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Character interview – WYATT CLAYWORTH
Full name: WYATT FINN CLAYWORTH
Occupation: Ramyan Warrior
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Protecting those I love from harm
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
I’m no longer certain there is a state of perfection, but if there is, it somehow involves Dev
What is your current state of mind?
Conflicted. I’m happier than I ever thought possible, on so many different levels, but there is a constant undercurrent of anxiety running through my entire life, a concern for everyone I love.
What is your favorite occupation?
I’ve only ever known the life of a warrior
What is your most treasured possession?
My blade, Odara
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
What is your favorite journey?
Crossing the plains of death to return to Dev. It was absolutely brutal and so very worth it.
What is your most marked characteristic?
My “new” eyes
When and where were you the happiest?
The day at the lake with Dev. That’s all I’m going to say.
What is it that you most dislike?
This will sound strange coming from a trained killer, but I hate violence. Abhor it.
What is your greatest fear?
What is your greatest extravagance?
Lying in bed with Dev, pretending we have no cares or concerns
Which living person do you most despise?
The so-called head of The Sanctum, Carter Breslin, with his wife, Ava, a close second.
What is your greatest regret?
I think at one point in time, I would say not disarming Max that night in the park, but that’s no longer my answer. My greatest regret is the years I spent blindly fighting for The Sanctum.
Which talent would you most like to have?
I would love to be able to paint like the Human masters Picasso and Van Gogh
Where would you like to live?
Wherever Dev wants to live. And where I can keep her safe, but do NOT tell her I said that. It will totally piss her off and I’ll never hear the end of it.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Loss of love and affection. Trust me, there is nothing worse.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
The same, honor.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
The need to make others believe everything is all right.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Violence and duplicity. I know that’s two, but whatever.
What do you most value in your friends?
Their integrity and sense of humor – again two things. Don’t worry, I know how to count.
Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
I’m assuming you’re asking about Human fiction since you probably haven’t read much Magical fiction. The Buendia family of the Human classic One Hundred Years of Solitude are my favorite – I come back to their story again and again.
Who are your heroes in real life?
Dev and my best friend, Ryker Morrison.
Which living person do you most admire?
Hands down, Ryker.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Patience. Screw patience.
On what occasions do you lie?
To protect those I love, but it always comes back to bite me in the ass.
How would you like to die?
I’ve already died. I have no desire to do it again.
If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
Ha! That’s easy – a Ramyan Warrior.
What is your motto? It’s all about her.
“Every now and again an excellent novel will come forth dealing with fantasy and magic that will just grab and hold my attention from beginning to end. That is exactly what THE GIRL did.” — OOSA Online Book Club
In THE GIRL, Madhuri Blaylock introduced readers to the world of The Sanctum, one corrupted by greed and savagery and hellbent on achieving a single goal: destroying the prophesied hybrid. When one of its most celebrated warriors questioned his allegiances, age-old secrets were unveiled and violence erupted. The journey becomes more perilous and intense as the trilogy surges forward with
Can you cross the plains of death, collect every piece of your soul and make it back to the land of the living?
And if you complete the journey, will your loved ones welcome your return?
The Ramyan have been answering such questions since the creation of The Sanctum. A mysterious sect of Magicals, haunting the blank spaces of time and memory, they serve no one but themselves and their higher purpose. They exist on a plane removed from earthly matters, shifting easily between the living and the dead, moving in time to the beat of their own drummer.
At least they did. Dev and Wyatt change all of that when the prophesied hybrid lands on the steps of Rinshun Palace, seeking help for the wounded Class A Warrior. That decision alters lives and sets old agendas back on course. But at what cost to Dev and Wyatt? And does that really even matter?
“The characters in Madhuri Blaylock’s novel…are well written and unique, and the story is just fantastic…I just loved every page of the story!” – Readers’ Favorite
Enjoy an excerpt:
The first sense awakened was smell; the first familiar scent was jasmine. It was not overpowering, as it tended to be at times, but rather just a hint in the air, enough to arouse a memory.
Shopping in the market and the vendor giving her a string of flowers for her hair. She wanted to weave them into her braid but there was no time. They were simply wrapped around her neck, a sweet-smelling chain, but not half as pretty as they would have looked in her hair.
The green grass.
Her sight returned next and she thrilled at the vision before her, the tall grass of her home, so lush and brilliant. So soft to her touch which followed and soon she could feel her body returning to itself, feel the ground below her and hear the life around her.
The water of the channels, lazily rolling along, the birds calling to one another in an endless conversation of nonsense and the branches of trees, swaying in the wind, scratching against each other.
And finally taste.
She wiped her mouth and the back of her hand came away red.
She sat up and spit. Bright red against the brown of the dirt. She didn’t care. The blood was insignificant; the boy was of much more importance.
The fact that Dev could sit up at all was amazing, a testament to her minute learning curve. Only her second time toying with portal travel and she had no broken bones, not even a scratch she realized as she studied her arms and legs. She stood up slowly, her legs feeling a bit shaky, and wobbled around like a newly-birthed colt. She stretched her arms above her head and shook them out, needing to get the blood flowing through her limbs properly. All the while, she scanned the area for his dark hair, his fair skin.
About the Author: Madhuri is a Jersey City Heights girl via Snellville, Georgia, who writes paranormal fiction and is slightly infatuated with tattoos, four-inch heels, ice cream, Matt Damon, scotch, Doc Martens, Laini Taylor, photo booths and dancing like a fool.
She’s currently working on The Sanctum trilogy and hopes one day soon, everyone is walking around with copies of The Girl and The Boy in their pocket or on their Kindle.
She wants to get a goat and a burro, but since she lives in the city, will settle for some chickens.
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