This very first character spotlight is going to focus on the
character of Ayewoke. Ayewoke can be found as a character in the books, Lady ofSteinbrekka and Heart of Kylassame.
Ayewoke is a form of Magi, a woman with extraordinary powers
who resides in an area of Kaldalangra known as Steinbrekka. Steinbrekka is a
rocky, desolate region that is home to many supernatural creatures and people.
The desolation of the realm has made it the perfect place for King Verikhan to
send any people who come into his realm, either by accident or through
kidnapping. There, they are brain-washed and, usually, die from the assault on
their body and minds from the natural and supernatural forces in the region.
When Rhea goes to Steinbrekka to be brainwashed, she meets
the ancient Magi, Ayewoke. There, Ayewoke gives her the help needed to survive
the ordeal. She realizes that Rhea is not just an ordinary woman, and decides
to act as her emotional guardian once Rhea leaves Steinbrekka. As Ayewoke is not
welcome in the court of Kaldalangra, she achieves this by transforming into her
other form; that of a little gray cat.
This character was born out of two very different but
equally powerful images.
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The first is an image that has always stuck in my head; that
of the old-world tribal Matriarch. These women lived in a time when it was not possible to erase wrinkles, smooth lines, and dye their hair to hide the grays. The elderly were venerated
and cherished for their deep wells of wisdom and experience, and considered
vital members of the community.
These are women who have a primal, dignified
beauty, and every wrinkle tells a tale of the full life they have lived.
It would not be hard to picture a woman, such as this,
sitting on an isolated rocky peak in a supernatural region of another world.
The second image, oddly enough, is based on my childhood
cat, Ewok. Ewok was a very special little gray cat (sound familiar?) that was
always looking out for me while growing up. She would follow me into the woods
for hikes, sleep beside me at night, and brush away my teenage tears with her
little paws.
She was in her twelfth year when I began writing The Lady of
Steinbrekka, and passed away in a mysterious fashion when I was writing the
final chapter of the novel.
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