“I want to write because it makes me imagine the impossible. It’s like living in a whole other world; your own world that you create, including characters, the setting and the whole plot. From the very first opening, suspenseful words, to the building tension, to the climax, and to the resolve, or if you like a whole other path to let your brain run even wilder with imagination.
I like the drama in a book. The tension, the romance between two lovers that is skewed, attempted to be ripped apart by their surroundings and their secrets and past lives. The mystery in the strange human-like creature that actually doesn’t speak our language, let alone move or think like us until they’re introduced to a new trustworthy (human) friend, who realizes that the two species actually do have a lot in common. The emotions still locked up in their minds and running through the roof because their dad left them when they were only a teenager, murdering the mother and son in that same path, never to be trusted again. Then he shows up years later, asking for forgiveness, but saying he can still give no explanation, just that it was business and business comes before family, in his world, and in their world, apparently, too. What happens when the love of your life is family? If only that were the case...but in this situation, it is not. It’s so much worse. In a world where same-sex couples can get you burned and tortured for years on end, what happens when you do feel this way? You can’t even imagine the hope that it wasn’t so, and the pain and contradictions one goes through. Your brother is an evil twin...yet, you don’t know this. He has weaker powers of mind control than you, or at least he acts and says so. You aren’t so outcasted anymore, and it’s a relief to have a brother practically just like you. He swivels his way right under your arm, getting you to trust him completely. Then, he starts up a major plan that means the end to your loved ones who are in frightful danger, and