Wow! I can't believe we're at the end already. That time sped by too fast.
It's been a busy time for me here at Rooglewood. I'm happy to say that, before writing up this last chapter, I completed the revisions on
Golden Daughter, so it's ready for it's copy edit and polish. Huzzah! That's always a great feeling. I'll hopefully be planning the cover reveal for this book quite soon now, though there are a couple of details that need to be wrapped up first.
But before we get too caught up in
Golden Daughter enthusiasm,
Veiled Rose deserves its wrap-up and farewell. I hope you'll enjoy this last chapter. And I hope to see you on my facebook page tonight, from 8-9 Eastern! I'll be there to chat, answer questions, etc. Looking forward to "seeing" all of you who can make it.
PART FIVE
Chapter 2
Full circle: So at long last, we end
this story where it began—with a young man, all alone, climbing the
mountainside up to Hill House. We now know the source of this man’s solitude,
and we understand his purpose. What a long, sad tale is his . . . and (as
readers of the next book already know), it will be longer and sadder still.
But for now, he
just needs one thing: a friend. And I think we can allow him that, at least for
the moment.
Bloodbiter’s Wrath: It’s nice to see
Lionheart take up his childhood “weapon” once more. We can see him here, after
the many, unsuccessful labors that drove him to maturity, longing to reach back
into the past. To reclaim that childhood innocence and the dream of heroism.
That dream which the Dragon killed. That dream which he has forgone in place of
the dream the Lady gives him.
But the longing in
his heart—the real longing for a heart of courage—remains. And it will not be
fulfilled so long as he walks this road. He knows it. But I think he believes
that, somehow, if he can just find Rose Red again, she will make him feel that
he isn’t the person he knows he’s become. She will make him feel a hero again.
Reminiscing: Lionheart’s reminiscing
takes us back to the early chapters of this novel, allowing us to relive along
with him those childhood adventures. Again, that sense of bringing everything
full circle is created.
This was an
important sense for me to establish here at the end of the book. Because, as
you know, Lionheart’s story doesn’t really
end
here.
Veiled Rose ends, but the story
goes on. I had already drafted
Moonblood,
so I knew where things were heading. My readers, however, would not get to read
Moonblood for several months after
that. I had to do whatever I could to bring a sense of a closure . . . a sense
of closure where there could be no closure, really!
Thus I used this
technique of the beginning connecting to the ending, of reminiscing, etc. Call
it a “writerly trick” if you will, an attempt to make this story feel as though
it’s reached its conclusion. For some readers this worked well. For others, it
did not (as the painful reviews will attest!) . Following
Veiled Rose’s release, I often found myself wishing I could call
out to those angry reviewers and say, “No, please! Just
trust me! I know where I’m going with this story, really I do, and
it’s worth the wait.”
But
Veiled Rose did not end on a successful
moment for the hero. It did not end with a kiss for the heroine. And sometimes,
readers will not forgive that. Oh well. You faithful imps stuck with me, and I
appreciate that more than I can say!
“You said once . . .” Again we find
Lionheart alone in the forest, calling out for his friend to find him in his
trouble. “I’m lost. I need you,” he says. And he does. Not for any romantic
feeling—no, no. Readers are much mistaken if they think Lionheart has any
romantic interest in Rose Red here at the end of
Veiled Rose. But he knows her to be the one faithful friend in his
life. The only one who will trust him and believe in him, no matter his
failures. At least, so he believes.
And he needs a
friend like that. Desperately.
What Leo saw: Here in this chapter we
finally learn what exactly Leo saw in the pool of the Mountain Monster’s cave.
We learn that he did indeed see Rose Red’s face. We also learn that he saw his
own face and, in a moment of clarity, recognized what he saw. Recognized that
he was not the hero he wanted to believe himself to be.
And he spent the
entire rest of this novel fleeing that image. But he cannot escape it forever.
The goblin: Here, in the very last
chapter, we learn the truth of Rose Red’s face. She is a goblin. There is no Faerie
princes of unreal beauty hiding behind those veils. There is only an ugly,
hideous monster, with jagged, jutting teeth and enormous, moon-wide eyes,
flattened nose, rocklike hide . . . she is a monster out of children’s stories
and nightmares. Our dear, sweet, loyal Rosie.
But after spending
an entire novel with this character, does her appearance really matter so very
much?
Again, I faced some backlash for this revelation. People expecting a romantic
moment between these two characters were bitterly disappointed. Because, of course,
how can we expected Lionheart to have romantic feelings for such a creature?
How can there be a kiss when she looks like that?
Well, there can’t
be. And if that’s’ what readers want, they will be disappointed. But there can
be something more, something much deeper and more profound. There can be real
honesty. There can be true friendship. Even between the monster and the coward.
A confession and a promise: Lionheart
tells Rose Red what he has not had the courage to tell anyone else: that he
failed. He doesn’t tell her the whole of the story, but he tells her the most
important aspect. He tells her of his failure. Because he knows that she, of
all the people in his life, won’t care.
And Rose Red,
wrapping her arms around him in a surprising moment of tenderness and
demonstrative affection, promises him: “There ain’t nothin’ you can do that
will turn me from you.”
A powerful promise.
We can only hope that she’s right . . . because Lionheart has not done his
worst yet.
But for this story,
let it end here. Let it end with friendship and devotion. Let us hope that
Lionheart may indeed prove himself worthy of a friend such as Rose Red. That he
may indeed, with her at his side, recover himself and transform into the king Southlands
needs.
A reminder: And yes, I used Rose Red to
remind my readers that
they need to read
all the legends together to know how everything turns out. Not that
everyone paid attention, mind! But I tried.
And there we are,
dear readers all! The end of this read-along. Thank you for joining me on this exploration
of
Veiled Rose, my sophomore novel.
Keep checking back for more fun upcoming events on the Goldstone Wood blog,
including the upcoming 2014 Fan Art Contest! Dates to be announced shortly.
Questions on the Text:
1. What were your thoughts on first
learning the truth of Rose Red’s secret?
2. How does this chapter strike you as
an ending? Bittersweet? Sad? Hopeful? Incomplete?
3. Having come to the end of this story, who
would you pick as your favorite character?
4. And, one last time, any favorite lines?
Q&A
Allison wants to know: "My final question of the read-through is, aside from
Shadow Hand, will we ever come back to the Southlands again? You mention books set in other locations, but I don't know if you've elaborated on this."
You know, I'm not actually certain. Not for a little while at least. The next several books after
Shadow Hand are set in Noorhitam, Parumvir, Corrilond, Arpiar . . . and then after that, things are little bit more up in the air. But the fact is, this series is constantly growing, so the likelihood is we will return to Southlands at some point and time. At least for some novellas, if not full-length novels!
Jemma wants to know: "Is
Golden Daughter book 8 or 7? I have this weird feeling that it was once refered to as book 8 but that doesn't make sense."
Heh, I probably did refer to it as book 8 at some point . . . it's all too easy to get my numbers mixed! But no,
Golden Daughter is definitely book 7. Book 8 has an as-yet unrevealed title . . . but I should be letting you know about that pretty soon now!
Jemma also wants to know: "When will you do a blog page for you next book? (Because I can't wait!)"
I'll be doing a blog page for
Golden Daughter around the same time as the cover reveal. Right now, the cover reveal is tentatively planned for the end of February . . . just before
Shadow Hand's release. I have a couple of loose ends to tie up first, but believe me, I'll be letting everyone know! And yes, I hope to do a "characters you will meet" page for
Golden Daughter too, time permitting.
Caitlyn wants to know: "Those inhaling dragon smoke were in stasis and didn't age, but this chapter describes how the smoke poison aged them. Were they only in stasis when the Dragon was there?"
Well, they didn't
age in years. No more than they starved or grew longer hair or anything like that. But the poison definitely took years out of their life, so they aged in that respect, particularly the Eldest. I think he suffered the most because he was king, and it was his kingdom that was being poisoned.
Caitlyn also wants to know: "Did it ever say Lionheart really loved Rose Red? We saw Rose Red loved Lionheart, and Lionheart loved Una."
Nope, I don't think I ever said anything about that. Lionheart
does love Rose Red, of course, just not romantically. Romantically, he fell in love with Una. But he loves Rose Red as his most trusted, most devoted friend.
Whether or not he ever falls
in love with her remains to be seen . . .
Anna wants to know: "You keep pointing out the Cinderella parallels in
Veiled Rose. Were those intentional or not-intentional?"
LOL! I really don't think they were intentional. I'm pretty sure I am just so steeped in
Five Glass Slippers submissions at the moment that Cinderella parallels jump out at me
everywhere. However, I do suspect that I
unconsciously was including those themes, since I have always been nuts for fairy tales. I consider my genre to be "allegorical fairy tales," after all.
Heather wants to know: "Within your next few books, how many of them will take place after
Shadow Hand?"
Um . . . well. That's a bit hard to answer. Sort of all of them. But also, not really. Um . . . I think you'll need to read
Shadow Hand before I can answer that (Since I would hate to give away spoilers!).
Allison also wants to know: "Were you aware of the events of
Shadow Hand when you were writing
Veiled Rose and
Heartless?"
Not while writing
Heartless, no. And not while writing
Moonblood either, actually! But late in the drafting of
Veiled Rose, I began to realize that I couldn't leave Daylily's story untold. And more of it was beginning to come compellingly to mind. I still sat on the ideas for it through the drafting of
Starflower and
Dragonwitch, but it was pretty much roaring to be told by the time I sat down to it! But no, the first idea for it didn't come to me until part way through drafting
Veiled Rose.
Fan Art:
Here are some fun pieces of fan art to celebrate the end of the read-along! First, this photograph by Caitlyn:
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INTO THE WOOD
By Caitlyn and Hunter |
The picture is of a girl in a long skirt making her way into a mysterious, dark forest. And viewers should search for the "Easter egg" copy of
Veiled Rose, hidden in the image!
And here is a beautiful poem by Allison, inspired by characters and events in
Veiled Rose:
Ashes
and Dreams
Allison
I wear a
coat of dreams.
It
glistens and it gleams.
It
catches lives and begs for them
To join
in its grand dance.
Though the
wise refuse and wander on,
It
always will give them the chance.
The stars are caught up in its weave.
The
galaxies combine.
It stirs
its broth of life and death
Into a
mix refined.
Sometimes
it weighs me down.
It
pinches and it twists.
It drags
my shoulders to the floor.
It
strains and hurts my wrists.
Sometimes
it shows me dreams
That are
too grand for me,
And
though I cry and though I beg,
It will
not let me be.
I wore
my coat of dreams.
It
glistened and it gleamed
Until I
tore it off.
And now
that it is gone,
I wonder
if I’m wrong.
But
though it gave me dreams,
It never
gave me life.
Although
it gave me beauty,
I though
it not the price.
It never
gave me love,
Although
it dearly tried.
For all
its wild grandeur,
My coat
could only lie.
So
listen to my warning:
Do not
scorn the idle dream.
Be wary
of your coat
Although
it glistens and it gleams.
If it
ever asks you for your life,
Be sure
to throw it out.
For I’ve
had my dreams fulfilled,
And
they’re ashes in my mouth.
