The Unknown Elf by Karlie Lucas
Marie never expected to wake up in North Pole City, let alone become Santa’s Emergency Replacement. It was a job she never wanted but couldn’t turn down, thanks to Clarence, Santa’s right hand man. Now, Marie has to work with Clarence, who believes she is some kind of criminal who will cause the destruction of everything he holds dear. Trying to prove that he’s wrong, Marie keeps making mistakes that push them even further apart. It doesn’t help that she has a past she’d rather keep hidden. However, trying to keep her past where it should belong isn’t easy. Just when Marie starts to feel like things are coming together, a madman with a bone to pick, and Christmas to ruin, threatens the whole of the North Pole Organization. Marie must rely on Clarence and her new friends to help her face her past before Christmas is gone forever. But does she have the courage to truly be herself when it could mean losing everything?
Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.
Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.
When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.
She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.
Q and A with the Author:
1. Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
The Unknown Elf was the book that taught me really how to write. I started it way back in junior high, and, after many years of revision, finally found the happy medium with my characters that I'd been striving for. Happy characters (figuratively speaking), makes for a good book, even if the characters aren't always happy about the circumstances they end up in.
2. What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
The thing I struggle with most is actually more that every day life sometimes overtaxes me and my characters (creative muse, if you will), won't talk to me. It's hard to write when I can't keep in sync with them. Usually, I have to wait until they start "talking" to me again, or move on to another story until they do.
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Snippet (From a dream)
It was dark as he ran down the hallways of the Main Office Complex, searching, hoping that what his heart and mind whispered wasn't true. There was no way it could be true. It had to be the worst lie imaginable, but it still sang through his veins. It felt like hot fear burning in a blazing inferno of mixed up emotions.
The radio at his side blared static, jumbled words that were unintelligible. Only the occasional call for haste filtered through. But, no matter how hard he tried to run, to climb down the many stairs, it felt like he was moving through molasses. It felt like he was moving slower and slower the closer he got to the ground floor. It looked like a war zone, with debris strewn all over. It was as if the place had been abandoned because of some kind of attack.
In one hand, he gripped the note he'd found on Santa's desk. The note explained where his friend had gone; even knowing that doing so might spell the end of his life. Why had Santa been so self-sacrificing? Why hadn't he asked for help? Clarence tried to run faster, trying to understand what had gone through the Head Elf's head. He hoped to arrive there before the unthinkable happened. He raced for the doors facing the Green and flung them open, bursting out into the light.
The radio at his side blared static, jumbled words that were unintelligible. Only the occasional call for haste filtered through. But, no matter how hard he tried to run, to climb down the many stairs, it felt like he was moving through molasses. It felt like he was moving slower and slower the closer he got to the ground floor. It looked like a war zone, with debris strewn all over. It was as if the place had been abandoned because of some kind of attack.
In one hand, he gripped the note he'd found on Santa's desk. The note explained where his friend had gone; even knowing that doing so might spell the end of his life. Why had Santa been so self-sacrificing? Why hadn't he asked for help? Clarence tried to run faster, trying to understand what had gone through the Head Elf's head. He hoped to arrive there before the unthinkable happened. He raced for the doors facing the Green and flung them open, bursting out into the light.
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Thank you for sharing my book!
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