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Blog Tour for Liza O'Connor's Rana Teenage Queen

March 6, 2017

I'm honored to host the always fabulous Liza O'Connor on a blog tour stop for her new release, Rana: Teenage Queen. 

Baffled why fairies are detested by humans

First of all, humans like to think of themselves as the ONLY humanoids in existence. On Earth, they had a furry humanoid whose DNA was 98% the same as theirs, and they still treated the poor primates horribly. They would lock them up in cages, or shoot them on sight. And there were others humanoids as well, some of which were near extinction due to humans killing them for sport.

So, naturally, you could imagine that a small humanoid with wings, would not fare well. Thus, when the humans arrived on the planet Hope, the fairies wisely stopped flying about with their wings. They would walk, ride horses, ride in wagons, or ride in a flying machine. But they would not spread their wings and fly.

This was very smart of them. While humans didn’t fear small people, some of them did fear ‘fairies’. They had stories from their Earth days where evil fairies would steal babies.

Even the evil cast out fairies on Hope didn’t want to be called fairies. They called themselves witches.

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Rana is only sixteen when she becomes queen. Her first challenge is to quell an internal coup while a massive army storms the gates of her castle. Her enemies believe her to be a child, but she has powers they’ve never suspected. She also has great dreams for her people, and she will do whatever is necessary to make them happen, even marrying a prince she does not want.

 

EXCERPT

Rana meets Lilth

Lilth rolled her eyes again. “You want me to believe you are so good, but hundreds of people were put to death on your word. Some of them innocent.”

This girl sure knew how to go for the Achilles heel.

“That is true. Had I used magic to accomplish the task of removing all assassins, perhaps no innocents would have died.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“We have to be careful when using magic, or people will realize what we are. And for a reason I have never understood, they fear us greatly.” Rana paused. “It may be outcasts like your mother who instilled that fear.”

“They didn’t think her a fairy; they thought her a witch.”

“All the same. We should only use our powers when it’s the last resort. Killing two hundred assassins by magic would have upset my people far more than General Collins’ method. Death they understand. Magic, they do not.”

Lilth nodded her head and stared out the narrow slit for so long that Rana closed her eyes.

“Did you like your childhood?” the girl asked.

“Some parts.” Rana didn’t bother opening her eyes. “My parents were kind and loving. However, there was a kid at school that made my life hell.”

“Where is he now?”

“Good question. I’m not sure. He and his mother may have decided to leave the hold. His stepfather was killed for treason.”

“Real treason, or ‘I don’t like your son’ treason?”

“Real treason. He was behind the murder of my father.”

“Are you sure? It is more than likely my father killed your father.”

“No.”

Lilth rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean he held the sword that killed the man, only that he ordered the man’s death.”

“I know exactly how and why each of my parents died. Your father had no part in it.” She opened her eyes and stared at Lilth. “Your father is a good man, and I think his goodness is in you, something you’ve tried to hide your entire life as you lived with truly evil people. It’s safe to come out now, Lilth.”

 

About the Author

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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Thanks so much for having me over!

It is ironic the bad faeries wanted to be called witches because that didn't turn out well in the past for people called witches. I love all of Lizas books.

Yes, but that was on Earth. This is Hope.



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