It’s not hard to see why Violet might be a little angsty. After all, she’s got practically no friends, the other kids told her she’s weird, and she’s stuck in a really unlikable, creepy house. It’s mostly work and no play for Violet. She reads, cleans house, cooks, and supervises a bunch of refugees. On top of that, she has no boyfriend. Until the creepy wolf-elves show up, the only boy of her age who seems to exist is her conceited, irritating cousin, and of course she can’t be with her cousin.
No wonder I always imagine her with a sort of glare on her face. I mean, that’s no life for a teenage girl. Sometimes Violet seems to like it. At least, I think she does, in which case the whole situation of her family being friends/enemies/slash friends again with a bunch of uptight, hysterical non-humans warped her personality.
Still, everything in Renari has a pomposity to it that doesn’t always seem deserved. After getting kicked out of that house—good riddance, perhaps I should write a sequel in which she comes back to Vailsgabel and deals with the fact wolf-elves were MURDERING her family for literally almost forever—she travels to see a king who is bitter because he’s been boring for so long people are discarding him. Then they drift to a musty old ruin and rave about how beautiful it is and how it represents something amazing, when it looks pretty shady actually. With great ceremony some nomad with a veil is proclaimed king and they act as if this is the culmination of everything great in recorded history. I mean, it’s a nice idea that he gets to come home and no one is begrudging him that, of course.
But sometimes fantasy can be overserious, that’s all. Maybe that’s an okay thing, in the end, once you admit it.
And there will be more updates.
I live surrounded by cultivated fields that rapidly give way to wild flowers, wild plants, and wild life. I get most of my ideas while drifting innocuously around my house and some of those ideas get into print.