Character Interview with Garon

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Emerald Bound

Teresa Richards

Fantasy, Romance, Suspense

Evernight Teen Publishing ~ 83,000 words

Editor’s Pick

A princess, a pea, and a tower of mattresses. This is the sliver that survives of a story more nightmare than fairytale…

Maggie Rhodes, high school junior and semi-reformed stalker, learns the tale’s true roots after a spying attempt goes awry and her best friend Kate ends up as the victim of an ancient curse. At the center of the curse lies an enchanted emerald that has been residing quietly in a museum for the past fifty years. Admirers of the gem have no idea that it feeds on life. Or that it’s found its next victim in Kate.

Enter Lindy, a school acquaintance who knows more than she’s letting on, and Garon, a handsome stranger claiming he knows how to help, and Maggie is left wondering who to trust and how to save her best friend before it’s too late.

If only Maggie knew her connection to the fairy tale was rooted far deeper than an endangered best friend.

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A part of me died long ago.

It was the part of me that feels, and it was Calista’s fault.

What happened tonight was nothing new—innocent victims welcomed into our home, not knowing they would never leave. I learned long ago I could not help them, so I stopped trying.

But this time something was different. This time I was awake, burning with a gut-wrenching guilt, as the next victims slept downstairs. This time I knew the victims. And they didn’t deserve what was coming.

It had always been hard for me to make friends. I’d been called loner, loser, outcast, and freak. Even still, I remembered Maggie offering to show me around when I first transferred to their school. Through her, I met Kate and Piper. The three of them were always nice to me, while other kids kept their distance and spread rumors behind my back. I told myself I didn’t care—I wasn’t like them.

But being a loner was lonely.

So tonight when I saw Maggie and her friends here, something inside me snapped. Or, perhaps it was the dead piece of me coming back to life. Now I cared desperately about what was happening in the room below mine.

But there was still nothing I could do.

Calista usually lured in victims from out of town to avoid arousing suspicion. Pregnant ones were a particular favorite—easy prey, she called them. But Maggie and her friends came here all on their own. The opportunity was too good for Calista to pass up.

Everyone thought Calista was my mother, but she wasn’t.

Back in my day, almost four centuries ago, Calista had an alternate method of luring in victims. She and her husband, Theodore, advertised for hired help with their inn. The number of parents willing to sell their daughters into a life of servitude in exchange for a forgiven debt or a clean slate was staggering.

My father was one of them.

By the time my mother found out what he’d done, it was too late. There was no escape. I was bound.

My story was well known in this land, whispered as a bedtime tale to ease children into sleep. But, just like any other story passed down through time by rumors and idle gossip, the fragment that survived was woefully incomplete. It began something like this:

There is rumored to have been (once upon a time, of course) a princess, a pea, and a tower of mattresses.

That much was true, though in actuality it was only one mattress, not twenty. The pea was also real, though most would call it a precious stone—an emerald, to be precise.

The gem that sealed my fate was now in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C. Calista was furious when she found it missing. She thought I’d stolen it until she remembered my limits. The identity of the true thief remains unknown.

Even though the emerald is no longer in our possession, we are still bound to it, as it is bound to us. Admirers of the opulent necklace where it rests don’t understand it. Like me, the gem is a prisoner, struggling against its fate.

Even now, centuries later, I don’t understand all the details of what happened to me that night. But it began with a troubled slumber on a bed of enchanted emeralds.

About the Author:

Teresa Richards writes YA, but loves anything that can be given a unique twist. Her zombie stories ‘Are You My Mombie?’ and ‘The Zombie Code’ can be found in Z Tales: Stories from the Zombieverse by The Fairfield Scribes.

When Teresa’s not writing, she can be found either chasing after one of her five kids, or hiding someplace in the house with a treat her children overlooked. Emerald Bound is her debut novel.

You can connect with her on twitter @BYUtm33 or

Giveaway: 1 signed copy of Emerald Bound

And now for the interview!

Me: “Today we’re hanging out with Maggie’s love interest, Garon. Hi Garon, thanks for meeting me.”

Garon: *joins me on the park bench and gazes at a pair of pigeons fighting over a crust of bread* “You’re most welcome. But is that really all I am? Maggie’s love interest?”

Me: “Of course not. You’re also the character who surprised me by showing up even though you weren’t in my original outline. Why did you do that, by the way?”

Garon: “Well, honestly, your story needed a bit of shaking up. I’m rather good at shaking things up, you know.”

Me: “I know. You’re also good at causing trouble.”

Garon: *grins* “What good is a story without a bit of trouble? You know you love me.”

Me: “Well, that’s true. But let’s talk about your relationship with Maggie. Some people say it happened too fast. They don’t believe you could care for her enough to make the sacrifice you did.”

Garon: “It’s true that Maggie and I only just met. It’s also true that the events surrounding our interactions prevented us from spending our time as most courting couples do.”

Me: *laughs* “A courting couple?”

Garon: “What? Why are you laughing?”

Me: “That’s just an odd way of saying it.”

Garon: “Well, that’s how we say it where I’m from. How would you prefer I say it?”

Me: “Just say you’re dating.”

Garon: *sighs* “Fine. We weren’t able to do the things most dating couples would do. But that doesn’t mean we weren’t able to bond. In truth, the danger Maggie and I endured brought us much closer than a couple of dates would have done. And faster, too. By the end of our adventure I felt a keen connection to her and a strong desire to see to her welfare.”

Me: *grinning* “Are you sure that’s all you felt?”

Garon: “Of course that’s not all I felt, but the rest is none of your business.”

Me: “Of course it’s my business, I’m the author!”

Garon: “Well, for now at least, it’s between me and Maggie. We’re taking it slow. Seeing where things go from here. You’ll just have to wait to find out what happens between us, like everyone else.”

Me: “But isn’t it true that you’re stuck now? That you couldn’t go back to your own time even if you wanted to?”

Garon: “Not exactly. Time travel is dangerous and unpredictable—if anyone knows that after being trapped for so long, it’s me. But I’ve become better than I used to be at manipulating time and I could return to my home if I wanted to. I could, perhaps, even take someone with me.”

Me: “Ooh, really? I didn’t know that was possible.”

Garon: “Yes, you did. You wrote about it, remember? That’s how I began time traveling in the first place—with my mentor O.”

Me: “Oh, right. And, clearly, O was able to teach you how to do it yourself or you wouldn’t be here now.”

Garon: “Correct. O taught me a few tricks. There are things you can do to decrease the risk when you time travel. But if I were to employ them now, it would require me getting on an airplane first.”

Me: “Now I’m really intrigued. Tell me more.”

Garon: “Nope. I’ve said too much already. I wouldn’t want you getting any crazy ideas for your next book. Maggie and I are quite happy staying where we are, thank-you-very-much. Speaking of Maggie, she’s waiting for me to pick her up from work.”

Me: “Wait, you drive? Since when?”

Garon: “Since Maggie taught me. I have a motorcycle. It’s way better than riding a horse, let me tell you. So much faster, less smelly, and without the feisty attitude. I’ll take a motorcycle over a horse any day.”

Me: “Wow. You’re really enjoying your new life, aren’t you?”

Garon: “I am. So please don’t go mucking things up for me with another book.”

Me: “But I thought you said stories were no good without a bit of trouble.”

Garon: “That I did. Okay, perhaps a bit of trouble is acceptable, just not right away. Maggie and I need this time to get to know each other.”

Me: “Fine. I’ll give you a small reprieve. But don’t get too comfortable.”

Garon: “I’ll keep your warning in mind. Good day.”

Me: “Bye. Tell Maggie I said ‘Hello’.”

Garon: “Certainly. It was good to see you.”

Me: “Same here.”