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Pick
Your Path:
Will she or won't she? With which
man (or woman) in which location? With Pick Your Path romance, you decide.
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A
Heart for Copper
Sharon
Lynn Fisher
Genre: Steampunk romance
Publisher: SilkWords
Date of Publication: May 9, 2014
ASIN: B00LDYFKQ6
Number of pages: 67 pages
Word Count: 14K
Cover Artist: Indie Designz
Book Description:
An automaton created by an inventor's son, Copper has finally been given a heart by her young master. Her choice of whether to keep the key or give it to him will determine what happens next in this "pick your path" steampunk fairy tale.
Will her master hold onto her
heart, or will she be tempted by the charms of an automaton man?
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Excerpt:
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like
an empty bird's nest, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost
hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by
something removed, but for something anticipated.
I am an automaton. I have never
moved of my own volition — never lifted so much as a finger, save by the power
of the windup mechanism at my back. Never felt a chill-bump, or the orange yarn
rising on the back of my chicken-wire neck. My amethyst eyes follow my young
master without motion. The dead, glass eyes of a doll. My face no more than a
bone-colored mask with faint pink smudges where my cheekbones would be.
If I were alive.
My brain is sacking stuffed with
cotton, my torso salvaged from a discarded mannequin. My limbs are dark,
spindly things, like they belong on crows. But my master has wrapped them in
ivory silk, and in the dim light of his workshop, I can pretend they are arms
like his.
I am not a living thing, but the
work of man's hands. Man does not give life. Not since The Regression. The
Digital Age machines are all dead. My master was born into the Neoclassical
Age, named not for cultural or artistic reasons, but for the laws of science to
which all citizens are required to conform. Post-classical physics are banned.
Reserved for the gods, the only ones fit to wield them.
How does a stuffed-head,
cobbled-together, life-sized doll know all this? Know anything at all? Because
my master talks to me. Reads to me. From the time he was a schoolboy, he has
shared every lesson with me, from The Odyssey to odious French (his descriptor,
not mine). I was his schoolmate. Watched him grow to manhood while I remained
the same, unless he himself wrought change — replacing dingy fabric with fresh,
tinkering with moving parts, shifting my head so I could watch him work.
I spend many lonely hours in my
master's workshop, when he is away at school or in the city with his family. In
those hours I feel empty and soulless, and I have often prayed that when he
loses interest in me — which he inevitably shall —he will also unmake me,
rather than leave me collecting dust in my chair.
For my master is the only light
in my life, though I am no more to him than the toy ships he played with as a
boy. Less than the pup who licked his heels, followed his footsteps, and
finally sank into a straw-stuffed bed near the fire, from which, occasionally,
I still hear the thump, thump, thump of tail against floorboards.
***
"Hullo, Dutch. Hullo,
Copper."
Thump, thump, thump.
If I could have wagged, I would
have. Master William entered the workshop, light beaming from his every
feature. I knew the expression well. He'd been out in The World. He'd
encountered something — or someone — interesting. Something he wished to share
with me. You'd think he'd tire of my colossal implacability.
"I have something for
you," he said, sinking onto the stool in front of me.
At moments like these I almost
imagined that the hole in my chest had been filled. I could feel an ache there
— an ache that should not have been. His eyes were green as the ribbons of my
corset. His hair black as the coal in the bin. His lips were soft and
expressive, like the women of the house — his mother, his elder sister, the
chambermaids. Master William was everything lovely, everything beloved, in my
dust, dark world.
He slipped a bronze chain from
his pocket. A necklace, with a heart-shaped pendant — the shape of the symbol,
not the visceral, beating thing itself.
The shape of the hole in my
chest.
Tiny metal gears and copper
springs were encased behind a small glass window embedded in the crimson resin.
It was beautiful, a work of art. As I watched, he slid open a small compartment
in the back of the pendant and produced a key. He held out the pendant in the
palm of his hand.
"Happy birthday,
Copper," he whispered.
The echo of my nonexistent
heartbeat sounded in my cottony brain, behind my porcelain mask.
If my lips had breath, his
proximity would have stopped it as he moved to slip the chain around my neck,
letting the heart fall into its readymade grave. Pinching the key between his
fingers, he inserted it into a tiny keyhole in the tapered bottom of the heart.
Bolts sprang from the sides of
the pendant, penetrating the stuffing in my chest, locking the heart in place.
I felt it as if I were flesh and bone.
A loud, dry, sucking sound came
from my throat as I took my first breath.
Master William's eyes widened —
with shock? with horror? — as the change took me over. The pain was
excruciating.
"The old woman was
right," he murmured, aghast.
I could barely hear him from
behind the wall of pain — or over the very real pounding in my chest. His face
blurred, and I was sure I felt moisture seeping from the holes in my mask. What
was happening to me?
"You must choose,
Copper," he continued. "Hephaesta said if you want to be like me, you
must give me the key. If you want to be like you, you must keep it."
I glanced down at the tiny thing
of brass still lodged in the base of my heart.
What did it mean? A riddle,
perhaps? What was I to do?
"Quickly," he said,
worry dimming his brightness. "The heart will stop beating without the
choice."
Pain spiked up my arm as I raised
it from my side. My wooden, wire-jointed fingers wiggled to life. I grasped the
key and removed it.
1.
I've waited all my non-life for this. I give him the key.
2.
I want to find out who I am. I keep the key.
Will
she? Won't she? Yes!
My
gracious blog host has asked me to talk about what’s different about writing
Pick Your Path stories. The difference in the writing is the same thing that
makes Pick Your Path fun for readers, and it’s something I think every author
can relate to.
In
SilkWords stories, the introduction sets up a choice. In mine, A HEART FOR
COPPER (sweet romance), the heroine is an automaton who has been given a
clockwork heart by her inventor, William. As a writer, at this point in the
story I naturally start to think about what is the most interesting outcome of
this? Does the heart make her fully human, so she can be with William? Or does
the heart make her realize she needs to come into her own as a person before
she can find love? There is the potential for fascinating fallout from both
choices.
Probably
by this point you’ve figured out where I’m going with this: Both choices are
believable, and both have potential for tension, conflict, and plot twists. So
how does the author choose?
With
Pick Your Path, the author leaves that choice to readers. They have the option
to make one choice at each choice point, following one path just like a linear story,
or they can return to the beginning and read about all possible outcomes. For
the author, it’s a wonderful creative exercise — something we don’t get to do
in our regular world of linear fiction with its deadline-driven reality.
Following
two (or more) potential choices is challenging from an author perspective. It’s
sort of like writing in parallel universes, and it makes our brains work in new
ways. Connecting up the dots of different stories about the same characters and
situation can be tricky. But there’s also something very satisfying about it. If
you go off in different directions with your character —oftentimes even end up
at different finishing points — and the characters still feels whole and
compelling (and all versions of the story satisfying) you’ve really
accomplished something!
For
me, considerations in writing A HEART FOR COPPER were:
·
How do I make all choices/paths feel realistic? In other words, the reader believes it’s a choice the
character might really make. There shouldn’t be a choice that feels so out of
character the reader is left scratching her head over it.
·
How do I make all choices compelling? It doesn’t work to have choices like: A. She kisses
William. B. She goes home and soaks in the tub. Who’s going to choose B (unless
William is a jerk, and then I’ve failed in other ways)? In a successful Pick
Your Path, all choices are tempting.
SilkWords
publishes both romance and erotica. In romance, choices can be about which man
the heroine chooses, where they go on their first date, and how many conflicts
they have to overcome before they can be together. The best choices are very
true to life. Say a heroine meets someone who has the baggage of a dead spouse,
for example. She’s worried about his emotional state, and maybe there’s another
man vying for her attention who seems easier and safer.
In
erotic stories, Pick Your Path is typically about sexual exploration. These can
be light-hearted and fun, or angst-ridden and bittersweet. The choices have to
do with the number and sex (M/F) of partners, flavor of sexual activities
(spanking, bondage, etc.), and types of sex toys.
And
just to keep things exciting, SilkWords doesn’t require all endings to be HEA.
All romances will have at least one HEA, and for erotica there must be at least
one hopeful or positive ending. Whether you find it depends on how you choose!
This can be cathartic for romance authors, who get an opportunity to rebel a
little. And it also brings something fresh and unique to the reading
experience.
Do
you like Pick Your Path stories? What’s your favorite aspect?
Review:
This story hooked me from the get go. As I read, the song Shatter Me began to play and I had to laugh-this is the perfect song for this particular book. Wind up girl meets her future in an unsure world. The imagery is very inspiring and I had to keep turning the pages to see what the author was going to do next-what choices she would allow me to have to weave my own version of this tale. Such a lovely romance! I can't wait to read more by this author.
5/5
Review:
This story hooked me from the get go. As I read, the song Shatter Me began to play and I had to laugh-this is the perfect song for this particular book. Wind up girl meets her future in an unsure world. The imagery is very inspiring and I had to keep turning the pages to see what the author was going to do next-what choices she would allow me to have to weave my own version of this tale. Such a lovely romance! I can't wait to read more by this author.
5/5
About
the Author:
Sharon has written three science
fiction romance novels for Tor Books — Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia
Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8(2015) — and she's indie publishing her erotica
series Fantasies in Color.
She’s also the editorial director
for (and a partner in) SilkWords!
Visit her at www.sharonlynnfisher.com
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