Today we have R.L. Drembic, author of The Knights of the Caers. Take it away!
You're trapped in a dark alley with the bad guys on your heels. Which one of your characters do you want by your side?
He must be quite the character!
Zombie apocalypse! Weapon of choice?
Excellent choice! That should stop them.
If you could travel to any period in history, where would you go?
That would be an interesting and exciting time to visit.
What historical figure would you most like to have lunch with?
Sir Robert Peel
He sounds like an interesting man.
You're performing on Broadway! What show are you in?
The Phantom of the Opera
Good choice. Maybe I should have asked which character you'd play.
Thanks for being with us today!
R.L. Drembic has loved reading from an early age. It wasn’t until shortly after high school that he got the idea for a book of his own. Inspired by a friend’s courage to try and get her own novel published, Drembic began writing and has continued through his college career. Drembic has plans for a dozen more books and hopes for a chance to share these adventures with avid readers everywhere.
Excerpts from The Knights of the Caers
The flames danced and weaved intricate and ever-changing patterns in the desert breeze. The light flickered and cast shadows from the rocks around the fire. Edric sat on an old fallen tree, mesmerized by the dance. This is where Edric found the closest thing to peace these days, the only place where he could come close to forgetting the past. But the past was kept near by the bear tooth necklace that always hung like a weight around his neck. Edric would never stop carrying this necklace though, it meant too much.
The Knights fought desperately side by side. The Freemen's charge had been valiant, but now their dwindling group was completely surrounded by the [enemy]. Their chant had also died away as the tide of battle turned against them.
Edric fought with a dagger in his left hand and a sword in his right. He furiously tried to hold the [enemy] back, blocking swords left, right, and overhead. Beside him, Cal fought with two swords. His skill was magnificent as he whipped the swords around, in unison but individually as well. On the other side of Cal were Stephen and Quint. Stephen was still fighting with a single sword but Quint had dropped his and was using the two daggers he favored.
The [enemy] pressed in on them, but they were no match for the Knights of the Caers. More and more [enemies] fell, but it seemed like there was an endless supply; each time an [enemy] fell, another one stepped forward.
With the shift in focus to Captain Madiba, Edric and Cal found themselves at the back of the group. Edric leaned over and whispered, "Why don't we get to be captains?"
Cal rolled his eyes. "Remember that time when Osgood let you plot the course back to Eliada. and we ended up in Avid?"
"However, I'm not sure why I don't get to be captain," Cal shrugged.
"How 'bout the time Osgood gave you the helm during the mock battle and you almost sank both ships."
"Yeah, I was never any good at sea tactics," Cal admitted.
"Why don't I get to be a captain?" Quint asked, having heard their earlier conversation. "Captain Quint, it has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He said with a grin.
"You don't get to be captain because you'd paint the Storm Cloud orange," Edric replied, remembering the horrid orange robe Quint had bought back in Eliada.
"I would not," Quint said indignantly. "Maybe blue..." he shrugged, mostly joking.
"So why is Stephen the captain?" Cal asked suddenly. "It's his fault..."
"Yeah, but otherwise we wouldn't have a ship and therefore no need of a captain to captain the ship that we wouldn't have anyways," Edric answered quickly.
"I guess that makes sense... sort of," Cal said, still pretty confused.