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Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock
The Chronicle of A Book One
Date of Publication: July 26th 2013
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 73, 909
Cover Artist: Daniela Owergoor
To Who Ever This May Concern;
I wish I could tell you the contents of this book were purely fictional. That I, Adela Arthur, was just a normal sixteen year old from Portland; that dragons, giants, elves and mermaids were just myths. Legends shared from crazy old grandparents to crazy old grandparents around campfires; after all that is what I used to believe.
I never would have thought they lived on the other side of our mirrors in a world called Cielieu. But they do…
I never would have thought there were humans, better known as Volsin that lived among them with the ability to create light from a single thought. But there are…
I never would have thought I was one of them… But I am…
I am the last Arthur and I was brought to the human world after a Volsin, filled with greed, began to strip the light from our kind.
The human world was supposed to be a safe haven… but he’s found us and the only way to stop him is to go back to Cielieu and begin training as a student in the Elpida Castle of Light.
Like I said I wish the contents of this book were purely fictional and not my life…
“You look nice,” her grandfather told her as she rushed out in to the kitchen to search for the bus pass.
“Grandpapa you’re blind,” she replied, looking inside the fruit platter.
Despite the fact that she was dressed incredibly plain, something she cared less about seeing as how they were poor. She wasn’t joking, Grandpapa Keane was blind, and to the best of Adela’s knowledge, he had always been so. Luckily, he had impeccable hearing, which made his job as a musical instrument repairer quite easy, but not many people went to the local blind man to repair their guitar.
He chuckled under his breath.
“Yes, but I believe you look nice,” he told her in his dry, low voice.
Grandpapa Keane was a somewhat tall man, with silver gray hair that stopped at a little past his shoulders and a large wrinkle creased his forehead. But what made him truly memorable was his dry, scratchy voice. It sounded like he had a smoke stuck in his lungs, which he most likely did with the amount of cigarettes he went through. Grandpapa Keane always made sure to smoke outside whenever he thought she wasn’t paying attention.
“Thank you. Have you seen my bus pass?” She smiled, leaning into the counter beside him.
“Adela that’s cruel. You know I am blind.” He pulled his pale lips in to a thin line before he was unable to control his laughter.
“Ha-ha very funny. But if I cannot find my pass or wallet, I won’t be able to get to school on time. As much I would love that, I would miss my own surprise party.” Her dark long hair swaying as she moved toward the living room to continue her search.
He tried to deny it.
“There is no party,” he claimed.
“Ok grandpapa.” She knew better than to believe him by now. There was a party, there was always a party. The guest list was short; not many people could fit in their run down home at the edge of town.
“It’s in the car.” He laughed at her as he ate a strip of bacon.
“We don’t have a—Grandpapa you didn’t!” she complained. He just ignored her, dragging himself out of the kitchen and through the front door.
There, sitting comfortably in the weed and fungus covered driveway of their home, was a very old black and blue Honda Civic. The colors suited it well; it looked as though it had taken many beatings in its day. The paint was chipping off on its hood; the tires looked depressed and tired. She ran her fingers over it as if to make sure it was really there. Bits of paint came off at her touch.
Adela smiled as she stared at the car before her. “It’s beautiful…” she told.
They could not afford this; she wasn’t sure how he had managed to even get her anything but a bicycle. That was why it was beautiful.
“I had the boy make sure it was safe.” The boy he spoke of was Adela’s best friend, Hector Pelleas, the smartest teen in all of Ashland, if not all of Oregon. You would not think of him to be the car fixing type, but he just knew things.
“Stop overthinking it and go to where ever it is you go during the day,” he said, throwing her the keys before walking inside.
She did not move, just stood there, shocked. She pulled on the door a few times; it seemed the rust on its outer edges had cemented it closed. When she took a seat the engine roared to life with great force before coughing like it realized it was not the grand car it once was in its prime. The whole car itself shook slightly as if it were a tractor-trailer.
“Hello?” she answered her old cell phone with the half broken flip screen.
“Glove compartment. Now go or I will be forced to drive you myself,” Her grandfather said before hanging up.
Opening the compartment it revealed not only her bus pass, next to her wallet, but it also let out a foul odor. One of which Adela did not even want to know the sources of. She pulled out her license with a frown. It was hopefully the last time that thing ever saw the light of day.
With all the technology in the world you would think they would be able to make the pictures flattering, she thought.
Shaking her head at the run down house in front of her, Adela backed out of the driveway. It may have been the first day of fall but it did not seem that way. She had only made it a few blocks from her home when the skies opened; a full on downpour ensuing as a result. But that was Oregon. One-minute perfectly sunny day and the next you’re under a cold waterfall. This was just one of the ways that today was going to suck. She could feel it; she didn’t know why but she had this odd feeling, like something bad was going to happen.
She parked in the student parking lot and watched as the students of Ashland High ran under their jackets and books to avoid the rain like animals clearing a watering hole. High school was a jungle and something bad always happened in the jungle. She double-checked her zipper on her backpack before putting it over her shoulder. As she zipped up her old tattered jacket, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the mad dash she was about to take. The minute the door was open she felt the cold water soak her jeans. Closing the door quickly, she ran as fast as she could into the brick building.
So, this book has been compared to a few biggies! Like say, Harry Potter and the Iron Fey Series. I can see a few similarities, but I’m actually not good at comparing things like because no writer ever sounds like another, and if they do, I start looking at the big “P” word. LOL I’m not thinking that here, but I will agree with the similarities. Anyways, it’s a very interesting story and pretty darn good for a first timer 🙂 The main character is ordinary, or so she thinks. And then the story begins!
Adela starts out as nothing special. You will feel bad for her for losing her parents so young, but she’s got a strong grandfather that raised her. He did everything for her. But after her birthday, some fun things start happening. OK, I say fun, maybe not so fun for her LOL She begins learning a whole new world, and some secrets that could break her. I like Adela, she’s very normal. LOL. By that I mean, she isn’t some crazy butt kicking maniac all of a sudden. She grows into what she becomes. I liked that she also lived a real life up until now.
There are some great side characters. Her grandfather, Jeremy- the HAWT piece bad boy, and Hector- the awesome best friend. Not to mention all the new supernatural creatures you will meet along the way. I am not sure if I am on a “Team” yet. I think I will hold off for the next book just a little bit long 🙂 Each of these will play a big role in Adela’s journey and new discoveries.
I also really enjoyed the plot and the twists. For a first time writer, and the first of the series, I really liked the way it was written. I will say, the school thing had me there on the Harry Potter part. I would have liked a little more explanations on some things and maybe not as many similarities with the schooling. But, the ending was pretty epic and I love being surprised. So, I’m thinking it’ll be extra fun to read book two when it comes out. It was a fun little ride! 3.5 MAGICAL PAWS!!
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
Actually have always loved to write but for some odd reason it didn’t hit me until high school, that it could be my life. I always wrote and told stories for family or close friends. But in my mind I wasn’t “writing” it was more of a way to express myself if that makes sense.
What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
My teachers they pushed me to at least try. I thought there was no way I could write a novel but I did. The very first book I wrote is hiding on my bed. It was more to prove to myself I could do it then share with others.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Within the Adela Arthur? No not at all. I wish I could experience some of the things in Adela Arthur’s life however it’s all made up.
How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?
That’s a hard question because I often times don’t chose. I’ll outline my whole book and as I’m writing something will happen or I will get stuck on a chapter. Next thing I know I’m writing a death scene. I wrote two different versions of Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock one with a Character death and one without. The one without just did not work no matter how badly I wanted it to.
Who do you look up to as a writer?
My all time favorite writers are Mark Twain, Robert Frost, Shel silverstein, and Maya Angelou
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
Honestly I’m not sure. I love my book but I think all writers, or anyone who does “art”, feel as though they could have done something better.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Showing not telling. It’s not as easy as it sounds but I work my hardest to make sure I do.
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
My cover designer, Najia, is amazing! She worked with me perfectly and understood what I was trying to do. I want my cover to be fun and gender natural.
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
Writing is the easiest part. Publishing, marketing all of that is where the real work comes in. I had no idea how hard it would be but in the end it’s worth it.
Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
I would say the Great Gatsby just because it’s such a timeless classic and the symbolism used is genius.
Everyone should read at least one Dr. Seuss book in order to find their inner child.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Believe in the light!
About the Author:
JUDYANN MCCOLE was a senior in high school when she started working on Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock during her history class. It started off as short story for a group of young kids she babysat for and grew into an adventure she herself wanted to go on. She is currently attending college in Virginia. Where she hopes to finish the next adventure in Adela Arthur’s life. She begin writing when she was in middle school most of it was just simple poetry but she was inspired by Maya Angelou and even a little of Dr. Seuss.
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A Big thanks to the author for stopping by!! And, I hope you guys enjoyed today! Happy reading and later gators!