic is equal. Even hard work and determination is no match for skills passed on from generation to generation, each time being built upon and growing stronger. These old magic families have hoarded their secrets with every generation, using them to get ahead where they could – or leaving a mess for their progeny to deal with as soon as they have passed.

Legacy delves into the people who have had the responsibility of generations passed down to them and how they use their family’s magic with the time they have left. This generation knows that eventually the End will eventually come for them and that they might not have much time to stop it. If they want to stop it at all.

Pretty awesome, right? But, I’m nothing if not generous, so I won’t just be showing off the cover today. Here is a brief glimpse of all of the short stories that appear in the story as well:

Foundations

With the school nearly built, it’s time to start teaching the first students.

Nostra

John decides that just because his father is out of jail doesn’t mean he has to let his father revert business back to the way things were.

As You Wish

Breaking up is hard enough. When one person decides that the relationship isn’t going to end, sometimes it calls for drastic measures.

Presently

All of time keeps passing over Dawn in waves and she cannot quite figure out where or when she is anymore.

Fair Warning

Ciara knows that things are going to change, but she has no idea how much.

Paperwork

Thea knows that the Sibyl is working for the Syndicate now and she doesn’t like it. She likes going out to lunch with her even less.

Teenage Exorcist

Bree thought she was good at this whole dealing with ghosts thing. And then she moved to Vancouver.

To Kill a Vampire

At last, Victoria has found the man she must kill in order to be free of her curse.

Mirror, Mirror

Gabe finally heads home for a shower and some sleep to find his brother has commandeered his couch and brought their childhood nightmares with him.

Absence of Answers

Jason tried not to think too much about where he came from, but Dawn has the answers to everything he could ever ask. If he can just figure out the right questions.

 

Don’t forget that there’s still a contest going to get this and the rest of the series for free! Enter now and you might get your hands on this before it’s released on April 4th!

Twisted Eden Sector Giveaway

Twisted Eden Sector Giveaway

In honour of the last book in Tales from the Twisted Eden Sector coming out, I’m having a contest and I wanted to let you guys know first! I’ll be giving away all seven books in the series, including a signed paperback copy of Syndicate and the currently unreleased final book, Legacy.
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Think of it as an easy way to get it a week early! Good luck to all who enter!


Twisted Eden Sector Giveaway


Contest closes March 25th.

Genetically Impaired

So I found an old document from 2006 for a serial I started working on, but never finished. It was a comic at one point1 and then I tried to go back in time and write the whole thing. Eventually, I abandoned the project, though I have thought about picking it back up from time to time. It’s interesting going through the original files and seeing what I was trying to do back then.2


Shattered glass and flying mortar were the last things he remembered seeing, the last things he felt embedded into his flesh and drawing out his blood at a rapid rate. Now he was simply awaiting death.

What death was waiting for, he had no idea. There was a point where he thought he had died, feeling a cold hand rip his soul from his body and hurl him into a small pinpoint of light that grew until it engulfed him in the warmth of the afterlife, but that image had faded away a few moments after. There was just nothing, and he started to feel like he wasn’t quite dead anymore. Not quite alive, but certainly not quite dead.

It felt like quite a long time now. Dying, it seemed, was not as quick a process as he had hoped and he was waiting for something, anything really, that would give him a reason for still sitting in limbo waiting for the great beyond. Unless he was a ghost now, ready to meander the earth but not ready to get up quite yet. He might even buy that if he could actually feel any of his limbs, but all he felt now was detached.

Perhaps he was lacking in the self reflection and coming to terms with his own death, before moving on? Would that make the gods happy? Fine.

He had stolen a car. It was a stupid move now that he thought about it, but he had already done it. It had been a nice one too, but there was hardly any reason to regret that now. He had done it, gotten in, and very easily managed to hot wire the thing.

He remembered that the engine roared at his touch, a thing he was very proud of at the time before he had closed the door. And then he had done the stupidest thing in his entire life. He shifted it into gear and stepped on the gas.

It was about that time that he had realized that, while he had seen people drive before, he did not know how to drive himself. Even then, however, completely out of control, he had been laughing and enjoying himself, confident that he could pick it up along the way.

And then he had crashed. He had managed to get very far along the way, well out of town and crashed into the side of the building. The wall gave out under him, though he saw nothing but the shattering glass and falling mortar which should have by all means managed to kill him by now. Especially now that he had come to terms with the fact that he was fully aware that he had died in a stupid manner and he was very ready to face judgment or reincarnation or whatever it was that death had in store.

Still not dead. What else did he have left to do? He’d already done every damn thing that he could come up with and that had done a grand total of nothing.  This was going to be agonizing. That, or this right here was death. He was quickly discovering a deep hatred for death.

He was also discovering that his face was becoming warm. More startling, he was discovering that he could feel his face at all, as well as a slight feeling that there was light in his eyes. Death, it seemed, was getting sloppy because he was definitely not dead now. Not even heading towards it.

Opening his eyes, he winced and let out a soft groan against the light, shying away from it as he brought an arm up to shield himself from the glaring sun streaming in over his face. Maybe he was just regaining sensation after being in the light for so long. Perhaps when the light had engulfed him, he had just gone blind for this agonizingly long time and now his sight was returning along with the feeling of whatever body he had for his afterlife.

The sound of the small, startled scream, he was pretty certain that he was alive, though.

  1. If you want, I can try to find the files and post the old comic up []
  2. But oh my, the prose is a little painful to look at []