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Title: Fallen Ruler
Author: Eleanor T Beaty
Genre: Paranormal, YA
Format: Ebook, Paperback
Length: 260 pages
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For sixteen years, Lya, has lived as a normal human, until her father, Walter, gets involved with the wrong people and puts Lya’s life at risk. During a visit to Miami, Lya’s older sister is kidnapped, and Lya and her father are subsequently taken hostage by Walter’s associates and forced to board a plane to India. When the plane lands in Delhi, Lya is rescued by three monks and taken to a Monastery. There her reality is shattered, when she learns the true identity of her rescuers and, even more surprisingly, herself. Lya is now faced with the toughest decision of her life. Can she live up to her ethereal destiny and save her family?
Fallen Ruler Excerpt
A lush garden, with ancient ficus trees, surrounded her grandmother’s cottage in the Grove. The tall trees’ cascading aerial roots had terrified Lya when she was small. At night they turned into huge monsters with scary faces. Nee had come up with the perfect solution to make her feel safe; she’d placed three angels with chimes in the garden to guard the house. These angels didn’t have wings or names. They were but blue wooden silhouettes.
Nee’s gates stood open. The mango trees in her garden were loaded; the sweet scent of ripe fruit permeated the driveway. There would be mango bread for tea. Her seventy-year-old grandmother opened the door dressed in an orange Sari. Her shoulder-length gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which brought out her almond-shaped brown-green eyes.
“Abhaya.” Nee gave her a tight hug.
Abhaya, Lya’s Indian name meaning “fearless,” had been given to her by a nurse at the DelhiHospital the day she was born.
Lya kissed her grandmother’s cheek.
Nee looked past her. “And Utpalini, has she escaped?”
Utpalini was Andrea’s Indian name, given to her by Nee. “More like bolted, while I dozed.”
Nee smiled. “Her loss.”
Lya felt bad about her sister’s treatment of Nee. Andrea considered her an embarrassment, an outdated hippie who should be put out of her misery.
The aroma of mango and dough drifted through the house. Nee’s cottage had beautiful art pieces collected during her travels. The Russian icon of a Madonna and Child and the bronze Buddha sitting on his wooden pedestal were Nee’s favorites.
“I set tea in the garden with the angels.”
Lya smiled to herself. As soon as they stepped out, the chimes rang in welcome. Lya bowed and thanked the angels. She still hadn’t figured out how her grandmother rang those chimes on cue. There were no wires. Three places had been set on the old picnic table under the golden raintree’s cascading canopy, now lined with yellow flowers. Lya sat facing the house, knowing her grandmother liked to face the angels.
“How was the trip?”
Lya shrugged. “Ok. I didn’t sleep much. The plane was full.”
Her grandmother poured the tea. “And your father?”
“He caught a flight to headquarters. He’ll be back tonight.” The company’s headquarter was in New York City.
“And your mother?”
Her mother, Carla had stayed behind to pack up the house. Or so she said. “She arrives next week.”
“How is everyone dealing with the move?”
“Well, it varies. Mom’s upset; she didn’t want to leave Brazil. When Dad announced the move, she said she didn’t care where they went, since anywhere with Dad sucked.”
Nee’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought things had calmed down.”
“No. I think it’s gotten worse between them. They weren’t fighting as much because they kept out of each other’s way. Both Dad and Andrea are furious over the move. Dad thought he’d get something like Paris after Bolivia and Brazil, and not another underdeveloped country like India.”
Words on Paper -The Power of a Writer by Eleanor Beaty
Many years ago I gave one of my first novels to a professional for critique. What I heard back blew my mind. My novel didn’t contain a family conflict. It was full of action, mystery and adventure but no family conflict. The mother and son got along. That didn’t make the novel an interesting read. I was shocked, of all the things to criticize!
For so many years, decades even, YA books always contained a strong central, or parallel theme, of family conflict; the misunderstood teen and the mean, misunderstanding parent. Why does it have to be that way? What are we telling our teens? It’s okay, you should hate your parents and think of them as your enemy. God forbid your parents be someone you can count on during difficult times. Writers perpetuated the behavior from previous generations, like the sixties, seventies and even further back, stigmatizing teenagers, boxing them into formated behavior. Books and films created impossible obstacles, making it unconventional for families to be close. They dictated how teens were supposed to act. Rebel against adults! They will never understand you!
In order to be happy you had to go off and brave the world alone, leaving those who gave you life in the rearview mirror.
That was the norm, the acceptable, the traditional and anything outside of that was weird. If your parents cared about you, if they hugged and kissed you, if they told you they loved you – you were not cool. But that wasn’t the way all over the world. It was, and is, a very American thing. Maybe English too, but it was America who dictated through films and books what was cool to the rest of the world. And cool was being a rebel without a cause.
I remember a British film that dealt with that topic, and put a dent into that stereotypical behavior – To Sir With Love, with Sidney Poitier. Actually, it had two controversial themes. Besides the rebellious and neglected teens, it also dealt with race, as the teacher wasn’t white. The teacher’s battle was not only against the rebels, he had to battle the parent’s prejudice against the color of his skin and gain respect for his knowledge. That film marked my generation. It was an in-your-face type of film that made many people less intolerant and more aware. To Sir With Love was a good film; it brought conscience to a generation in desperate need of guidance. It is still an up-to-date theme, because history repeats itself. You can even invert it; a white teacher trying to make a difference and gain respect from African-American students, in a poor neighborhood, where the color of his skin undermines him.
When I read this critique about my novel’s lack of family conflict, I wondered if people like her didn’t stop to think that we writers can be our children’s worst enemies.
I am Brazilian, born of American parents. My dialogue with my parents was difficult. With my father it could be summarized as an eternal conflict, where I spent my time fighting to prove he could not dominate me. I was independent. Really? Who paid the bills? Still, there was a limit to what I was willing to submit to. I missed out on getting to know my father. He died when I was in my early twenties and I can never make up for that precious lost time.
With my mother, after years of confrontation, I managed to turn the situation around and show her that we needed to support each other. It was only the two of us, with no one else to count on, as my siblings were elsewhere. We could be friends. It took her a while to give in but we had the most amazing friendship during my high school years.
Thanks to those years with my mother, my ideals of motherhood took me down a different path. I wanted above all to be a friend aside from a good mother to my children. Having constant dialogue was vital. I wanted to be open and fair, show them the real me. It took years to become this person and in return I had wonderful years with my kids. Yes, there were moments where I had to separate the friend and the mother and impose those unpleasant and very necessary rules and limits. But… This paragraph feels unfinished.
A writer can bring positive change with adventure and excitement, suspense and action. We can write stories showing that the toughest conflicts are not always inside our homes. The conflict in our homes should be dealt with and not ignored. That way the family becomes a support system for our children. Parents don’t always have to be the focus of conflict, realistically there are other family members who can cause just as much pain. We have to mix it up and get out from under the tunnel vision from the past. Not be afraid to show parents/adults as scared to fail, even if teens have a hard time believing it. To teens, parents were never children. Why is that? Books should broaden a teen’s view of life. Teach them to reach out when they’re in trouble. And when a teen reaches out, it helps parents reach back.
I hope to have the option to write stories that show teens they can have a friend in their parents and not be shot down for it. Even if that means I won’t be a millionaire author. And when I do expose conflict, maybe I can give some insight into how to overcome those obstacles. Teens need help to achieve balance, as balance is strength. The written word has the power to help achieve that balance in a teen’s life, and I feel honored when one of my novels does just that.
Eleanor T. Beaty is a Young Adult Paranormal author. A worldly person born in beautiful Brazil and spent much of her childhood in several places (Argentina, Switzerland, and the US to name a few). She holds a BA in English Literature and is published in both Brazil and Turkey.
Eleanor loves spirituality and magic – both have allowed her to gain a strong grip on life and enjoy what it has to offer. She believes that everything has a reason and understanding those reasons help us deal with the difficult moments. Eleanor currently enjoys life with her husband in Brazil.