Castile did have magic, proved by standing here after that death blow. But her tribe didn’t know about that. They didn’t know what she and Paul knew, not about the Barren, not about the crusade, and not about Castile. They only knew Castile should have died in Folsom Prison or come out a whipped slave. Instead he’d come out stronger than ever.
Meanwhile, her tribe’s weapons rusted and their kids starved. Reine fingered the hilt of her knife, drawing it a bit and then letting it slide back into its sheath.
Castile raised his thick-lashed eyes to hers. Ancestors knew, that face could charm the rattles off a snake. “I know you want to go after Trinidad, and I’ll pay you to do it without killing him. You bring him to me alive, and I’ll make his wrongs come right. Your Papa Roi can rest, and you can feed your people.”
“I don’t get you. Wiccans don’t do revenge. Why do you want Trinidad?”
Castile bit his lip for a second before answering, leaving white marks in the plump, pink flesh. “He owes me blood. We have history, him and me. I can hurt him in ways you could never dream up.”
The alcohol stung her chapped lips. She ran her arm over her mouth. None of this made sense, not coming from a Wiccan. Particularly this Wiccan. “What about the crusade they’re talkin inparish? Trinidad disappeared will make it worse.”
“Not much can make that worse. Bishop’s turned up with this scar on her face. Damnedest thing. I hear it looks pure silver, right in her skin.” He tipped his head at her, stormcloud eyes locked on hers.
She swallowed hard, craving more liquor. “Silver.”
“She says an angel of their god cut her. She said it’s proof their god is real, and it told her to crusade. And now she’s all about killing the unclean. The unbelievers, yeah? That’s you and me, if you missed it.” He signed Wiccan Horns with his fingers, aiming back west, inparish.
Because I’m writing a story set in THE SILVER SCAR world the book has been on my mind this week. Plus I’m waiting for edits. Since this is a book I wrote long ago, I expect there will be some. But when I peek back at it I read certain passages and they kind of blow my mind like I wrote that??? So yeah, I’m not scared to say I’m proud of the book. It’s one from the heart from me and hits all my own sweet spots.
Anyway, and I’m sure I’ll be talking more about this closer to when the book drops in July, but the lead characters are gay.
My editors, agent, and I actually had discussions on whether to include that in the copy for the book as a selling point. I think it’s a selling point mostly because I love the characters and I love their stories, separate and together. I love their love story. We eventually decided against it because the characters happen to be gay in the way I’ve written other characters who happen to be straight; it’s not a plotline.
However, that phrase happens to be gay doesn’t sit right with me because in this world we live in that is not a thing. I don’t mean people aren’t born gay. I mean that gay folks don’t get to have the luxury of just being gay the way straight folks get the luxury of just being straight.
In SCAR I strove to create a world where sexuality and even to a degree gender is not the defining characteristic of a person and where every sort of sexuality is not just accepted but taken for granted in the same way straightness is taken for granted in our world. There’s plenty of shit in Boulder Colorado 150 years from now that is an issue, most of them about power and religion and sexual harassment and abuse and magic and faith and loss. But gayness or straightness or bi-ness or ace-ness or any other -ness? Not an issue.
Homosexuality was not something I wanted to tackle in the book. God, there is so much damn else going on. I first tried to make Castile and Trinidad just friends. Then I tried to make Castile a girl. I picked him because the name Castile maybe sounds a bit more girly? At any rate, that might’ve lasted a day. Castile is less feminine than Trinidad, who is just sort of not very feminine much at all. These are bad-ass killers, soldiers for their individual causes, not always even good people. Not that femininity equals goodness or doesn’t equal violence… oh hell, you know what I mean. But these are men’s men who prefer other men as lovers.
But I always kind of wondered why Trinidad wasn’t involved with someone else. Besides his being pretty busy soldiering for the Church and caring for his dying priest and fending off an evil Bishop with a bad scar, and trying to keep a secret that could get him hanged for heresy…
So I’m writing this current story (called The Taking) and there’s a glimpse of previous love story in it and I realized why he has no boyfriend in SCAR, which is really cool for me as a writer but rather sad for Trin. Hopefully I’ll sell the story soon and y’all can see for yourselves. In the meantime, enjoy the snippet above and maybe give the book a little pre-orderlove? Feel free to request the price be lowered at Amazon; it’s cheaper at B&N and other venues currently.
Also, the cover is going to blow your ever-loving minds!