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Shadows on the Mind – Pavarti K. Tyler Fourth-Wall Friday Finale!

I want to welcome my favorite author of 2012

Pavarti K. Tyler has a little mind blowing, or is that SAND blowing fun with her characters from Shadows on the Wall,  Two Moons of Sera, her work in progress Devour and even Consumed (though Hugo seems sated so no need to worry about snacking)

 A Little reading hint? Chelle and the rest of the crew? Those links? Go find out where each character is from.. just a thought… Otherwise sit down once again for one of the most unique guest posts out there, another fantastic Fourth-Wall Friday from non other than Pavarti K. Tyler…and company!

728x90-bannerStumbling back, I brace myself against the wall of my office. The attack came on so suddenly, for a moment I couldn’t see. I have to wonder, will there be a bruise?

Stop whining The voice following me around demands, twisting my head in its hands until I’m facing the blank page of my computer screen.

What have you been doing, don’t you know you have work to do?

It’s getting worse, the voice in my head, it pulls me in so many directions I’ve lost my footing and when I slam to the ground, no one is there to life me up.

What about me?” A deep masculine voice interrupts my thoughts. I am holding my head, still leaning against the wall, waiting for the deluge of inspiration to pass. Now it’s silent.Recai

Who are you?” Towering above me, I turn to find Recai Osman in an immaculate three piece suit. His brown skin and reddish scruff of beard take my breath away, the faint scar on his cheek the only indication of the pain he’s endured.

I’m yours, I’ve always been yours, why do you keep me at arms length?

He steps forward and takes my hand, pulling me up to standing. Placing a strong hand on the small of my back, he guides me out of the office and to the leather chair in the living room. As I sink down, he unbuttons his jacket and sits on the ottoman, back straight. Is there anything he can’t do?

We have work to do.”

I know,” I shake my head.

Why are you avoiding me? What is it you’re afraid of?

You know what I’m afraid of,” I admit, looking up from under my lashes.

I’ll protect you.” Reaching out, Recai places his hand on my leg, stroking my knee with his thumb. Love and devotion seep out of him, into my flesh, relaxing me and seducing me into considering taking the leap necessary for him to finish his story.

But I shake my head, pushing his hand away, “I don’t think you can protect me this time.

She can’t hurt you.” His whisper is full of conviction, as if by saying it with enough passion he can force it to be true.

She has no choice,” with my admission, his form wavers before me then dissipates into the air, leaving a dusting of sand in his wake.

Recai?” I stand, searching for him. Evening has fallen and the living room is draped in shadows. My skin breaks out in sweat… I know she’s here.

Elih, Turkey

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Hello?” My voice echoes through the house, reverberating in every corner, under every bed, through every dark crevice.

Silence is her response. The darkness deepens, throwing my whole existence into black. I can feel her, wriggling in the back of my mind. Criss-crossing shadows outline the shapes of all the other voices screaming in my head.

Chelle smokes a cigarette on the deck bickering with Stacia, while Raya and Jaelle steal a kiss. Tor and Sera set up a fire in the yard and Maia stares out the window while Hugo holds himself, shaking in the corner. They all need me, they all need their story to be told, but there’s only one whose presence shakes my sense of reality.

Darya Yilmaz, draped in black, emerges from the recesses of my mind; her deep-set eyes the only thing visible from under her abaya’s heavy fabric. She stands across the room, eyes ablaze with righteous indignation.

Why?” She demands with a burnt out voice, her swallow audibly painful.

If I’ve ever been scared enough to wet myself, this would be the moment.

Her kohl lined eyes narrow into slits, removing all appearance of humanity. “I asked you why!” She spits the words at me, the thick cloth covering her mouth absorbs none of her hatred.

You… you know why.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Her accusal is punctuated by a gloved hand pointing at me.

Darya…

Silence of terror

She cut me off, stepping closer and removing the niq?b from her face, exposing her scarred flesh to the dim moonlight. “This, you didn’t have to do this.” Raking her nails across the puckered, splotchy skin covering her once beautiful features, Darya’s voice shakes. “I didn’t deserve this!” With a flourish, she whips off the hijab covering her bald scalp, revealing the extent of her disfigurement.

I didn’t do that to you! Isik did, blame your brother, not me.

He’s not my fucking brother.

Step-brother, whatever, he’s the one who did this, why do you keep coming after me?

Without you, there would be no Isik. Without you there would be no fire. Without you I would still be beautiful!” Her voice is a screech. It pitches against the sky, railing against fate, against Allah, against me.

And without her, you’ll never have redemption.” Recai’s voice rings out behind me. He steps forward but instead of the beautifully dressed billionaire, who had so lovingly reassured me earlier, appears The SandStorm.

Green eyes shine in the darkness, lit by the internal flame of Allah’s will. Wearing nothing but a pair of tan fatigues and a brown niq?b to disguise his identity, The SandStorm looms over the room.

There’s no redemption for me.” She snaps, reaching back for the scarf hanging around her shoulders, hastily pulling it over her scarred appearance.

There’s redemption for everyone, you are still beautiful within your soul.

Soul,” she scoffs, but I can feel the sadness deep inside. I feel it because it’s mine; it’s a part of me as much as it’s a part of her. She’s desperate, broken and hopeless. It drags her down, clawing at her feet until all that’s left is her arrogant refusal to submit.

It’s there Darya, I see it in your eyes. I saw it the first moment I met you.

You don’t know me.

I do.

You’ve never known me.” She steps back, shaking her head.

Once I did. Once, before all this,” he gestures absently to me, “I knew you. I could have loved you.

No!” she screams, rushing toward him, unshed tears reflecting the moonlight in her eyes. In her fury she pushes him down but he doesn’t fight. He doesn’t resist her onslaught.

I wish it could have been different,” I whisper before leaving to return to my office. I cry the tears she cannot and sit down to write.

 

Pavarti K Tyler

She is an artist, wife, mother and number cruncher. She lives in the Washington DC area with her husband, two daughters and two terrible dogs. Upon graduating from  Smith College in 1999 with a degree in Theatre, she moved to New York, where she worked as a Dramaturge, Assistant Director and Production Manager on productions both on and off Broadway. Later, Pavarti went to work in the finance industry as a freelance accountant for several international law firms.   When not busy working as the Director of Marketing at Novel Publicity she spends her time penning her next novel.

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“Winner” in the “Fiction: Multicultural” category for The 2012 USA Best Book Awards!
Honorable Mention in the Mainstream/Literary Fiction category of the 20th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards

Shadow on the Wall

 

Shadow on the Wall

Recai Osman: Muslim, philosopher, billionaire and Superhero?

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Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah’s call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way?

Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm.

In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.

Coming Soon!

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The Last Fourth-Wall Friday of 2013 Thanks Everyone! Come back next week when we have a GREAT and interesting one all lined up and waiting to welcome the New Year in with a BANG (wicked grin)

Ever wonder what happens if you were to break into your world build and sit down and have a beer with? I think I would love to have tea with Jane Eyre, or discuss the best way to take care of vampires with Jane Yellowstone…maybe having Susie Shotgun take me out for some Angels Tears. 

Interested in being part of Cabin Goddess’ Fourth-Wall Friday?

Fourth-Wall FridayAllow yourself as an author to open up a new avenue of sharing your AUTHOR PERSONA & WORLD BUILD in a unique and creative fashion.. Just take a chance, write fluidly and from within that “place” you hangout at with your muse when you are writing. Or perhaps walk in the door, tuck into a corner & watch your characters, or talk with them…

Now opening up sign ups for 2013 – If you are an author and are interested in having your own experience with the wandering, eavesdropping Cabin Goddess and break through your own Fourth-Wall,  Fill out the form and sign up for a date. Currently am accepting dates for 2013. I hope everyone takes time peruse the archives and find out just what other authors have done

 

3 Comments

  1. Once again a brilliant Fourth Wall! Your posts are just epic Kriss! Hope you have a very Happy New Year.

  2. Happy New Year and best wishes for the greatest success in 2013

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