Meet Marin Yarthine (Character Interview by Tracey Clark)
Meet Marin Yarthine
Character Interview by Tracey Clark
November 21, 2015
Please tell us your name and a little about your background.
Hey, Marin here… most of my life was spent under the thumb of an overbearing aunt, and serious wallflower tendencies. But all five of my senses are heightened making me the best Finder at Finder’s Keepers. If its lost, stolen, or missing… I can Find it. Other than that, magic wasn’t real. Ha. I was so naive.
Is there someone special in your life?
Kyland is a Battle Fae sworn to my protection. Turns out we are soul-mated, bound to be together for eternity. Man, am I lucky. swoon
What obstacles stand in the way of your happiness?
There is betrayal to work through and understand, not to mention Fae assassins sent to kill me. The Danshue, or the evil Fae, see me as an obstacle to whatever plan they have in the works to steal power and gifts from younger or weaker Fae.
What is the worst thing you ever had to do and why did you feel compelled to do it?
I killed an Ogre. At the time, it was him or dozens of my coworkers. Not to mention the Battle Fae following me around as my protector, Kyland would have died. I truly believed that I had no other option.
If you could travel back in time to change one thing in your past, what would it be?
That’s easy. I would stop the woman pretending to be my aunt from kidnaping me. Yep. Aunt Lindal is a fake. If I could, I would also stop the disappearance of my mother.
Tracey Clark here. I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all there own, yummmm) are the genres that I love best.
In 2005, a serious case of Multiple Sclerosis ended my higher education as I strived to finish my mathematics degree, wiping away all my beautiful numbers and a large portion of artistic talents that I had taken for granted most of my life. After a few years, my beautiful words started to come back to me. Filling my days and nights with imagined worlds helped me to cope with my newfound reality. I am currently working with Mary (my publisher) at http://gonewritingpublishing.blogspot.com/ Each day I find that getting sick has helped me to find my passion.
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
Marin Yarthine had trouble containing a childish giggle or two. She had managed to locate an Orion Starbrary Indigo Violet Aura Lemurian Seed Quartz Crystal for her boss. The longest, oddest name for a rock, but Anton had been very specific. Besides, she was the best Finder at Finder’s Keepers, who better to go on this mission.
Okay… so her job wasn’t actually to go out in the field and complete Finder’s missions. Finds were completed by a different department. Marin knew that she was nothing more than a high paid researcher. She could take a piece of cloth and tell you where it had been, what had been near it, who had touched it, and more importantly, she could visualize where any related objects might be located.
Yesterday, Anton handed Marin an old textbook written in something that looked like Latin, and asked her to Find a rare crystal for his collection. The words on the book cover had been meaningless to her, but once Marin had held the fragile text in her hands, she had known exactly where to go.
Marin had wanted to complete just one mission on her own. She had been prepared to search the dank and cold Kentucky cave systems, not stopping until she had her Find. It was a simple case, with no danger involved. She would never attempt the kidnaping cases, or one of the Finds involving a murder weapon.
Marin had been surprised to feel the newest store in the area, Crystal Sights, pulling at her Finder’s gift. Anton had sworn up and down that the crystal would be hard to locate. Aisle six – rare gems and crystals—was not her idea of difficult. In and out and no one had gotten hurt.
Her aunt, Lindal, refused to even allow her to look at the building as they drove past, and now Marin had been inside and explored.
Marin had completed her first solo Finder’s mission. She had located exactly what Anton needed and managed to purchase a crystal of her very own. Not that she believed in crystals and magic. Her aunt had explained how her own ability, to locate the lost or stolen, was the closest thing to real magic left in the world. If Lindal knew that Marin had purchased one of the crystals for herself, her aunt would lose her ever lovin’ mind.
For once in her life, Marin didn’t care. She had felt the heat coming off her crystal as she held it in her hands. Maybe her aunt was wrong. Maybe the shopkeeper had told the truth, and the fragile but beautiful rock would help Marin come through her Transition with more protection and control.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Eep.” Marin barely managed to turn her full throttled scream into a small startled cry.
She crashed into the small angry redhead, the one suddenly blocking her path, as she cleared the store exit.
Marin snapped her lips together on the urge to ask her aunt questions. Like where the hell she had come from?