The Midnight Sea
Fourth Element, #1
by Kat Ross
Publication date: May 10th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
They are the light
against the darkness.
The steel against the necromancy of the Druj.
And they use demons to hunt demons….
BLURB
They are the light against the
darkness.
The steel against the necromancy
of the Druj.
And they use demons to hunt
demons….
Nazafareen lives for revenge. A
girl of the isolated Four-Legs Clan, all she knows about the King’s elite Water
Dogs is that they bind wicked creatures called daevas to protect the empire
from the Undead. But when scouts arrive to recruit young people with the gift,
she leaps at the chance to join their ranks. To hunt the monsters that killed
her sister.
Scarred by grief, she’s willing
to pay any price, even if it requires linking with a daeva named Darius. Human
in body, he’s possessed of a terrifying power, one that Nazafareen controls.
But the golden cuffs that join them have an unwanted side effect. Each
experiences the other’s emotions, and human and daeva start to grow dangerously
close.
As they pursue a deadly foe
across the arid waste of the Great Salt Plain to the glittering capital of
Persepolae, unearthing the secrets of Darius’s past along the way, Nazafareen
is forced to question his slavery—and her own loyalty to the empire. But with
an ancient evil stirring in the north, and a young conqueror sweeping in from
the west, the fate of an entire civilization may be at stake…
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My eyes
flew open at the crack of dawn. I groaned and rubbed my forehead. My scalp
tingled, an icy, unpleasant sensation. I knew right away where Darius was and
what he was doing. It was another side effect of the bond, I’d discovered. I
could feel his heart beating. I knew that one of his boots was too tight. I
could shut my eyes and tell you exactly where he was, even if he was hundreds
of leagues away.
Why had no one told me what it would be like? I supposed Tijah
did, but this was much worse than I’d expected. Much, much worse.
I threw on my new scarlet tunic and marched down to the river.
Tendrils of mist swirled through the dead reeds at the edge. It was late autumn
and the air had a dank chill that promised snow.
My daēva stood there, stripped to the waist, pouring water over
his head with his right hand. He wore a gold faravahar on a chain around his
neck, its eagle wings spread wide. His left arm lay at his side, grey and dead.
I stared at his shoulder, at the juncture where smooth skin met rough. His Druj
curse.
It slowed me for a moment, seeing that pathetic arm, but I wasn’t
yet ready to forgive him for waking me. That was my excuse, anyway. Of course,
what really angered me was the terrible realization that I was burdened with a
sorrow not my own, but that bled me nonetheless. What really angered me was him—everything
about him.
He was calmer this morning, but I wasn’t. I stopped about twenty
feet away. He didn’t turn around although he knew I was there.
“It’s nice that you’re so pious,” I said. “But don’t you think
it’s a little early to be down here performing the morning rites?”
He paused, then dumped the last of the water from the bowl. I felt
the cold trickle down my spine and my lips tightened.
“I was taught by the magi to come at first light,” Darius said.
“Did you expect to sleep in? I’m afraid that’s not the way it works for Water
Dogs.” He smiled, and we both knew it was fake. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you
in some way.”
I stared at him, at the dark hair plastered across his forehead,
his stubborn mouth. He looked so human. And yet there was something in the way
Darius held himself, perfectly at ease in his own skin. Still but coiled,
like the wolves I’d seen in the mountains.
“You haven’t offended me in the least,” I said. “I suppose you
need the blessing more than I do.”
I spun on my heel and walked away, knowing I had wounded him. A
small stab to my own heart. And I felt slightly ashamed. But that wasn’t the
end of it. Then I felt his satisfaction at my shame. And my own anger that he
knew and was glad.
And then his amusement at my anger!
I stalked off, determined to think nothing, to feel nothing, ever
again.
If only it were that easy.
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Author Info
Kat Ross
worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily
falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She lives in
Westchester with her kid and a few sleepy cats. Kat is also the author of the
dystopian thriller Some Fine Day (Skyscape, 2014), about a world where the sea
levels have risen sixty meters. She loves magic, monsters and doomsday
scenarios. Preferably with mutants.
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Despicable You:
Writing Great Villains
I have a
confession to make—one that some of you might share. My favorite characters are
usually the awful ones. The ones who do terrible things without a shred of remorse.
The ones that I'm dying to see get their comeuppance, but not before they push
our beloved protagonist to the very edge and nearly destroy everything in the
story we care about. Yes, I'm talking about the villains.
Think the
viscerally creepy Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar from Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. The icily elegant Mrs.
Coulter from Philip Pullman's His Dark
Materials trilogy. Elizabeth Wein's SS-Hauptsturmführer von Linden in Code Name Verity, who we only meet
second-hand but is terrifying nonetheless.
Villains can make
or break a book. When they're boring or one-dimensional or clichéd, there's no
tension and the plot deflates with that sad wheezing noise balloons make when
you stick with them with a hatpin. But when they're done right, meaning that
they are an actual character and not
simply a clunky device to test the hero, they help keep the stakes of the story
high and the reader turning pages late into the night.
In The Midnight Sea, King Artaxeros II is
the obvious villain, but he's also a bit abstract—you don't meet him until more
than halfway through, and then only briefly. So I needed another antagonist.
One who you really get to know. One who has some admirable traits but, as the
pressures of the plot slowly pile up, becomes something much darker. Without
giving away too many spoilers, I'll just say that I spent as much or more time
thinking about him as about my main characters, Nazafareen and Darius. If
you're going to have a colossal betrayal, the reader had better care about everyone
involved or it just won't have much emotional impact.
So here are a
few tips on writing unforgettable villains.
First off, all
this is very subjective. What gives me cold sweats might make you laugh
yourself silly. So you might start by think about which villains in film, TV,
books, wherever, have resonated the most and why. Is it the prosthetic hook?
The creepy Malkovich-esque voice? The mask of sanity they wear with their family
when they're not committing grisly deeds? Once you know what disturbs you in the
deepest, most primal part of your monkey brain, channel that quality in your
own bad guy.
Okay, this one
I cannot emphasize enough: give the villain motivation that readers can relate
to, even if it's totally twisted. So they're power-hungry. Why? Is it because they
have a secret crush on someone they want to impress? Or maybe they're
compensating for a horrible childhood, or their dog needs an expensive
operation, or their ideas of right and wrong are simply skewed beyond repair? I
like to think that even the worst villain has something they care about.
Balthazar, a necromancer who gets a starring turn in the second book of my
series, is madly in love with his wicked queen. Yes, he does terrible things.
But everything he does, he does for her.
Rachel Aaron
has an awesome blog
post on character development where she breaks it down into the deceptively
simple formula below. The key is to understand that what a character wants and why
they want it are two separate things and as a writer, you need to be very clear
on both.
What do you want? (Goal)
Why do you want it? (Motivation)
What's stopping you? (Conflict)
If you have
trouble, you can also try flipping the story and imagining it from the
villain's point of view. You might be surprised at what you discover. Setting
aside hockey-masked killers and comic book arch-bad guys, a good villain could potentially be the protagonist if he or she weren't
quite so extreme.
In my first
book, the sci-fi thriller Some Fine Day,
one of the most despicable characters is a military doctor who's deliberately
infected innocent people with a super-nasty Level Four virus. But as she calmly
explains to the main character, the project is simply a response to their
enemies engineering a similar plague. From her point of view, it's a matter of
self-defense.
Effective villains
often embody an exaggerated version of the same things your hero is conflicted
about. That's very much the case in The
Midnight Sea, where both Nazafareen and her antagonist face a similar choice
but react in opposite ways. This is where we dig down deep and see what our
characters are made of. Often, it is the villain's inability to change and grow
and face the truth (external or internal) that proves to be their undoing.
So now that
you’ve got a fantastic, fully fleshed out villain that rivals Moriarty or
Lecter, what's the best way to get them across to the reader? Well, if the
story is third person, you can give your villain their own POV. Jack Torrance
in The Shining is one of my all-time
favorites because we get to watch him slide slowly into madness over the course
of several hundred pages. But the scariest part comes just before he's lost it
completely. We know he's probably going to do some very bad things, but there's
still an unpredictable quality to him. In our hearts, we still vainly hope that
his love for his wife and kid will somehow triumph over the evil ghosts running
the Overlook Hotel, which makes it SO much worse when Jack finally,
irretrievably snaps.
As King says, “This
inhuman place makes human monsters.” And those are always the scariest kind.
Anyway, thanks
for reading! For tons more on villains, I highly recommend Bullies,
Bastards And Bitches: How To Write The Bad Guys Of Fiction by Jessica
Morrell.
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