Author Chat with Emily R King (The Hundredth Queen) Exclusive Excerpt, Plus Giveaway!

Author Chat with Emily R King (The Hundredth Queen) Exclusive Excerpt, Plus Giveaway!

Today we're excited to chat with Emily R King, author of The Hundredth Queen. 

Read on for more about Emily, her book, an exclusive excerpt, plus a giveaway!

 

 

 

 

YABC: What gave you the inspiration to write this book?

As cliché as it may be, I had a dream. More specifically, I woke up in the middle of the night with a book title in my mind: The Hundredth Wife. A second later, I corrected it to The Hundredth Queen. I write young adult fiction and “wife” would not suit a title for my audience. I fell back asleep with the adjusted title firm in my memory, and when I woke the following morning, I drafted the Claiming scene (more about that later).

YABC: Who is your favorite character in the book?

I adore Kalinda’s love interest, Captain Deven Naik. Deven represents all the good men I know, like my father and my husband, and hopefully someday, my three sons. Deven is kind and a peacemaker. But he is also duty-bound to the rajah, who is not in the least bit good.

YABC: Which came first, the title or the novel?

The title came before anything else, which doesn’t often happen for me. I’ve been known to draft whole books before deciding upon one. This time it came first because it defines my main character, Kalinda, much to her dismay. By getting to know her, I developed the world and plot.

YABC: What scene in the book are you most proud of, and why?

The very first scene I drafted is not in the first chapter, or the second, or the third. The first scene I wrote takes place in chapter four, when Kalinda meets Rajah Tarek during the Claiming ceremony at the temple. This scene still gives me goose bumps, and has changed very little from the first draft.

YABC: Which was the most difficult or emotional scene to narrate?

At one point in the story, Kalinda has to let go of everything she knows, everything familiar and safe in her life, and the person she loves most. My family moved around some when I was growing up. The hardest was when I was thirteen, and we moved three states away from all my friends. Moments like that are difficult to narrate because they encompass more than just the minutes when you say goodbye. Those moments hinge on years of memories and emotional ties. Kalinda’s parting scene is far worse than mine. She is forced from her home, and she doubts she will ever return.

YABC: Thinking way back to the beginning, what’s the most important thing you’ve learned as a writer from then to now?

Above all, I’ve learned that rejection and criticism is inevitable, but it does not define you. No one’s definition of success should depend on an agent, editor, or reader’s opinion. This industry is maddeningly subjective. Writers have to know why they love to write and strive to improve. They must build their career on self-belief and a humble trek for betterment. The storms of disappointment, dejection, criticism, and insecurity will hit us. They may even shake us. But our commitment to the growth and learning that comes through the creation process will ground us.

YABC: Which part of the writing process do you enjoy more: Drafting or Revising?

Every book is different. Typically, I enjoy drafting. I like the insatiable call of the muse and the high of pounding out a commendable word count for the day. But some books require a slower pace. The Hundredth Queen was a book that could not be rushed.

YABC: What was your favorite book in 2016?

This is difficult! I read a lot, about a book a day when I am not on deadline with my writing. Since I was on deadline most of last year, I haven’t read as much as I’d like. But my favorite book of 2016 was Stung by Bethany Wiggins. I read it while on a flight and got airsick because I refused to put it down even when the ride got bumpy. I disembarked from the plane an unflattering sickly green, but her writing is riveting and well worth the temporary queasiness.

YABC: What’s up next for you?

Two more books are coming to The Hundredth Queen Series! I have been busy preparing those for publication. Writing in the same fantasy world has its challenges, so once I finish book three, I’d like to return to a partially revised draft of a standalone fantasy I shelved to work on this series.

YABC: Is there anything that you would like to add?

Thank you for having me!

 

 

 

 

Meet Emily R King!

Emily R. King is a reader of everything and a writer of fantasy. Born in Canada and raised in the USA, she has perfected the use of “eh” and “y’all” and uses both interchangeably. Shark advocate, consumer of gummy bears, and islander at heart, Emily’s greatest interests are her four children. She’s a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and an active participant in her local writers’ community. She lives in Northern Utah with her family and their cantankerous cat.

 

 

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Meet The Hundredth Queen!

 

As an orphan ward of the Sisterhood, eighteen-year-old Kalinda is destined for nothing more than a life of seclusion and prayer. Plagued by fevers, she’s an unlikely candidate for even a servant’s position, let alone a courtesan or wife. Her sole dream is to continue living in peace in the Sisterhood’s mountain temple.

But a visit from the tyrant Rajah Tarek disrupts Kalinda’s life. Within hours, she is ripped from the comfort of her home, set on a desert trek, and ordered to fight for her place among the rajah’s ninety-nine wives and numerous courtesans. Her only solace comes in the company of her guard, the stoic but kind Captain Deven Naik.

Faced with the danger of a tournament to the death—and her growing affection for Deven—Kalinda has only one hope for escape, and it lies in an arcane, forbidden power buried within her.

In Emily R. King’s thrilling fantasy debut, an orphan girl blossoms into a warrior, summoning courage and confidence in her fearless quest to upend tradition, overthrow an empire, and reclaim her life as her own.

 

 

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Excerpt

 

 

Snowy mountains tear into the ashen sky, their jagged peaks pearly, like wolverine fangs. Cold winds sting my bare cheeks and exposed hands. The frosty temple courtyard is barren of the other daughters and sisters who reside here. Only my best friend is with me.

“Strike me here,” Jaya says, pointing to her neck.

I frown, gripping the bamboo staff harder.

“I have done this a thousand times,” she says. “Trust me, Kalinda.”

Jaya is the only daughter in the temple I do trust, so I swing the staff at her jugular, sweeping sideways in an arc. She stops my attack with both hands and yanks backward. Still holding the other end, I am dragged with her. Jaya jerks upward, wrenching the staff from my grasp, and brings the long end down over my shoulder blades. The bamboo gives a hollow thwack, and I crumple to my knees in the snow.

Jaya straightens to her whole height, a head shorter than I am. “You should have let go.”

I grind my teeth together. Jaya is not gloating. She knows that I have to master this maneuver, one of several I should have already learned, and would have, if it were not for years of lying in a sickbed. I am well enough now, not that my performance shows it.

I push to my feet, my back stinging almost as much as my pride. “Again.”

Jaya passes me the staff and rubs her hands together for warmth. I must have done something tremendous in my past lives for the gods to reward me with a friend like her. She will stay out in the cold as long as I ask, exposed to the Alpana Mountains’ wintry moods.

I swing the staff at her once more. Jaya catches it and yanks back, no hesitancy or leniency in her strength. I hang on, and we grip the staff face-to-face, our silvery breaths colliding in the icy air. My mind goes blank. I can remember the last book I read and the last sketch I drew, but I cannot remember what to do next.

“Spin it fast and pull,” Jaya reminds me.

I whip the staff in a dizzying circle. Jaya’s wrists cannot rotate with it, and she is forced to let go. Finally, I have the upper hand. I jam the short end of the staff into her chest. She jolts backward and skids on a patch of ice. I seize her arm before she falls.

“Sorry,” I say. “I should have warned you.”

“I would have done the same.” One corner of Jaya’s mouth curls up. “But I would have let you fall.”

Rightfully so. I cannot be unprepared for my first skill trials tomorrow or my opponents will laugh me out of the ring. Training with the younger girls at the preliminary level, and having them beat me, was humiliating enough. I finally won my match two days ago and moved up to my age group, but I am still inexperienced compared to the other eighteen-year-olds.

I skim the back of my hand across my forehead, relieved to find it cool to the touch. My health has improved since Healer Baka first concocted a tonic that lowers my chronic fevers, but I have a lot of time to make up for and a lot of skill to prove.

“Up for one more round?” I ask.

Jaya brushes her ebony hair from her eyes and takes the staff from me. “See if you can stop me this time,” she says.

I grin, accepting her challenge. She knows that my strength lies in defensive maneuvers. She is trying to increase my confidence as a dueler, and, gods’ virtue, I love her for it.

A sudden noise, like rocks being crushed, comes from beyond the high stone temple wall. We still and tilt an ear to the wind.

Jaya’s gaze intensifies on me. “Wagons.”

By wagons, she means visitors—or, more specifically, men. I listen harder to the sounds of their approach. Many mysteries surround our gender counterparts, but I am more curious than frightened. I grab my slingshot and start for the gate.

“Kali, wait!” Jaya tugs me back. “You cannot leave the grounds alone.”

“So come with me.”

She worries her lower lip with her teeth. I glance at the gate. We do not have much time. The sisters will discover us missing and come for us. The temple was built without windows, to withstand the lengthy winters and to protect our innocence—or ignorance. This is our first and maybe our only chance to glimpse an arrival party.

Jaya’s gaze flits to the gate. “All right. Quickly.”

We fling open the gate and race to an outcropping overlooking the road, the only thoroughfare leading to and from the Samiya Temple. I crouch low behind an alpine shrub, my senses jumping. Jaya joins me, shivering in the frigid wind. The steady clattering swells. I arm my slingshot with a firing stone. The sisters have warned us of bhutas hiding in nearby caves. No one has seen the evil demons with dark powers, but I want to be prepared.

A supply caravan plods into sight, a line of horse-drawn carts loaded with wares. My belly rumbles with hunger. Our last delivery of fresh goods was three moons ago.

Jaya nudges me with her elbow. “Kali, look.”

A gold-leafed round-top carriage pulled by an ivory horse team ambles over the jutted roadway. The golden carriage is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but an inner chill shakes me. I cannot mistake who is inside. One of the empire’s elite has come to Samiya, and the benefactors make this journey up from the valley below for only one reason. A Claiming.

Jaya frowns so hard that a crane could roost on her lower lip. I was raised in the Sisterhood from infancy, but she was brought to the temple at age eight. When she shared horrible memories with me from her life before, my stomach ached for days.

Several horseback riders come into view. My heart pounds harder. The lead soldier is the clearest to make out; his long legs taper from narrow hips and a boxy, solid chest. He is the first man I have seen in person. My eyes widen to take him in. He is more fascinating than the chapel murals of the sky-god, Anu, and his son, Enlil, the fire-god. I want to see him more closely.

Slingshot ready, I rise for a better look—and stand in full view of Priestess Mita, the headmistress, who calls for us to come in. Jaya goes directly to her. I drag my pace, hoping for another look at the lead soldier, but the slow-moving caravan is now too far away.

“Kalinda,” snaps the priestess.

I hasten into the courtyard. Jaya picks up the two potted plants she brought out for a spot of sunshine and cradles them against her sides. Priestess Mita hustles us through the dark temple entry. Smoke curls laced with star anise rise from the ever-burning incense sticks stationed in the corridor to lessen the mustiness. The priestess passes us lit oil lamps.

“What were you doing outside the grounds?” For a short, shoulder-hunched woman, her authority could make a mountain tremble.

I brace against her scowl. “Jaya was helping me practice for skill trials.”

“What did you see on the road?”

“Nothing.”

Her nostrils flare. “Is that true, Jaya?”

Jaya lowers her eyes. “Yes, Priestess.”

The priestess’s gaze cools. She believes Jaya over me. Last year, the priestess caught me trespassing in the north tower. I was tired of being bedridden, and I often sneaked up to the restricted observatory for fresh air. I tiptoed up there unseen for years, until she came upon me in the stairwell one night. The tower door has been locked since, and Priestess Mita’s trust in me has been stowed away with the key.

“Jaya, go to supper,” orders the priestess.

My friend sends me a hesitant glance and then leaves, her lamp lighting the way down the corridor.

Priestess Mita pins me with her stare. “You know better than to leave the temple grounds, Kalinda,” she says. Then her voice turns careful. “Are you content here?”

“Yes, Priestess.”

This is my home. I would scale the highest peak of the Alpanas to protect it, but given the opportunity, I would do the same for another look at the lead soldier. I tip my face away from the lamplight to hide my flush.

Priestess Mita clucks her tongue. “Focus on your lessons, your sisters, and your devotion. Of the five godly virtues, which does the gods esteem above all else?”

“Obedience,” I mumble. I do not add that I doubt that the gods intended us to be stripped of all but one choice. Then again, when it comes to the Claiming, none of us have any choice at all.

“You will do well to remember your place here,” Priestess Mita says, shooing me along as she leaves to greet the arrival party.

I stare at the closed door at the temple entrance after she goes. I could open it a crack and steal one last peek at the men, but I know that it was fortunate that Priestess Mita did not punish me. I do not want to tempt her further.

My lamp lights the way toward the dining hall. My footsteps resound through the corridors of the building, where teachings about the Claiming are as old as the foundation. Long ago, the temple was instituted by the land-goddess, Ki, as a refuge for female orphans, ranging from infants to young women. Like all Sisterhood temples of the Parijana faith, it operates solely on monetary endowments from benefactors. But the benefactors’ generosity is not without cost. They can travel to any Sisterhood temple and claim a ward—to be their servant, courtesan, or wife.

I quicken my step. I do not want to be claimed for any of these positions. I do not want to be claimed at all. Most daughters cannot wait to leave this remote fortress, but they will leave here only if they are claimed to live whatever life a benefactor dictates for them. I would rather stay in Samiya and serve the gods than leave and serve a man.

Chatter from a hundred girls spills out of the dining hall. I pause at the doorway and scan the knee-high tables for Jaya. She is sitting with the other daughters our age, including Falan and Prita. Jaya motions me over to an empty floor cushion next to her. Sarita and Natesa sit across from them at the same table. I force away a frown and kneel beside Jaya. Falan and Prita smile a hello and return to their quiet chatting.

“Bamboo Girl,” Natesa mutters.

Sarita snickers around a mouthful of rice. I pick at my food with my fingers. I do not wish to take on their tired insults about my awkward height and skinniness.

Jaya leans into my side. “Are you all right?”

I shrug and poke at my watered-down curry. I want to talk about the golden carriage, but not in front of the others. I would rather that our rare glimpse of the outside world stay between us.

Priestess Mita enters the dining hall with an orderly line of sisters trailing behind her. Falan and Prita stop talking, and all eating halts across the hall. The sisters line up at the front of the room. Jaya tenses beside me, and I wipe my hands, no longer hungry. Our leaders rarely interrupt mealtime.

“Daughters, I have marvelous news.” The priestess presses her hands together, as if in prayer. “A benefactor has arrived for a Claiming!”

Most of the girls, even those too young to be a recipient of this rite, gasp with delight. Priestess Mita allows the outburst, smiling proudly. I seek out Jaya’s hand beneath the table and clasp her chilly fingers in mine.

The priestess strides our way to address the girls of age. Twelve of us kneel at two tables. Our blue saris are identical, the shade of obedience and submission, deference and conformity. That is where my similarity with the other girls ends. My gangliness sticks out among their compact curves like a pin stuck into a basketful of thread spools.

“By request of our honored benefactor, tomorrow’s skill trials will continue as planned,” says the priestess. “They will take place in the courtyard, where the benefactor will watch anonymously from the north tower observatory.”

Resentment ignites low in my belly. I want to duel for my own sense of accomplishment, not for a benefactor’s entertainment. I do not care to gain the benefactor’s favor.

Priestess Mita paces the length of our table, her words deliberate and her steps measured. “You will be given the choice to spar with a staff or a bladed weapon.”

Jaya squeezes my hand so hard that my fingertips tingle. Because my chronic fevers have held me behind the other girls, I have not trained with bladed weapons. We learn to slash and parry with steel after we master the staff. I am more than fair with a slingshot, but it is not considered a respectable weapon in the ring.

“We want each of you to look your best when you are shown,” Priestess Mita says. Her smile contains an edge of warning. “Be mindful not to leave too many marks on your opponent.”

I look askance at Natesa smirking. Everyone knows that she wants to leave the temple and become the wife of a benefactor. If she had a choice, she would fight against the weakest girl to increase the appearance of her own skill, and it is no secret that I am the weakest girl.

 

 

 

 

 

The Hundredth Queen

By: Emily R King

Release Date: June 1st, 2017 

Publisher: Skyscape Publishing 

 

 

 

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Comments 13

John on Wednesday, 17 May 2017 17:53

The cover is certainly appealing, and the synopsis provokes and intrigues!

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The cover is certainly appealing, and the synopsis provokes and intrigues!
Julie on Saturday, 20 May 2017 03:09

I really like the cover; the red colors on it are so pretty! I like the synopsis as well. It sounds like it could be a really exciting book!

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I really like the cover; the red colors on it are so pretty! I like the synopsis as well. It sounds like it could be a really exciting book!
Lily M. on Saturday, 20 May 2017 04:52

I'm loving the cover and the synopsis tells me that I will enjoy this book ?

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I'm loving the cover and the synopsis tells me that I will enjoy this book ?
Anne on Wednesday, 31 May 2017 18:32

This sounds like a really good read! I like the cover!

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This sounds like a really good read! I like the cover!
Isabella Wojnarowicz on Wednesday, 31 May 2017 22:05

The cover is so pretty and the story sounds amazing!!

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The cover is so pretty and the story sounds amazing!!
Danielle Lynn on Friday, 09 June 2017 15:29

I keep seeing this advertised every where and every time I find myself falling in love with the cover more and more! An amazing cover and it sounds like we'll have one heck of a leading lady! I need this book in my hands! ❤

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I keep seeing this advertised every where and every time I find myself falling in love with the cover more and more! An amazing cover and it sounds like we'll have one heck of a leading lady! I need this book in my hands! ❤
Hannah on Sunday, 11 June 2017 03:24

The cover looks awesome and the synopsis sounds great.

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The cover looks awesome and the synopsis sounds great.
Candice Gigous on Monday, 12 June 2017 00:13

The cover is very dramatic. The synopsis is very intriguing. I cannot wait to read this one.

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The cover is very dramatic. The synopsis is very intriguing. I cannot wait to read this one.
Gabi Eisenberg on Thursday, 15 June 2017 11:30

I think the cover is very appealing and intriguing, especially the color choices and the font. It is definitely a book I would pick up to check out at a book store based on the cover. Since I love, love, love fantasy books, the synopsis just made me want to read the book even more than I already had (based on the cover), and I'm really excited to read it!

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I think the cover is very appealing and intriguing, especially the color choices and the font. It is definitely a book I would pick up to check out at a book store based on the cover. Since I love, love, love fantasy books, the synopsis just made me want to read the book even more than I already had (based on the cover), and I'm really excited to read it!
wendy rinebold on Thursday, 15 June 2017 20:42

I absolutely love this cover. It drew me to the book right away. The plot sounds very interesting and different from other fantasies in this genre.

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I absolutely love this cover. It drew me to the book right away. The plot sounds very interesting and different from other fantasies in this genre.
Courtney on Friday, 16 June 2017 22:48

The synopsis sounds very interesting. i really want to read the novel. The cover is gorgeous, and I really think the red and gold helps express royalty, which seems to be a major factor in the novel.

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The synopsis sounds very interesting. i really want to read the novel. The cover is gorgeous, and I really think the red and gold helps express royalty, which seems to be a major factor in the novel.
Penny Olson on Saturday, 17 June 2017 00:00

The cover is beautiful and captivating. The story sounds great and really intriguing.

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The cover is beautiful and captivating. The story sounds great and really intriguing.
Dan Denman on Saturday, 17 June 2017 15:13

The cover catches your eye. Kalinda sounds like a good character. The story sounds like a fun adventure.

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The cover catches your eye. Kalinda sounds like a good character. The story sounds like a fun adventure.

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