I’m cat-jacking Mom’s Monday post because her friend Cairn Rodrigues is here to talk about THE LAST PROSPECTOR, Cairn’s fantasy featuring the color spectrum and, best of all, cats.
Cairn Rodrigues is a former professional chef who found that keyboards offer fewer cuts and burns, so she turned to writing. A lifelong nerd, she has affection for marzipan and a potentially unhealthy Twitter addiction. She resides near her hometown of Sacramento, California in a poorly decorated house.
Here is what Cairn has to say:
Of Cats and Men in THE LAST PROSPECTOR
Raise your paw if you’re a cat person! Cats are great, they are fuzzy and soft, silly little creatures who always manage to maintain an air of superiority even in the most undignified situations. When I created Prospector for my first novel, The Last Prospector, I went in knowing that he rode a large cat. What I didn’t know about Grayme Ceruleya was that the man really, really loves cats. Big cats, small kits and everything in between that purrs, Prospector is definitely a cat person.
How it happened, I’m not really sure. It’s been my experience that characters create themselves, Prospector was always a cat lover and I eventually figured it out. His love for cats is in his blood though, his clan is well known to be the finest mount trainers in all of Solstice and cats are the family specialty.
Back in the misty times of Solstice’s history, the dark goddess Ynoirya petulantly turned all the snakes and cats of the green tier into giants. She had her reasons, mind you. Over time, some of those giant cats found their way into the neighboring blue tier of Cyannis and eventually became domesticated. More like super-sized housecats than lions, Cyannish cats are used as mounts, for vermin control and even patrolling security for family farms.
There is something uniquely ineffable about felines. They are so well known to us, like a witch’s familiar, and yet so mysterious. We can’t stop trying to figure them out. Perhaps it’s why the kitties slipped in and carved out a chunk of my story to claim it for all catkind, because they could. While the first book in the Song of Solstice series features Prospector’s two mounts, Willow and Mak, be assured that the cats to come are epic. Temperamental, curious, loving and heroic, cats are as big a part of the story as anything else.
I had a very special cat once named Charles Howard; he disappeared one night and didn’t return for two years. CH died just a few months after coming home, on the day I was writing the chapter about the loss of Prospector’s beloved Willow. In many ways, Charles Howard is imprinted on Solstice as a way of mourning him, and he lives on forever as Chachi the plump orange kit.
Recently, I adopted a lively little rescue kitten. She’s a grey and white tabby called Viva who has rebounded very well after being abused early on. It’s wonderful to have a new life in the house, so full of love and energy. There is a good chance she will carve out her own turf in Solstice someday.
I do hope you will read The Last Prospector. It’s the start of a much larger story, filled with interesting people, gorgeous scenery and cats. Silly, happy, heroic cats.
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