I’m a full-time author.
- What is the hardest thing about being an author?
The insecurity. Every author I know or have read about goes through the “Imposter Syndrome” whenever they sit down to write. Most everyone has issues with self-esteem, but—oh boy—does it have hold of anyone who is in the arts.
- What is the best thing about being an author?
Creating worlds and “seeing” my characters come to life.
- Have you ever been starstruck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?
I tend not to want to meet anyone famous. I want to keep the illusion of who I think they are. That said, I did meet Anne Rice once and babbled fairly incoherently for a minute or two while she politely nodded.
- What book changed your life?
I imagine it was the first book I was able to read all by myself. From that moment on I learned that there are so many stories out there and I wanted to find them all.
- What were some of your favorite books growing up?
Charlotte’s Web was my absolute favorite, also Agatha Christie novels, and books on mythology. In my teens I was really into books that had been made into movies, although I didn’t quite get that some of those books were written from the screenplay rather than the other way around.
- What books are currently in your to be read pile?
The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli
Home Before Dark by Riley Sager
A Stitch in Crime by Justin Robinson
- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?
Audiobooks are my least favorite only because I would rather hear the voice in my head reading it than someone else. As for the other two, either works for me.
- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?
Probably the world of the Harry Potter books but only if I could be a wizard because I’ve done the muggle thing.
After the Stars Appeared
A Lizard Queen Tale
H.L. Cherryholmes
Genre: Fantasy
Date of Publication: 8/10/20
ISBN: 8654919922
ASIN: B08D8KRBX5
Number of pages: 299
Word Count: 109,517
Cover Artist: Ryan Vale
Tagline: What if you knew the world surrounding you wasn’t the one you started out in?
Book Description:
Consumed by that question and feeling as though she’s lost part of herself, Uyazani despises this unfamiliar world. Glittering stars in the night sky are as abnormal to her as the pressing need to conceal her true origins.
Once a low-ranking soldier and now a special deputy for the Queen, she traverses the landscape in search of others who share her memory of a world past. When she locates one who seems to have discovered a possible way back, she grows fiercely determined to use his information to return to their world. But his mind is not what it once was, nor is Uyazani the only one who wants him to unlock the secret. She finds herself in a deadly tug of war with others who have darker intentions.
With time running out, she must either quickly unite his fractured memories to uncover the way home, or accept that the world she longs for will be forever out of reach.
Excerpt:
She pulled down
the exaggerated point of her wimple to better shadow her face. Adding a veil
had been an option, but doing so would indicate she belonged to a cryptic sect,
and that would only bring about questions. She’d chosen a dark-brown, long
jacket and tall black boots for the same reason she’d chosen not to attach a
veil. Should she be noticed, she would look like any of the hundreds of
proselytizers rampant here in the Lower. She’d counted on this when she’d first
learned where he was, and so far, the disguise had worked. No one had given her
a second glance. Not that anyone should, really, not this far south; but on the
off chance someone here was from Queensperch in the Upper and had perhaps
visited High Palace in any sort of capacity, it was best to remain
inconspicuous. Although she planned to continue the ruse while speaking with
the asylum holder, she was nevertheless prepared to reveal herself, should it
come to that. It wouldn’t, though. The heavy purse thumping against her thigh,
as she followed an asylum worker down the narrow corridor, would be enough of
an introduction. She doubted she’d even need to make up a name for herself.
Left alone in
the asylum holder’s cramped study, she took another look at the letter—not the
one that had been sent to inform her of his presence here in the asylum, but
the letter that he had sent to the palace librarian. Many of the words were
smudged and had been long before she’d slipped it into her trouser pocket prior
to leaving the Upper. Because of the smudges in the center crease she guessed
the ink hadn’t quite dried when the page was folded and handed over to whomever
would help to smuggle it out of a castle and into a palace. At the top of the
parchment, however, one line stood out clearly:
When a world
expands history swells
The rest of the
sentence, as well as the rest of the letter, was impossible to see in the
dimness, but she didn’t need to; she’d read it so many times that she was
certain she could recite the missive from memory. This was the letter
confirming the possibility—a very strong possibility—that she could return to
where she belonged. She carefully refolded it and returned it to her pocket.
Gaslights
flickering against the walls cast an unsettling glow that made it seem as if
objects in the room moved ever so slightly when not looked at directly. She
wondered if this was purposeful. The occupants of this place surely needed no
help in being unsettled, so it had to be for visitors. Probably to get them to
leave quickly. The asylum would need more than an onerous ambiance to deter
her. She’d come a long way and had no intention of leaving without the one whom
she’d come for. Sweat gathered at the bottom of her wimple.
About the Author:
H.L. Cherryholmes, author of The Lizard Queen series, A Slight Touch, Come Back for Me, and The Reminisce was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico but has spent most of his life in California. He has a BFA from the University of New Mexico and a Master’s degree in Playwriting from the University of California, Los Angeles. Currently, he lives in Southern California with his husband, Ron Cogan.
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