Please keep reading at the end of DelSheree's post, as she has also provided a special sneak preview of the novel.
Magic in the Destroyer Trilogy
Thank you, Karin, for having me on your blog today. I am excited
to have the opportunity to talk about the system of magic used in my new
series, “The Destroyer Trilogy.” The first book in this series is “Inquest,”
which will be released this month by Briona Glen Publishing. “Inquest” follows
sixteen-year-old Libby Sparks as she tries to avoid her destiny to destroy the
world.
The magic system used in “Inquest” is based on talents.
There are seven possible talents: Speed, Strength, Naturalism, Spiritualism,
Perception, Concealment, and Vision. The more talents the better…except in
Libby’s case. Seven talents mark Libby as the prophesied Destroyer, a legend
destined to destroy the world. Talents are meant for good, but Libby soon
realizes they can be twisted to evil.
Speed and Strength:
These are two of the most familiar of the talents. As their names indicate,
Speed makes a person able to move incredibly fast, but without Strength,
pushing your body to such extremes would damage your muscles and joints. These
two talents are always paired, and they are the basic requirement for becoming
a Guardian—the military force whose sole purpose is the kill the Destroyer.
Naturalism: This
talent allows the bearer to connect with the natural world to nurture plant and
animal life, manipulate natural elements like paints, rock, or fabrics produces
amazing pieces of art, and even heal the human body. Twisted for darker purposes,
Naturalism can also end life.
Spiritualism:
This talent has a dual purpose. It can send the talent bearer’s spirit into the
spirit world to commune with the spirits who reside there, or help soothe,
calm, or guide a person. But, it can also be used to manipulate someone into
doing what you want.
Perception: An
extremely useful, yet often annoying talent, allows the bearer to sense
another’s emotions. This allows the bearer to interpret emotions and discover
when a person is telling the truth or lying. Perception is also the base talent
needed to perform an Inquest—an ability that it highly prized.
Concealment: A
talent with many uses, Concealment can seek out truth, as well as physical
items or people. It can also conceal the bearer’s presence from others. Unfortunately
it can also be used to hide and deceive.
Vision: This is
by far the most unreliable of all the talents. However, knowing the future
before it happens also makes it the most valuable of all the talents. This
talent is especially sought after by the Guardians, making them extremely
powerful.
These are the basics of what each talent can do, but hardly
the limits of what a truly powerful person can achieve. As Libby faces both her
destiny and the Guardians, she is forced to push the limits of each talent in
her arsenal. Libby will shock not only herself, but the world with what she can
do.
Thank you again to Karin for allowing me to stop by and share a little bit about my book. Happy reading, everyone!
Excerpt from Chapter Five of Inquest
“I do hope
you are patient with me, Libby,” Mr. Walters says, interrupting my thoughts. “It’s
not an easy task to consolidate a lifetime of research into a curriculum
overnight. I do hope that by the end of the year you’ll have a better
understanding of what you will be expected to do as the only member of the
Destroyer class.”
“Uh,
really?”
You would
think the majority of the world would be much happier if I had no idea what I
was supposed to do as the Destroyer. I’m not even sure I want to know what I’m
supposed to do. Every time I’ve tried to find out it never led anywhere good,
so now I’d like to avoid finding out in the hopes that if I don’t know I’ll
never actually do anything bad.
“Of course,
dear. You have to know your purpose in life if you expect to ever accomplish
it, don’t you?”
There is
something wrong with this man. “But I don’t want to fulfill my purpose. I don’t
want to hurt or destroy anything. You don’t want me to do that either. Nobody
does!”
“Well, of
course no one wants to see you harm anyone, but that’s hardly the point,” Mr.
Walters says.
“How is
that not the point?”
“Because
the point of this class is to teach you to be the best Destroyer you can
possibly be. What you do with that knowledge is completely up to you, but I
refuse to have a student leave one of my classes not fully trained to do their
duty.”
He’s serious.
As if my killing people a few years from now has no bearing on his teaching me
to do it, he opens his notebook and instructs me to do the same. What choice do
I have but to follow him?
“Now,” he
says, “I have been researching the Destroyer class most of my life. It has
always fascinated me that there is only one member, one single person meant to
destroy our entire society. When we have millions of Guardians to fight against
the Destroyer, Visionaries who might see her coming, Concealers to find her, etc.,
I have always been curious about how this one person is actually meant to
succeed.”
I cough and
interrupt his rambling. “If the Destroyer, me, has all the talents of the ones
meant to stop me, then all I have to do is use the talents I have against them,
right? That’s hardly a mystery.”
“Precisely,”
he says, “but the problem is that while a Guardian only needs to focus on
honing Speed and Strength, you must master all seven talents if you have any
hope of surviving past your eighteenth birthday. Mastering one or two talents
takes years, decades even, but you only have two years. That, my dear, is the
real question that has plagued me for so long. How can one person reach
perfection before the whole world turns on her?”
“Oh. Yeah,
I guess that would be something of a problem, if I was planning on actually
surviving longer than two years,” I say.
Mr. Walters
simply blinks at me. “You mean you don’t plan on surviving?”
“Uh, not
really.”
“Why not?”
“Because
it’s impossible, for one, and surviving would mean hurting people, ruining
lives. I don’t want to be a part of that. I’d rather let one of those psychotic
Guardians slice me into little pieces than watch myself do the same thing to
someone else.”
No matter
what anyone says, I will not hurt anyone. Not again.
Walking
over to my desk at a slow, thoughtful pace, Mr. Walters surprises me by
touching his index finger to the spot of dried blood on my neck. “If you don’t
want your gifts then why didn’t you let Lance or the Guardian kill you last
night? Why don’t you kill yourself right now?”
He pushes
back his blazer sleeve and snatches the Guardian blade out of its sheath so
quickly I barely see more than a flash of light on steel before it is pressing
against my throat. A Guardian. My heart is pounding against my chest, my mind
screaming at me to run. I am alone in a room with a Guardian who is apparently
obsessed with the Destroyer. With me. And he has a knife balanced exactly
against my carotid artery. Black spots fleck my vision and I realize I’m hyperventilating.
It requires all my quickly vanishing willpower to tap my Naturalism and slow my
breathing enough to see clearly again.
“If you ask
me to kill you, I will do that for you, Libby, though I would not take any
pleasure in it,” Mr. Walters says. “Or if you prefer to end your life by your
own hand, I will not stop you. Either way, if death is what you truly want, I
will allow you to have it. Right here. Right now. This is the only time I will
make this offer, Libby. It is your choice.”
The pressure
of the blade on my skin increases slightly, and I cry out. “No! No don’t!”
Instantly
the knife is withdrawn, back in its sheath like it never left. “Why?” he asks.
“Because I
don’t want to die,” I say. Tears bleed down my cheeks and I wipe them away furiously,
angrily.
“You will
die eventually. There is no doubting that.”
“But I
don’t want to die yet, not today. Not for as long as I can manage it.” Maybe
it’s wrong to want to live. With everything I’ve done, and am, I probably
deserve to die. But I don’t want to. Not yet.
Placing his hands on my desk, Mr. Walters leans forward. His wizened features grow eerily strong and firm as he peers down at me. "If you don't want to die, then you have to embrace who and what you are Libby. Becoming the Destroyer is the only thing that is going to keep you alive."
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DelSheree Gladden lives in New Mexico with her husband and two children. The Southwest has a big influence on her writing because of its culture, beauty and mythology. Local folk lore is strongly rooted in her writing, particularly ideas of prophecy, destiny, and talents born from natural abilities. When she is not writing, DelSheree is usually teaching yoga, coaching gymnastics, reading, painting, sewing or studying about teeth as a Dental Hygiene student. In addition to The Destroyer Trilogy, her works include Escaping Fate and the Twin Souls Saga. Visit DelSheree at her blog The Edible Bookshelf.
