Saturday, January 10, 2015

{Blog Tour: Guest Post, Excerpt, & U.S. Giveaway} Sonia Poynter, Author of THE LAST STORED

What inspired me to write my book?

Inspiration can be found in the littlest of ideas, the smell of nutmeg and clove coming from the oven, a song you danced to when you were in high school, or a memory of leaves crunching under your feet as you walked home after school.  Each idea is carefully cut and then pieced into place until a work of art is formed.

I think inspiration is a lot like quilting. Often I sat and watched my great grandma Whitis. Her home was deep in the hills of Kentucky. She was a small woman with just a few teeth left in her mouth. I remember she covered her mouth when she laughed, and she laughed often. The quilting loom took up her whole living room, a patchwork of colors, and thread. I was eight years old. Her hands were worn as she brought the needle up and then back down, pulling the thread taunt with each stitch. My nose rested just above the fabric and I gazed in awe. Each remnant of fabric no matter how meager became a thing of beauty in her hands.  I still have one of her quilts. Now, it is thread-bear from love, but I cherish it greatly.

Inspiration for me is a bit of a memory, of laying on my back as a child imagining the clouds into the strangest of creatures, or hearing my mother pray for me and my brother when she washed the dishes every night, of seeing shadows under my bedroom door at midnight when I know everyone is fast asleep. It is both heartache, laughter, and knowing that imagination can grow into something to grab hold of.

THE LAST STORED story came to me after the loss of my own father. I wanted to explore a daughter’s love for her parents, and the pain of losing a loved one. How do you get through the day when you are stuck in routine and grief? Then, like many writers I asked myself a bunch of what ifs. What if another world apart from our own existed? What if we forgot of this world? What if that world stored something here, a girl? The story came together much like my grandma’s quilt. But something funny happened as I finished the novel, my own writing inspired me to see that through death, the Light remains and life goes on. Good always overcomes.


After the sudden death of her parents, making it through the day is a struggle for Amber Megan Peel. In the midst of her grief, an exquisite bird perches on her garden fence and shows her visions of a vivid landscape and a dark lord slouching upon a throne.  She thinks the visions are tied to her sorrow. But when a boy flies through her kitchen window to tell her she’s the Last Stored, she wonders if she’s just lost her mind.

Cree of Din is tasked with one job: Bring Amber home. For seven years, Cree has trained as her protector and it is the ultimate responsibility. Failure means Amber’s certain death, and that’s not an option for Cree – especially since he’s falling in love with her.

The Returning has begun. Now all Amber and Cree have to do is enter Tali, a world of unimaginable splendor and equally unimaginable horror, and defeat Lorthis. If they can’t, not only will Tali plunge into darkness, but so will Earth.

Released: January 6th 2015

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Cree climbs onto the railing and extends his hand to me. “Your choice, Amber, you can come or you can stay!” he yells over the roar of the water.

“This is nuts. You expect me to jump?”

“Nuts? No, merely the door.” He beams with anticipation. He seems fine. In fact, his eyes sparkle with the moon’s glow.

My heart skips. My choice. I had another choice. I grasp his hand and crawl onto the railing. My feet slip, and I waver. Cree steadies me with his hand. The water falls in torrents in front of me. Am I really about to do this?

“You can’t go back once you enter. Are you ready? You can do this.”

He looks into the raging waters, then back at me. His cloak swirls around him like Superman’s cape.

“Yes, I can do this!”

My heartbeat bangs in my throat. I’m about to jump off of Lovers Leap with a boy I don’t know, along with two little old men who have vanished below my feet. This is crazy, but I’m supposed to do it. Part of me knew it every time my mother and father looked over this very railing. I’m at the door.

Cree squeezes my hand, nods, and we jump. He howls. The feeling of dropping over a roller coaster comes on fast. The water rushes by, cold and wet. I fall.

My chest tightens like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me. I choke and cough, spitting out water. I see darkness, and I feel Cree’s hand holding mine.

Then, a bright light shimmers and glows at my feet, reflecting upward. The sound of the water fades. My lungs fill with sweet air. The light expands, covering me. Wind swirls and holds me up. I no longer fall, but glide upward. A light from above warms my face, and the aroma of fragrant honey hangs on the air. We twist and turn, Cree’s cloak coils around him, my own clothing flapping in the wind.

I giggle loudly and squeal like a child.

Cree crinkles his face and laughs along. The wind continues pushing us through a tunnel. I lift my free hand and try to feel the mist forming around us; it scatters with my touch, only to form again when I retreat. We have increased our speed. Far above me, Dartlin and Fink’s feet come into focus, and they’re whooping with joy.

Then we stop.

We stand in a brick wading pool a few inches deep. Stone replaces the air, which moments before surrounded me. I take in a deep, fragrant breath.

Cree continues to hold my hand. He looks at our fingers still entwined and laughs. “You can let go.”

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About Sonia Poynter:

Sonia Poynter is a homeschooling teacher, an active youth volunteer, and a writer. She grew up traipsing through the thick woods of Kentucky often getting lost in the magic of the forest. The woods inspired her heart and her father and mother, a Kentucky Colonel, cultivated her love for storytelling. For Sonia every day is an adventure, providing her with an endless parade of eccentric characters and vivid worlds. Currently, she lives in the sleepy community of Pittsboro, Indiana, with the love of her life and God has blessed them both with three amazing kids.

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