One of my absolute favorite images that is carved with crystal sharpness in my mind is the moment in Aliens when the cargo door opens and Ellen Ripley is controlling the cargo-loader robot and calling the absolutely frightening alien a b*tch. She was powerful, facing her fear in what would be anyone’s living nightmare, and that’s the key. She was not fearless, but she had the strength of her convictions. She stood for something. Another of my very favorite characters is Trinity in The Matrix. Just the opening scene alone turned me into a believer. She unleashed a can of whoop *ss all over the bad guys, without having to wait for a man to save her.
My favorite kind of female character, who I find to be most interesting above all else, is the woman who is strong, confident, knows her business, and isn’t going to be timid when it comes to doing what she needs to do, whether it be save a little girl from becoming the host body of an alien or trying to outrun the agents in order to get to safety. These are the kind of women who are my role models. Taylor Lane is just such female characters in Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, and now in Dark Summer Dreams, Book 2, Shandria Langston challenges herself to become the woman she’s always imagined she could be.
Society delivers messages through all forms of media: TV, movies, ads, and books. These become insidiously embedded into the culture, manipulating what we all see as the norms, telling women who they’re expected to be and how they’re expected to act in society. The only expectations that a woman should adhere to are the ones she sets for herself. So many young girls in society continue to rely on others for their feelings of happiness and self-worth, which is why I like to write stories with young female characters that find their inner strength and kick some ass with it, metaphorically speaking.
In Dark Summer Dreams, Shandria Langston has been kept hidden from her enemies for most of her life. She was isolated from society which created a situation where she was sheltered and painfully naïve about life. As the story unfolds, she finds she is far more capable than she realizes and manages to take control of her life and demand what it is she wants. She’s determined to show Kraggon Dragmor, the powerful warrior who works hard to deny the attraction, that she’s no one to trifle with. If there is something I want to reinforce for young women, it is that they should strive to be whole on their own. Only then can they have the rich experience of truly sharing themselves with someone else.
Thanks so much for joining me today. Who are your favorite characters?
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler. Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, was released January 6, 2014, and Dreams of a Dark Summer, Book 2 of the Dreamwalker series is set to for release June 9, 2014. She’s currently working on the next book in the Dreamwalker series which is set to come out in December, 2014.
Book two of Dreamwalkers
I freed him from imprisonment, only to become his pawn.
I, Shandria Langston, last remaining daughter of the leader of the Sunan, was charged with an impossible task. I had to rescue Kraggon Dragmor—sworn enemy of my people—from the death chamber. If I refused, our world as we know it would be destroyed.
Oh, but was he happy with my sacrifice? No. Instead of being properly appreciative of this selfless act, of being grateful that I tended to him through a deathly illness, the bastard’s kidnapped me. I’m “a symbol of retribution for his people.” The man has no heart.
I have only one advantage in captivity: I can read Kraggon’s thoughts. I know that he can’t afford to admit that I empathize with his people. He can’t afford to admit that I am more beautiful than any woman he’s ever seen, or allow me to fire his blood with every look…and he can’t afford to admit that he’ll do anything to save me, that I’ve become his heart.