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I’ve talked about this a little before, but I’ve had a new story come out since then and talking to James Durham and his family has me a little amped, so I’m laying it out here for you. I’ve put out three stories in my Children of Legend series so far. They’re all intended to be prequels and as such aren’t fully intended to stand alone, but I hope they do. I want them to give you a taste of the universe and they characters in it. I want to make these young people as realistic as you can make any protagonist and perhaps more so than you might get in some YA fiction. Let me tell you a little about them, perhaps a little more than you’ll get in the stories to date, in hopes that I’ll whet your appetite.

Marcus Killian Feaney, aka Mark, is the protagonist in “X Marks the Spot”. I identify quite a bit with this young man. Raised by a single mom, he led a largely unremarkable life until he went digging in the woods one day. What he uncovered there gave him important, but very subtle powers over the people and environment around him. He’s a bit of a brain thief, stealing intelligence from those around him and using it for himself. He also has low powered telekinesis, able to lift and finely manipulate objects under five pounds. Mark is an idealist, or so he would have you believe. He’s of the opinion that the world can be shaped into a utopia and he’s just the boy to do it. He’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Maria Perez gets introduced in “Here, There Be Dragons”. Saved from a local gang by her kindly boss, she is given a great deal of power when she takes the form of the Tarasque. Surrounded by gang violence, she lost a number of friends and family members and is determined to use her power where the authorities can’t or won’t. I’ve often called her my universe’s Batman.

The most recent character to be introduced is Ross “Rose” Covington in “Compass Rose”. A transgender teen, Rose is the white knight of the bunch. She stands up to a bully and ends up in the hospital for her trouble. The mysterious alien boxes that granted all three people their powers gives her control over the perception of reality. She can produce illusions of incredible beauty and can pierce any deception presented to her. She’s wary of her abilities though and is reluctant to use them for fear of what they could turn her into.

There’s a fourth character that hasn’t joined the trio yet. I have his story in the back of my mind. The young immigrant, brought to our shores against his wishes, will have to figure out how to survive in a strange land. Being invisible socially and physically will help him, but only to a degree.

All three stories are available on Smashwords for whatever you’d like to pay for them or on Amazon for $.99. My plan is to release a story every month in 2012. Each of these characters will get three tales, somewhere in the ten to twelve thousand word range. I’ll stagger who gets the spotlight and each one of the stories will be stand alone, but be part of an over all “seasonal” arc. I’d also like to release these as a podcast, though when that happens will be up in the air.

Wish me luck and have a look at what I have out so far!

I’ve run into this as a writer and a reader a few times. No, not an actual brick wall, though as someone who used to read and walk at the same time I’ve come close. Preconceived notions have stopped readers from trying my work and has stopped me from reading others.

In the first case, I have two good examples. There are people who didn’t listen to Archangel because they were afraid I would preach at them. I also recently had a reader who said that they didn’t typically read any stories featuring gay/lesbian/trans characters because they tended to bash conservatives. This could have stopped them from reading “Compass Rose”. Thankfully, there are people that climb over the brick wall of preconceived notions and find the garden inside.

I’m not above this, myself. These days I tend to stay away from anything that looks like traditional/epic fantasy. Too often, the author is rehashing the same old tropes and I get bored. I’m sure that as a result I’m missing out. I could very well have missed out on Ravenwood if I had stuck to my guns. I’m glad I didn’t.

So I have two questions, which I think is really just one question. How do we avoid this? As writers, how can we encourage readers to check out our takes on stories they may be disinclined to look at? As readers, how do we open our minds to the possibility that we’ll find a gem in an unexpected place? Is it a matter of the right cover or book jacket blurb? Is it possible at all?

To answer that I guess the real question is, what made you pick up that book that you would have ordinarily avoided?

This story takes place in the same universe as X Marks the Spot and will be my own take on a super hero universe. It will owe a little bit to the Wild Cards series of books. This is a WIP and is covered by the Creative Commons License below.

Read Pt. 1 here.

Ben flinched.

Jackson balled up his fist. “Nah. We were just hanging out and this little queer got too nosy for its own good.”

I drew back at the smell of cigarette smoke on his breath. “Sneaking a smoke out behind the school and you got caught. No reason to beat up a little kid.”

“She was going to tell the teachers. Things got out of hand.” Jackson bent down as though to help Dawn up.

“You leave her alone and get the hell out of here, before I finish what she started. I saw Mr. Reed out by the shop class. He could be here in two minutes and you two would be out of school for the rest of the year.”

“No. You can’t do that. I won’t be able to run track and we’re doing good this year.” As handsome as Ben was, his world was all about that asphalt oval. “You can’t tell on us. She’ll be okay.”

“I won’t tell if you just get lost.”

Jackson punched Ben in the chest. “Come on big guy, let’s leave these two queers alone.” He looked down at me. “I’ll talk with you later.”

The boys turned and left the yard, and I stooped down again.

“Can you stand up, buddy?” I rested one hand on her shoulder.

“I… I think so. If you help.”

I could tell that she was going to have a black eye at least. The nose bleed wasn’t bad. The way she winced when I got her to her feet meant that she had a few bruises around her ribs. Together we eased to the building.

Dawn stopped us halfway. “You’re not gonna tell are you?”

“Do you want me to?”

“No. I think that would just make things worse.”

There was a lot of wisdom there. Even then I realized that and how horrible that truth was. Both of us had seen movies and heard talks about bullying, but on the schoolyard tattletales always paid double. If I told then she would get another beating whether she did or not. “I’ll leave that up to you. If you tell then I’ll say that I saw everything. If you decide not to then mum’s the word.”

Mr. Reed was still talking to the Robotics teacher. When they saw us come in, Mr. Reed said something I’d never heard him say in class. We were whisked to the office in short order. Dawn claimed that she had fallen from the monkey bars. That was plausible, but I would know later in life that the look Ms. Mayhew had given her was called incredulous. We would all know by the summer of our Sophomore year that her previous husband had beaten her more than once. That’s why she was a Ms. now.

Once everything was calm, I excused myself.

“Are you sure that you don’t want one of us to take you home?”

I shook my head. “No, thank you, Mr. Reed. I only live a couple of blocks away and there’s still plenty of light.”

“Okay. But be careful.”

I nodded solemnly. In a world where you could get a beating for being in the wrong place at the wrong time though, no amount of care was capable of protecting you from getting hurt eventually.

I left by the back way again. There was a shortcut to my house through the woods at the edge of the school property. I could get there in around eight minutes. Four minutes into my walk I hit the thicket and smelled smoke. That was when I felt something hit me between the shoulder blades. I blacked out before I even felt my face hit the thorn bush.

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Compass Rose by Scott Roche is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at www.scottroche.com.