This morning I’m pleased to host the lady who made GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE possible, who fell in love with Grit and pushed me to go deeper in my writing. But we aren’t talking about GRIT today. Laura Maisano has her own story to tell, and a fine one it is! Be sure to scroll down to find links for SCHISM and a rafflecopter giveaway. Thanks for stopping by, Laura, and for… well, everything else!
Digging deep – What themes come
out in SCHISM?
about my book. When I went into writing SCHISM I had a couple of themes I
planned to explore, but writing has a little magic, which revealed other
nuggets of gold I never expected to find. The story created its own vibrant
background and some things resonated much deeper than I anticipated.
ourselves and how do others perceive us? Also, what makes someone who they are?
Is it nature…nurture…a combination of both?
who he truly is because he can’t remember, however he makes choices and has a
personality even without his lost past. The story explores how he changes when
he recovers his memory, and how he stays the same.
mask and shows people a different side than she feels. She expects them to
believe that is her true self, while she knows the real secret inside. So,
there’s always a conflict between what’s shown and what really is. I suspect
Lea isn’t as certain of herself as she lets on.
dimension within the story), there are five different traits—Winged, Legged,
Finned, Tailed, and Seer. In the past they were stratified in a hierarchy, and
once those conventions were abandoned for a sense of equality, lingering
persecutions remained. SCHISM explores the differences between policy and
personal conviction, as well as what happens when people allow prejudice to
Things you’ll notice when reading are:
for giving me a chance to share on your blog, and I hope everyone enjoys
reading and digging deeper into the text.
Jones. A thousand sketches of his fiancée can’t bring his memory, or her, back
to him. Nothing on Earth can. His past lies in another dimension, a world just
out of sight.
student on campus, Lea Huckley, unknowingly shares Gabe’s obsession with the
fourth dimension. The monsters from the other side attacked her parents and
fled, getting her folks locked up in the loony bin. Proving this other world
exists is the only way to free them. Lea and Gabe strike a deal to help each
other, and together they manage to open a door to the world of Gabe’s true
origin. She’d use him for proof—if she didn’t already care too much.
While Gabe tries to reconcile his feelings for
Lea and his rediscovered memories of his fiancée, a much more sinister plot
unravels. He uncovers his history just in time to become the unwilling lynchpin
in a conspiracy to start a war. His memory holds the secret to the final riddle
the would-be conqueror needs to get the upper hand. Gabe must protect the
riddle at all costs, even if that means leaving Earth, and Lea, behind forever.
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notepad, her lucky pencil, and the thermometer in her cargo pocket. She didn’t
need to find data, now she needed proof.
of light onto the cement, like holes in Swiss cheese.
crept closer to the flag icon she placed to mark the interaction point.
fidgeting behind her and turning around every few seconds, a twitchy meerkat on
again to make sure they were headed in the right direction.
mugged, you know.”
population and how many times that sorta thing happens.”
here at night.”
dumpsters sat for both of them. A stream of water trickled down the concave
cement into the large sewer grate. Old garbage left a fume hanging around, and
the humidity only made it worse.
“This is it. Within I’d say, a fifteen foot diameter, low to the ground.” She
shoved the phone in her cargo pocket. “Perfect.”
scuffing the gritty pavement.
seemed paranoid. She watched him standing straight, darting his eyes to the
entrance and even up to the windows above them. Watch out bad guys, Gabe’s on
to you. She smiled and turned to see what looked like heat waves rising from
the cold cement. Crap. The interaction had already started.
visually, except maybe the air glistening like summer heat waves if she
squinted hard enough, but her digital thermometer found the coldest point.
stretched her arms forward, and Gabe did likewise.
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