Forget everything you think you know about fairies, mermaids, and fauen's, because fantasy author C.A. Morgan is on the blog today. Read on for an exclusive interview with a very special mermaid ~ sorry, I mean a Glisseon, a fauen and a healer.
Step into the
light and you'll see them. A headstrong young healer with wings, a mermaid with
more than one secret, and a vengeful fauen - she just may slit your throat!
Enter their world of Emrysia - part fantasy, pure fairytale, but NOT for the faint of heart. Because, here
in the light, the Shadow is growing.....
Vol. I: Forget everything you think you know about fairies, mermaids, and
fauen - pretty tales to put children to sleep. Now, enter the magically
shifting landscape of Emrysia, where sentient swamps and ancient forests
enchant disobedient daughters - maybe to
death! Journey with three
youngsters; Aryelle, a winged healer with an amazing gift, Lureli of the Mer,
who shimmers with secrets deep as the sea, and fierce Eleanor - barely four
feet tall on hoof point, she has horns even if you can't see them! Three
sisters, separate races, one common destiny.
In this second
volume of the series, ever more certain that they are the Chosen who must save Emrysia from the
Reign of Shadow, Aryelle, Lureli and Eleanor are scarcely into their new journey
when disaster strikes. Navigating through an increasingly treacherous and
unfamiliar world, will they go their separate ways - if they survive! - or will
fate lead them down even darker paths together?
Vol. III: In this the final volume of the Three Sisters
Trilogy, backbone of the Emrysia Series, each of the three Chosen must face
evil times on their own, without help from the others. Sent their separate ways
by the Lydian Muse, Mandelbrot, each of the "Three Sisters" finds
herself in treacherous and unexpected circumstances from which there is no easy
return. As Aryelle, Lureli and Eleanor journey toward self-discovery, the
shadow grows in Emrysia. Will they be able to save themselves and the world
they love, or be doomed to eternal darkness?
MY: Hey guys, I'm Mary (MY), welcome to the blog. Since your creator is a little shy, I thought I would ask you - the
main characters of this series - a few questions. How would that be?
Lureli : Of course! What would
you like to know? I could talk about myself all day because, you know, there's
nothing more interesting than a mermaid - not that I am one! I'm really Glisseon, but you land-dwellers always
seem to want to put things into your own perspective, you know? It's all about
you, or the Mer, as the case may be. Flippin' fins! You've got me confused
now...what was I saying? Oh yeah, I guess I'd appreciate a little more
Eleanor : Hunh! Is that even
Aryelle : Could we please just
answer this nice lady's questions?
MY: Thank you, Aryelle. So, you three are really sisters? How so? I mean,
you're so different...?
Aryelle : We are of different
races, true, but we are all sentient Emrysians-
Eleanor : Some of us a little
more aware than others!
Lureli : Was that another
insult? Why you stinking goat-girl!
MY: I can see that you don't always get along-
Eleanor : Ever-
MY: ...which seems pretty normal for siblings. But since you're so
different, could you each tell me a little bit about yourself?
Lureli : I'll go first. (eye
roll from Eleanor) Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I'm
from under the sea. My people are gorgeous and fun-loving, and we live forever
- provided a barracuda doesn't eat us or anything. We're all female except for
a few Mermen that we have shape-changed into proper mates over the years. Not
that I have one of my own. Well, actually...I do have servants, but most of
them still live on shore-
Eleanor : She doesn't need to
hear about your exploits! I'm an Aurrac fauen. I hunt, I fight, and I can beat
any ram in hand to hoof combat with one hand tied. Period. Aryelle?
Aryelle : (sighs) My name is
Aryelle, Daughter of Elazaryn, El'Kandhar of the Ka'Andharra Empaya, and heir
to the exalted Seat. I do not yet know my true calling, though I am a healer by
nature. This is why I must set out on questanna - to learn how to use my gifts
to heal the rift between my people and the Naturra. That, and to somehow
overcome the Kra'Nochta Empa'ana - the Reign of Shadow - that is encroaching
over all of Emrysia.
MY: Wow - that's a heavy load for one so young! What do you do for fun?
Aryelle : Healing others is
rewarding enough. I do not crave fun...though occasionally I visit the aviary
or stroll the gardens.
MY: How about you two?
Eleanor : I hunt. I fight.
Lureli : Okay then, goat-girl!
We Glisseon have all sorts of entertainments. There's swimming, of course, and
manta ray hunts, tuna races, reef tag, catch-the-clown fish, talent shows, the
Coral Salons, the Asylum, midnight sing-a-longs on shore, urchin juice parties,
Eleanor : I've seen you eat;
it's not a pretty sight!
Lureli : Why, you-
MY: How about your most embarrassing moments?
Lureli : I'd rather not say...
Eleanor : When Gord and me were
fighting and he knocked me flat on my-... my rear. I didn't even see it coming!
Aryelle : Sliding down that
muddy bank into the Swamps of Dire; what a foul place! I can still smell that
slime when my wings get wet...
MY: What is the strangest thing
about your homeland, Emrysia?
All three : Mandelbrot!!!
MY: Does anyone know what your author is working on next?
Lureli : (sticking out her
tongue at Eleanor) Yes - a prequel!
Eleanor : I heard a sequel.
Aryelle : Actually, she is
working on both, plus another volume going more in depth with some of our
support characters. She also mentioned something about a memoir, a collection
of daily motivational essays, and several children's picture books. She is quite
prolific. Someday, perhaps we, too, will each find and fulfill our true
Extract: From Emrysia Endurance: Vol. II of the Three
Sisters Trilogy, by C.A. Morgan
“Well then, where is Aryelle? Why isn’t she
back yet?” Lureli was more than a little frustrated at finding herself back at
Rona’s warren, but mostly at being there alone with Eleanor. They were standing
outside in the first rays of morning sunlight. The moment she opened her eyes
and saw where she was she had bolted up the tunnel, leaving Eleanor to follow. Now
Eleanor was trying none too patiently to explain.
“I had to get you back first.
I thought you might resist coming.”
“You were right! I never even
made it home! It’s not fair!”
Eleanor snorted. “Who said
any of this was fair? Do you think I enjoyed seeing my people slaughter each
other? Do you think…” she swallowed a painful lump, “do you think I asked for any
“No, but…my father, my men-”
“-are as good as dead to you,
if they aren’t already! Get that through your thick fish skull! We’re all we’ve
got, sister, for now at least.”
Lureli’s chin began to
quiver. One lone, fat tear rolled down her cheek. “But you tricked me!” she
“Yeah? How’d I do that?”
“You know how; by pretending
to be my dead mother!”
Eleanor looked at her as if
she’d just grown horns. “What do you mean? I didn’t trick you. I didn’t even
know your mother was dead! All I did was come back here to the Maze of Ages and
say your name – just once!” she added preemptively, since Lureli looked about
to argue. She heaved an exasperated sigh and began to stomp back inside.
As much as Lureli hated being
alone with Eleanor, being alone without her would be worse. She called after
her. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”
Without looking back, Eleanor
grunted. “I’m calling Aryelle.”
Lureli gulped. “Is that
really all it took?”
Eleanor returned far enough to
glare at her. “I didn’t even know if it would work, okay? I thought I was
wasting my time on some crazy idea that prophesy planted in my head.” She threw
up her hands and began pacing. “I almost left. But then, I started wandering
around here, trying to figure out the Maze, and where the two of you might be.
I figured Aryelle could only be in her treehouse, but who knew where you might
have ended up. Except-” she strode back to where Lureli stood, stopping only
when they were hoof to toe. “Except I muttered your name out loud, and suddenly,
here you were. Conjured up like a bad memory. It doesn’t matter anymore where
you were…or who you were with, or how happy they made you. All that matters is
that none of us can get out of being Chosen, like it or not. We’ve got a job to
do, so let’s just do it and get it over with!”
At that very moment, Aryelle
walked out of the warren. “Shall we be about it, then?” she asked.
They stared, dumbfounded. She
was dressed like a fairy queen, all in colorful silks, her delicate feet
swathed in fine slippers. Glowing like a lamp in the rosy morning light, her
wings shimmered against the backdrop of the warren. More importantly though,
they noted, she was no longer blind.
“You can see again!” cried
“That is a long story.
Perhaps someday we will have time to share our tales. Now we have more
important matters to discuss.”
“What are you doing here? I didn’t even call
you yet,” blurted Eleanor.
“You must have. I heard
someone clearly speak my name as I wandered the gardens,” said Aryelle walking
between them, “-and knew it was time to return. I turned around a hedge, and
suddenly, I was here.”
“Well, that’s strange! I
spoke one name and one name only: Lureli. I might have thought of you both, but-”
“It seems that was all it
took,” Aryelle told her. “As prophesy foretold, the eldest beaconed, and her
sisters came. The Chosen are reunited.”
“Look, not to interrupt our
little ‘family’ reunion, but that just doesn’t make sense, and I’m tired of not
knowing what’s going on. I’m not going anywhere, or doing anything either of
you says, until I get some answers!” Lureli planted her hands on her hips and
Eleanor shot her a murderous
glance and took a step toward her, but Aryelle laid a restraining hand on her
arm. A look, and more, passed between the two of them.
Eleanor backed off, taking a
deep breath to calm herself; why the mermaid brought out the worst in her she
didn’t know, but for some reason she always did. “Well then, let’s get caught
up so we can just get on with it, how’s that sound? You first, Little Miss Shellfish.”
Where can I purchase this fabulous series?
About the author
C. A. Morgan is not only an author/illustrator
and armchair theorist, but an incredibly talented home chef who doesn't believe
in the zombie apocalypse --- although she does hoard food in an amazingly
well-stocked pantry. Equipped with a degree in Commercial Art from Michigan's
Ferris State University, she has worked in a variety of related and teaching
fields, and now calls Vermont's Northeast Kingdom home. She loves sharing rural
life with her husband and their five exceptional children, seasonal livestock
and occasional moose. Portraiture - both visual and literary - is her forte.
She enjoys layering the aesthetic with functionality in her richly drawn
fictional characters as much as in her "illuminated" art furniture.
Encouraging others to develop their talents is her lifelong passion. Living out
her dream, she hopes everyone reading this will take a chance, make a change,
and work their butts off to make their own dreams come true!