Then, I had a chance to ask Sean for a guest post. My question for him was why he chose to use the noir style for his young adult mystery. Here is his answer:
Through a New Lens: Negotiating Release
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High fae were not like low fae, pixies and brownies and sprites and such, but possessed grace and grandeur beyond anything human. In form they were as tall, or taller, than humans, although more beautiful, a strange, glowing people, with wings like swans. There had once been seven races of high fae, and of them all, the Aelfae had been the most beautiful and powerful and wise.Check out Tara's blog here. This book is available at Amazon as either a print book (for a bargain price of $.99) or as a paperback.
Dindi scanned the crowd, hoping to slip into the plaza unnoticed.This sets the scene for us and introduces a young girl who is trying to avoid the attention of her aunt.
Hutch turned his squat torso in one motion, giving Dalton a left cross to the chin. Things went dark. A company of cartoon pigs did a production of Swine Lake on his chest. Dalton woke up, staring at tongue depressors spilled on the floor. He counted them. Twelve. He counted them again. Eighteen.Check out the trailer:
Sgiach didn't say anything, so I took and breath and kept on babbling. "I'm a kid. Seventeen. Barely. I'm crappy at geometry. My Spanish sucks. I can't even vote yet. Fighting evil isn't my responsibility -- graduating from high school and, hopefully, making the Change is. My soul's been shattered and my boyfriend's been killed. Don't I deserve a break? Just a little one!Check out this trailer:
Dalton watched Macy watching him. He went for That Guy Everyone's Dog Inexplicably Seemed to Like mode, but the equation had changed.
All she can do is wearily count steps, and rows, and trees, repeating crazy sentences in her mind as she scans the vegetables and grain, and then goes on to the grassy fields and woods. Looking for the body of her best friend. Torn between hoping she finds it and hoping she doesn't.
Everything changes when Tiffany Quinn disappears.After this simple beginning, the mystery ratchets up in a hurry. It is fascinating to see through the eyes of someone with OCD who has to have her routines and who routinely counts things.
"Lils, any thoughts about running away and joining a circus?"
I smiled over at Scout. "Are we talking pink poodles and clowns stuffed into a car, or creepy freak show?"
"How was I created?"
"We don't know what you really are. Your body and soul are human, but your power...it's something very different. There are a lot of things about you that we still don't understand."
I stared at him for a few moments, unable to decide how to respond. I settled for the easy thing. "You're completely out of your mind."If this wasn't already on your wishlist, I would be sure to add it. It was exciting, well-written and entertaining.
He leans another inch closer. And it's like the flames seep out of his eyes and light my whole body on fire. I've never been this close to a boy before. I feel like fainting and running all at the same time. But I can't move.