Please welcome Chloe to the blog as she shares some of her favorite scenes and why. Oh I do love these. The memories with these characters. Oooo, I can't wait for Chloe to come out with the next book. Eeep! And Parties too! :D
Welcome Chloe!!!
Chloe: When Mel asked me to help her celebrate her blog’s birthday I was so excited!! I love parties! Break out the bubbly! Put on your dancing shoes! Where’s the cake??!!
*turns on music* *waving arms* *boogie DOWN*
Mel: *tap on shoulder* Uh, don’t get too crazy over here, I don’t need to see you dancing on my tables.
Chloe: *adjusting skirt* *clearing throat* Oh, of course. You can count on me to behave. I’m really very respectable. *cough *
So, in order to properly celebrate with Mel today, I’m going to share a few of my favorite lines from , book 1 in the Mylena Chronicles. GRETA AND THE GOBLIN KING
When she’d set out to track the foul beast hunkered down in the cavern ahead, Greta hadn’t counted on gale force winds and an ice storm engulfing three goblin territories descending like a bitter, frozen plague to torture her.
She should have. A blinding blizzard was nothing less than typical Mylean weather, and after spending four years stranded here, she definitely should have expected it. The cold had long ago penetrated her thick coat and the layers of wool and soft cotton, until it seemed more like days than hours since she’d felt the welcome of a roaring fire in the hearth, but her comfort would have to wait a while longer. A young goblin boy had gone missing from his home in the village. She refused to believe he was dead already.
With a weary sigh, she squinted through a break in the canopy of gloomy evergreens, gauging the amount of fury left in the turbulent sky.
These are the very first lines of the book, and the reason I love them so much is because every time I read these 6 sentences I’m reminded of who Greta is. She’s a tough girl who pretends to be cold at heart, but the weather is the only thing that’s actually cold in this scene. Hopefully, the reader sees that Greta is more than she seems. She’s a girl who will track down a monster and fight a frigid blizzard in order to save a child—even though she knows very well that every person in Mylena would hate her if they knew that she was human. They wouldn’t be fighting to save her life, they’d try to end it.
At the sound of a booted foot at the door, Greta swung around with a snarl, hand going to her sword. She released a harsh sob when she saw who it was.
“Oh, thank God.” She didn’t even bother trying to hide her relief. “Help us. Lucius…he…I need help,” she said. “Please…Isaac, he’s hurt. And I…I don’t know what to do.”
He took in the scene and was at her side in less than a heartbeat. Thankfully, he was thinking more clearly than she was, reaching for the cotton sheet from the bed and dragging it down to press it to Luke’s chest. He held it in place while he carefully assessed the rest of the damage.
“His wounds are extensive. He’s lost a lot of blood.”
The finality in his voice was unmistakable. Everything in her railed against it. “I know, but it’s going to be okay,” she insisted, even as darkness clawed its way into her heart. “He’ll be fine. We just…we need to get him outside and into the ground. He’ll heal better there.”
Isaac looked into her eyes. Just when she thought he was going to tell her it was too late, he nodded.
In this scene, Greta has returned to the only place in Mylena where she feels safe. Lucius took her in when she found herself stuck in this world he’s the only person who knows who she really is. Instead of turning her over to be hanged when he found her in the snow four years ago, he hid her and taught her how to survive. But safety isn’t what she finds when she comes home this time.
When someone enters the room, she’s so fiercely protective I want to cry for her, but when she sees it’s Isaac she breaks down just a little bit and actually asks for help. This was a really big deal for her because Greta doesn’t trust easily, and she doesn’t ask for help from anyone. The fact that she can turn to Isaac in this very difficult time is an indication that part of her does instinctively trust him, and that he’s already getting under her skin, even if she doesn’t want to consciously admit it.
It’s also a great scene for Isaac too because we get to see beyond the autocratic goblin king, to a side of him that isn’t about his secrets and hidden agendas. It’s about being supportive and strong…and man, that makes me want to swoon.
Her sword fell into the snow just as she leaped forward to close the distance between them. He made a grab for it but she was there, holding her third blade to his throat.
“You didn’t really think that was my only weapon, did you?”
With a sigh, he put his hands up in surrender and she shoved him upright to look into his face. What she saw surprised her. He had a thin, scruffy face. Brownish hair. Deep brown eyes.
Human eyes.
Her mouth fell open. She glanced over at the clean slice she’d put in his jacket. She had drawn a thin line of bright red blood.
Could it be that she had drawn human blood?
His gaze flicked upward over her shoulder and then he smiled. A broad, dazzling smile full of mischief that stopped her breath.
“You didn’t really think I was alone, did you?”
Ah, Wyatt. Wyatt is one of those characters that can seriously steal the show if you let him. He surprised me with his wit and humor. As a human in Mylena, I had expected him to be dire and quiet and careful but that’s just not the way he came across. Sure, he recognizes the weight of the responsibility he carries as the one who all the young boys look up to, but he also has a really great sense of humor and he doesn’t take their situation too seriously. He knows how to make the best of every situation, and how to see the good in people. I really can’t wait for readers to find out more about him.
His focused gaze was like a rushing tide over all of her senses. “No matter who you are or where you come from, we’re the same. We were meant to be together.” He said it with such certainty and finality. “It has been decreed in the stars, and in our blood.”
She spun away and clenched her eyes shut, disregarding the answering sigh of her soul to his words. “Tell me something real,” she whispered. “Something that isn’t a bunch of insane, poetic crap.”
“Then how about because you challenge me?” he said. “You provoke me, excite me. Make me think about things I shouldn’t think about, want things I thought would be impossible once I became the king.”
She glanced back up at him. The low ache in her belly sharpened and twisted. “And how is that a good thing?”
This is the part of the book where both Greta and Isaac are EQUALLY vulnerable to each other. Both of them still don’t know how much they can trust the other, but the trust is coming. Slowly and sometimes painfully, but that’s the only way it’ll work and be real because that’s the kind of people they are. If it was easy, then they wouldn’t be true to their characters.
Stunned, she blinked and shook her head. “But why? Why would you do something like that for me?”
She drew in a sharp breath as his fingers caressed her cheek, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. He leaned in and her heart pounded hard against the wall of her chest. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Her eyes fluttered shut as his mouth covered hers in a gentle whisper of touch. Warm and softer than she would have imagined. She didn’t even have time to adjust to the feel of it before it was over, and her whole body swayed forward as he straightened away from her.
And well, I don’t think I have to explain what I love about this one.
So… now can we throw the music back on??
Lets get this party started Chloe!! :D Thank you!
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