Today I have Sidney here for an interview, and then an awesome giveaway!
Thank you for spending time with us today. How are things going for you right now?
Hey, Michelle. So sweat of you to invite me. Things now are, um, complicated. It’s getting better though since my Sam woke up, you know what I mean? Well, maybe you might not. Sorry if I’m not being clear. Got to be careful in not letting those good folks listening in on our secret.
What was it like growing up for you?
Oh, man, what fun! At least until my mom died. You know about that? I was about twelve when she fell of Blueberry Ridge. Then it was just my brother, Danik, and me. Guess I went kinda wild without my parents to keep me following those dang rules. Pardon my French. And Danik was not the greatest influence. My dad was gone all the time so my mentor, Greystone, was the one I depended on the get me out of my scrapes. And he is so much fun to tease. You know he’s actually about five hundred years old. Looks pretty good, don’t you think? His aging stopped when he was about thirty something.
Oh, didn’t you want your coffee over there. Sorry, I’m still using my telekinesis when I shouldn’t. Here, I’ll put it back. No, don’t move. I won’t spill it. Heh, heh, I just can’t resist. You won’t tell Greystone, will you?
So, where was I? Oh, yes, growing up. On Hawk’s Island, there was the good and bad. For a long time, I thought the outside world was the same as the Guardians. You know, like everyone knew about the sacred truths and had special powers like Danik and me. And the rules! Well, if you can move a cup of coffee without physically doing it, why not? But the Elders don’t see it that way. So I spent a lot of time doing extra chores and staying late after school to clean the room. Learning about time/space travel came natural for me. Being in two places at the same time was a challenge.
And, you know I can read your thoughts. Tsk, tsk, Michelle. You should be blushing! No, don’t worry about me telling Frank about you know what. Oh, now don’t get weird. Just kidding, girl. I’m not reading your thoughts, really. I learned a long time ago to tune out other peoples thoughts – too much chatter and most of it doesn’t make any sense. But even as a child I could see everyone’s aura, and later Greystone taught me how to understand what I was seeing. Hey, Michelle, you’re looking great. Your aura says a lot about your health in all respects (wink, wink). No kidding, you should be pleased about how well you’re taking care of yourself.
Being a part of a secret Guardian community, do you ever wish you were someone “normal”?
Well, from my perspective, I’m what you term as normal. You see, Guardians see the rest of humanity as asleep. Most everyone has lost touch with the truth of who they are, eternal spiritual beings having a temporary human experience. There was a time when we became physical only briefly and returned to our home without going through the death cycle. However, a very long time ago, more people began to become enamored with the physical sensations. They acquired things and traded in their spiritual powers for physical powers.
Is this too heavy for you, Michelle? You look a bit stressed. It can be too much for most people to comprehend. Don’t sweat it, girl. Everyone will eventually wake up, before it’s too late. I hope. Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. Can you delete that? No? Dang! Greystone heard that and he’s five thousand miles away. I can’t get away with anything.
Why can’t I learn to just keep it simple. The short answer to your question is no, absolutely unequivocally no. In fact, I can hardly wait until the rest of humanity is like Danik and me and the Guardians. What a party that will be. Can you just imagine, Michelle? No more tears!
And, Michelle, the – you know – is beyond, beyond. Ah, you do blush!
What were your first thoughts about Captain Waterhouse?
Oh, Michelle, I scarcely remember the first few days on Sam’s ship. Captain Butchart had pushed my body to near death. Once he transferred me onto Captain Waterhouse’s ship, I vaguely remember seeing a tall, muscular man in an officer’s uniform. What hit me were Sam’s eyes. There in the depths of his dark eyes I could see his pain. It took me a long time before I understood just how much pain he was in.
Then I learned about his rulebook! Funny. At first his devotion to rules irritated me. Scratch that. It ticked me off big time! Then, things changed. Mostly in me, I think.
What do you think his first thoughts about you were?
Forgive the rolling of my eyes. Golly, would I like to hear his response to that question. I was a mess when I boarded his ship. My clothes were bloody and torn, my long hair was a rat’s nest, my face was covered with dirt and spit. I’m sure he noted I had no shoes on. Don’t have the nicest feet. Pretty big even for a tall lass like myself. In fact, he was pretty cool toward me for a long time. He tried to be friendly but it became obvious that he was just trying to get me to spill the beans. All business, that man. Good thing he liked my long legs. Still fire in that furnace, you know what I mean, Michelle?
Ah, men. Aren’t they a hoot.
What is one thing you would do differently if you could?
Hm, I guess it would be the day my mom died. She had told me to be home before nightfall. As usual, I did as I pleased. She came looking for me on Blueberry Ridge. It’s a worn path and not difficult. But then it had started to rain. Momma slipped and fell over the edge. I saw it happen. For a long time I was beyond Greystone’s attempt to console me. After about six months I went back up to Blueberry Ridge. Life had become unbearable without my momma. And, I felt so bad that I was the cause of her death. In my depressed state I stood at the ledge and prepared to jump to my death.
I leaned forward and closed my eyes. In the next instant, I received a sharp blow to my chest. It was hard enough to knock me backwards onto the ground. It was Celeste, our Red Tailed Hawk. She had flown at me, striking me with her wing. After that day, Celeste became my surrogate mother.
What are you the most proud of/about?
Can’t say I indulge in pride. Pride can get one into trouble. Sets one apart from the rest. We are all equal, Michelle, asleep or awake, in the Light, or in the Dark like I had been in a previous life. I have joy in knowing who I am and in the things I do. I have joy in seeing others be successful in their work. I am called to offer support to others struggling to find that joy. My joy is to be of service to others.
What do you hope readers take away with them after reading your story?
My dear readers, there is one thing I hope for when you’re reading The Guardian’s Wildchild. I want to take you to a world you have never been before.
Thank you Sidney!
It’s been fun, Michelle. Now, tell more about Frank. (giggles)
Sidney Davenport is known as Wildchild to her Guardian mentor, Greystone. She rebels against rules. Wildchild is gifted in the paranormal, but carefully conceals her powers from the world. Even in the crises that threaten her life, she refuses to use her powers of telepathy, telekinesis, space/time travel. If her enemies discovered the truth of who she is, her Guardian people would be destroyed. She calls upon her spirit guides, Seamus and Celeste, to guide her through a mine field of the insane – Madame and Captain Butchart. Sidney leaves her home on Hawk’s Island to help the underground stop two people who are about to cause worldwide madness. Unskilled in esponage, she is arrested and sentanced to death. But, God help Sidney, she can’t deny her attraction to the man who has orders to perform her execution – the tall, dark eyed Captain Waterhouse. He’s meticulous, disciplined and lives by the strict rules expected of an officer of the American navy. Captain Waterhouse is about to scrap his higher morals to bust out of his hell. When a female prisoner is delivered to his ship, he has no idea she is capable of turning his disciplined life into a storm of unimaginable experiences. His prisoner’s enemies, he discovers, are also the ones who hold his life in the palm of their hands. Through stunning imagery, an intricate and adventurous plot, and a strong cast of characters, Feather Stone gives readers a fast paced story woven with murder and magic.
Today I have an ebook copy of The Guardian’s Wildchild to giveaway! To enter, just read my contest policy and fill out the form. Also don’t forget to leave a comment on this post and other stops along the tour to be entered to win the grandprize at the end of the tour!