Brief Update: So I realize I never explained what happened at the Colorado Christian Writers Conference back in May… Maybe I had an excuse or two: getting graduated from high school, parties, having a birthday, going on three trips in the summer, and now figuring out this college thing. Haha! So I’ve been pretty […]
An update and an excerpt on my novel, The Thrall’s Sword! =)
Hey everyone! I have been working on sending query letters and book proposals to literary agents. I need a literary agent in order to present my book to good-sized publishing companies. Next week I am going to the Colorado Christian Writers’ Conference, where I will not only meet with other writers and learn a lot, but I may have the chance to present my novel to literary agents face-to-face! Prayers very much appreciated. ❤
And without further ado, here is an excerpt from my Viking novel, The Thrall’s Sword. Comment your thoughts!
“I screamed as a wave crashed over me. The ship turned over, the dark mass smothering me, driving me down into the depths of the sea. My instincts took over, and I swam away from the ship, escaping the ship’s malicious urge to drown me. The current whipped me about like I was a mere strand of…
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Head over to my author blog to see testimonials about my upcoming novel, The Thrall’s Sword!
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So in case you haven’t heard, this week I created an author blog to give you all updates on my book, The Thrall’s Sword. I created it mainly so literary agents would see that I’m serious about publishing, so I can, by God’s grace, get my novel out there for people to be impacted by.
I’d really appreciate your support!
May God’s grace abound in your life,
Now introducing my novel, The Thrall’s Sword! This is my Christian historical YA novel, at present unpublished–but by God’s grace, it won’t be for long. Keep a look out for updates! Follow my author blog to get updates: gracecaylor.com
On the night Sigrid escapes death on a fiery longship, she loses her mother. Will sweet revenge or a foreign god free her from despair?
The seventeen-year-old Norse slave Sigrid escapes her sacrificial fate in the afterlife, just as the Lord Joar of Bergen murders her mother. When two fishermen rescue her from the seas, the grief-stricken Sigrid joins them on their mission to warn the Irish of the oncoming Viking raiders, secretly plotting to destroy the Lord who has done her wrong. However, as the Irishman Erik teaches Sigrid about God, a power starts to work inside her, transforming her hate into forgiveness—but she doesn’t realize it until the moment of her deepest misery.
Here’s the excerpt, as promised!
The following day, he caught me crying as we hiked up a cliff.
“Sigrid, are ye doin’ all right?” he said from behind me.
I brushed back tears. “I’m doing wonderful,” I said as I stumbled over a protruding rock. Every memory of Mum lay trapped in the center of my mind. Today the thought of her had entered my head when I had picked her favorite flowers, lavender primroses, and now I could not push my grief out of my mind.
I kept walking, faster now, trying to draw closer to Lars who strode through the thick pines in the distance, energized by his morning breakfast. The last thing I wanted was this pathetic boy discovering my own weakness.
“Did ye find those purple flowers ye was lookin’ for?”
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t eat them, so there’s no point in having them.”
The truth was, I’d looked everywhere for them, but couldn’t find them. I was as if the gods themselves were ruining everything I tried to do.
“Are ye… are ye not enjoying yerself on this noble adventure of ours?” he asked gently.
I shot a glance at him. “I don’t even know why I came on your ‘noble adventure’ in the first place. To ruin a friendship and become a burden? To defend a country I have no reason to love?”
“Ye didn’t have to—”
“—I didn’t have a choice, really. It was the only way to do it.” I walked faster, but Erik drew alongside me.
“The only way for ye to do what, lass?” he asked, his forehead creased with anxiety.
We stared at each other, motionless, my heart trembling at his gaze. I wanted to cry again, but I withheld my tears. I could never tell him why I was truly going to Ireland. “I… I just want to go home.” Not to Bergen, but to my mother, my real home.
I turned away and hurried to catch up with Lars, feeling Erik’s eyes locked on me the whole way. He would never understand.
And I was beginning to fear I would never be able to go home.
I am writing a novel. Well, I wrote it! And now I am editing and revising it, to the best of my ability, until I can hopefully publish it. Set in the Viking Age, it is Christian historical fiction… with a bit of romance. 😉 In my next post I will give you a short excerpt. You may find this post interesting as well, but it is an excerpt that won’t be in my book anymore, since I have made dramatic changes since. Also, to anyone out there who loves to read, my book is open for constructive criticism from trustworthy people! So, please, don’t hesitate to ask me about it if you’re interested! 🙂
Here is a short synopsis below:
Sigrid, a seventeen-year-old Norse slave, loves the ocean as she does a friend. But the ocean will consume her if she meets her doom of serving Lord Valdemar in the after-life. And after a cruel Viking destroys her mother’s hope, the girl realizes more is at risk than drowning in the sea–and she knows what she must do. However, when a strange boy enters her life, she’s hindered with a torrent of doubts about her secret quest. Which is better: death or pride?