What do you like to do in your spare time?
What spare time?:) I enjoy travelling, playing volleyball and reading. And someday, when I have more time, I hope to get back to playing the cello.
If you had to do it all over again, what would you do?
Depends on what "it" is—if I could go back to when I was in high school—I would have focused more on the arts. I would have designed my house a little different, and I would have used ALL that time I had before the kids were born to write, write and write. If I had to write Poison Study again, I really wouldn't change that much. Maybe add in a few more elements so I can use them in the fourth book.
The Master Magicians of Sitia
She was the strongest magician in Sitia, and the leader of the Sitian Council. Her underworld guide was Ying Lung—a sky dragon. Like all the Master Magicians, Roze could use magic to move objects (including people), to heal or inflict physical harm, to light fires, for mental communication, and to read minds. Reading minds washer strongest skill and she was frequently called to interrogate criminals. Her control of fire was also the best in the land. When she was younger, she used to entertain her fellow students with fire dances—a complex ballet of individual flames set to music.
Roze was born in Robin's Nest, a small town in the Featherstone Clan lands. Her parents died when she was a child and she has no other living relatives. Statuesque, she had a powerful build, amber-colored eyes, and almost black skin. Her hair was pure white and cut into a military buzz cut. She liked to wear long cotton sleeveless dresses. Like all the Master Magicians, Roze never married and has no children.
Was the second most powerful magician in Sitia. As a member of the Sitian Council, he imparts wisdom and knowledge whether the Council members want it or not. His underworld guide is Fei Lian—a wind leopard. His strongest magical skill is mental communication. His range of communication with other magicians is much further than the other Masters. He enjoys history and is the reigning expert in Sitia's long history. He also loves to document current events in Sitia for future generations.
He was born in the Red Hills of the Bloodgood Clan lands. The youngest of three sons, Bain would rather read than play. His fondness for long, brightly colored robes has earned him the nickname of Wizard. His curly white/gray hair is frequently unkempt and messy.
Third most powerful magician in Sitia, Zitora is the youngest of the Masters. Her underworld guide is Kioh Twan—a unicorn. Her strongest magical skill is being able to control other people's minds and bodies. While she won't control a person's mind unless absolutely necessary, she will freeze them for self-defense. She abhors violence and spent much time avoiding the weapons training required for the Keep's students. Zitora is very sweet and has a difficult time earning respect from her fellow magicians and trust from her fellow Masters.
She was born in Booruby, the capital of the Cowan Clan lands. She was raised by her older sister and has no memory of her parents. Her hair is very long and honey-brown in color and matches her skin tone. She has pale yellow-colored eyes and is as cute as a kitten, which doesn't help her in being taken serious.
Last of the Masters in power, Irys brings a serious determination to the Sitian Council. Her underworld guide is Pyong—a hawk, which matches her no nonsense personality. Irys's strongest magic is healing, both mental and physical. She is the only magician able to sneak into Ixia without being caught, and has set up a whole other persona when she's in Ixia as a hawk mistress. She keeps in top physical condition and enjoys hunting with her red-tailed hawks.
Born in the tiny port town of Pearl Bay, Irys is the oldest child of two girls. Her younger sister, Lily is married with four children and lives a few blocks from their parents. Irys has black shoulder-length hair that is always pulled into a severe bun. Her almond-shaped eyes are emerald green and her skin has a beautiful bronze tone.
Research: Kiki – the Magical Horse
One of my favorite aspects of writing is doing research. In Poison Study, I studied how to taste foods for certain flavors and textures. With Magic Study, I needed to learn how to ride a horse. Having grown up in Philadelphia, I had zero knowledge about horses. My friend, Susan offered to teach this city girl how to ride her horse, Kiki.
Kiki, an American Saddlebred, is 16.1 hands tall. While I can't tell you exactly how high that is, sitting on her for the very first time, I felt I was about ten feet from the hard, hard ground below. I was wearing a helmet, but it seemed inadequate for protection – full body armor would have been more preferable to me. And it didn't help my nerves when Kiki's head went straight up, her left ear cocked back, and she gave me the eye without turning around. With almost 360 degree vision, she only needed to move her head a little to keep me in sight. And I knew she was plotting how to dump this stranger on her back into the nearest mud puddle.
Kiki though was a perfect horse for a terrified beginner. At 22 years of age, she had seen it all, and we spent many hours slowly walking around the training ring. It was July, she was hot and I probably could have gotten off and pushed her faster. The pace was soothing for me and soon I was feeling my.…well…oats, and wanted more excitement than doing figure 8's at 1 mph.
Once I felt comfortable, Susan started teaching me how to guide Kiki into a trot. Although Susan insisted that Kiki is a Cadillac of horses, the bone-jarring gait threatened to dump me onto the ground. Susan has an English saddle—the one without the horn, and, in my mind, the one without anything to hold onto—so posting was required. When it comes to posting letters, I'm a pro, but the equestrian posting—where you raise your body with your legs to the movement of the horse so you're butt's not slammed into the saddle with every step—was beyond my abilities.
Eventually Kiki and I graduated from the training yard to the trail, and I was getting rather cocky. We were having fun without Susan reminding me to keep my heels down and straighten my back. Trotting and walking with trees and wildlife all around. Peaceful, idyllic, singing with the birds until Kiki startled and did a 180 on me. She went right, but I flew left.
Remember how I said there was no horn on the saddle to hold? Well Susan's been telling me for weeks to grab Kiki's mane if I was going to fall (she won't feel pain—I checked) and she did a great job of training me. I automatically grabbed her mane, and Kiki, a very smart horse, stopped dead while I pulled myself back up from the brink. All my cockiness was gone in a flash. Although, I still think Kiki didn't really get spooked, she just wanted to stop my singing ;>
It was a scary, fun and interesting time. I learned about horses and I learned about myself. Mainly, that I like to be in complete control. Even though I held the reins, I knew Kiki was in charge.
Research: The Study of Fire
I thought I would relate a little of my own sizzling adventures in the world of molten glass. In order to write the scenes with Opal, I signed up for a class in glass blowing (gotta love this job).
The first day of glass class, the teacher made it look so easy to gather a slug of glass. But when it was my turn—yikes! It was HOT! The big cistern of molten glass is kept in a rip roaring furnace at a toasty 2100 degrees Fahrenheit. I held a metal rod, and, while squinting through an eye-melting orange light, I dipped the end into the thick goo and spun it, gathering a glob of glass onto the end. The incandescent glob glowed as if alive.