A Hero’s Voice
Whether the hero of a romantic story is alpha or
not-so-alpha, misguided or misjudged; I think readers look for one common
element. They want him to have a moral compass, and make choices that are just.
Or maybe that’s just me.
Sometimes it isn’t as obvious. I’ll admit some of the heroes
from my favorite books and movies are the ones who walk a thin line between
good and evil. They are fighting their past or some inner demons. Or maybe they
are fighting the angelic voice inside them and will cross the line for the
greater good or the ultimate goal.
If I had to pick a favorite heroic archetype, it would
probably be the wounded alpha. You know the guy: he’s strong, but cold. He has
defensive walls in place because he’s been hurt—maybe from a past woman, maybe
it was a past circumstance—and he’s not going to let anyone in.
Not ever.
Until he meets the heroine. And she chips at those walls
until they crumble around him.
I’ve also been known to get a little woozy for the
anti-hero.
Have even written a few.
In the end, however, my favorite kind of hero does what’s
right, even if it’s a sacrifice.
Even if it costs him that ultimate goal.
Such is the case with Tristan in Council Courtship my novella follow up to
Fairyproof.
When I decided that the rest of his house had been
banished or had fled the realm because of their support of Eero (from Fairyproof) I knew that he had to
be committed to something. Anyone – hero or not – that remains loyal to
something when everyone else in his entire family walked away has to have
conviction to that cause.
When your motives are questioned, it may be easy to
succumb to what other’s believe about you. Many humans –
and even a few fairies – would be tempted to give up on the cause of their
heart, but ultimately a hero will stay the course, even if he stays down a side
road here and there.
Do you have a set of guidelines for your favorite type of
hero? Can an anti-hero make your heart go pitter-patter?
Council Courtship
When Tristan Ipsly becomes
eligible to fill a vacated Council seat, he thinks his chances are
non-existent. Especially since he is the sole member to a house the fell to the
revolution and his contender Edwin Vettore is an elder from a house that
adheres to Canon teachings.
If fairykind has a chance at survival, it will come on Tristan’s wings of change. Or so Quinn Vettore believes. But voicing her support for Tristan will anger her grandfather, and he’s the one man who can stand in the way of a courtship between Quinn and Tristan.
Will Edwin successfully keep both Quinn and the position out Tristan’s grasp, or will the Council yield to change.
If fairykind has a chance at survival, it will come on Tristan’s wings of change. Or so Quinn Vettore believes. But voicing her support for Tristan will anger her grandfather, and he’s the one man who can stand in the way of a courtship between Quinn and Tristan.
Will Edwin successfully keep both Quinn and the position out Tristan’s grasp, or will the Council yield to change.
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An Excerpt From Council Courtship
From his chosen perch high on the steps to Council Hall, Tristan took
another bite of the round, red fruit he’d purchased earlier in the day and then
wiped away the sweet juice that escaped down his chin.
Though there was more traffic milling around the square and
marketplace than he’d seen in many cycles of the moon, it felt empty compared
to a few short seasons ago.
Fairykind was on the brink of extinction, and he knew that issue alone
was the most important one on everyone’s mind.
He had answers. Real solutions. If only they’d give him a chance.
As he scanned the crowd, his gaze zeroed in on Quinn as she entered
the square side by side with Edwin.
Tristan took another bite of the
primson, hoping to satisfy the hunger no food could sate. He tried to tear his stare from her, but his lust would not be
denied. He found himself looking at her again.
If Tristan believed Edwin would allow him Quinn’s company at the
festivities, he was a fool. Nor would Edwin ever let a near outcast bind with a
Vettore. Clean and pure bloodlines: that was what most elders still longed for.
Funny how it was the message behind Eero’s revolution and the sin for
which his house had been punished.
Midway across the square, Edwin turned to Quinn and appeared to say
his goodbyes before separating and continuing toward the hall. He climbed the steps
but breezed by Tristan without even acknowledging him.
Turning back, Tristan hoped for one lingering look at Quinn. Her gaze
was fixated on the hall behind him. After a moment, her focus zeroed in on him
and she approached.
His palms began to sweat and he rubbed them against the light fabric
of his pants. She couldn’t be seeking him out. Yet she stopped in front of him,
blocking the warmth of the sun and casting a shadow.
“Tristan Ipsly, I should be angry at you.”
“What did I do now?” The sharp, defensive tone was habitual, so many
included him in his family’s crimes. Still, it was more than what this
situation called for and he regretted it.
She laughed as she sat down next to him, nudging his knee with hers.
“You didn’t buy that primson in my
family’s shop. It’s the only food we don’t grow.”
Her laughter tickled his ear and the tightness in his shoulders eased.
“You caught me!” He bit the last bit of flesh from the pit and then held it up
and twisted it in his fingers. “I only bought it for the seed. I can’t figure
out why I haven’t been able to successfully grow one.”
“It’s difficult to cultivate. Only the Pachett house seems to have any
luck with it.”
It didn’t make sense—he’d studied it from every angle. “But why?”
“What I don’t understand is why you’ve taken up farming.”
“To learn.” And a means of protection. If the Council’s favor ever
changed, he needed to be self-sufficient.
Constance Phillips
Constance lives in Ohio with her husband, daughter, and four canine
kids. Her son, now on his own, is planning a wedding, reconfirming that romance
still lives and breathes.
When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, she spends
the hours planning a cross-country motorcycle trip with her husband for the
not-so-distant future…if they can find a sidecar big enough for the pups.
You can also follow her on Twitter or friend her on Facebook. She also has pages on Goodreads and Pinterest.
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