Author Chat with Sarah Henning (Sea Witch Rising), Excerpt, Plus Giveaway!
Today we're excited to chat with Sarah Henning author of
Sea Witch Rising.
Read on for more about Sarah and her book, plus an excerpt and an giveaway!
Meet Sarah Henning!
Sarah Henning is a recovering journalist who has worked for the Palm Beach Post , Kansas City Star and Associated Press , among others. When not writing, she runs ultramarathons, hits the playground with her two kids, and hangs out with her husband Justin, who doubles as her long-suffering IT department. Sarah lives in Lawrence, Kansas, hometown of Langston Hughes, William S. Burroughs, and a really good basketball team.
Sarah is the author of SEA WITCH, which was an Indies Introduce and Indie’s Next selection. Its follow up, SEA WITCH RISING, is out August 6th. Her first YA contemporary, about a down-spiraling softball player who is recruited to play quarterback on her ex-boyfriend’s football team, comes out January 7th, 2020 and is called THROW LIKE A GIRL. Also scheduled for 2020 is the first book in her next fantasy duology—a feminist tale inspired by The Princess Bride —called THE PRINCESS WILL SAVE YOU, is out in summer.
Meet Sea Witch Rising!
“The Little Mermaid” takes a twisted turn in this thrilling sequel to villainess origin story Sea Witch , as the forces of land and sea clash in an epic battle for freedom, redemption, and true love.
Runa will not let her twin sister die. Alia traded her voice to the Sea Witch for a shot at happiness with a prince who doesn’t love her. And his rejection will literally kill her—unless Runa intervenes.
Under the sea, Evie craves her own freedom—but liberation from her role as Sea Witch will require an exchange she may not be willing to make. With their hearts’ desires at odds, what will Runa and Evie be willing to sacrifice to save their worlds?
Told from alternating perspectives, this epic fairy tale retelling is a romantic and heart-wrenching story about the complications of sisterhood, the uncompromising nature of magic, and the cost of redemption.
~ Author Chat ~
YABC: What gave you the inspiration to write this book?
Spoiler: By the end of Sea Witch you have the set up of the classic Hans Christian Andersen tale because Sea Witch is meant to be a prequel to the story we all know. Therefore, I always knew a kernel of what I could do if there would be another book, I just didn’t know until long after writing that epilogue that it would actually happen. I also thought it would be interesting to set the classic framework against the opening of World War I, which is why the epilogue is fifty years after the natural close to Sea Witch , which takes place in the early 1860s when Andersen would’ve really been alive. Therefore, Sea Witch Rising is a sort of twisted retelling set against the Great War but also very different from both the classic tale and the way things went in Sea Witch.
YABC: What scene in the book are you most proud of, and why?
This is a tough question and I don’t want to give anything away! But if you read Sea Witch and happened to see the dedication, I mention to my husband that I’ll try to get a car chase into the next one. This is because whenever I’m knee-deep in a plot problem of my own making and wallowing, my husband always jokes, “Add a car chase.” So, one silly goal I had was to try very hard to get a car chase into Sea Witch Rising . It’s set in 1914, so there are most definitely cars but they don’t move very fast… so I sort of succeeded and for that I’m proud because I kept my promise (loosely).
YABC: Which was the most difficult or emotional scene to narrate?
Sea Witch Rising is first and foremost about the people who are left behind during these epic journeys other characters take. Firstly, there’s Evie, who sends Alia into the classic tale of The Little Mermaid at the end of Sea Witch , but must deal with the repercussions of using banned magic in the name of love. Then there’s Runa, who is left reeling by her twin sister’s choice. I think the most emotional scenes for me to write involved navigating what comes “after”—Alia’s choice has ripple effects for every character in the book, and whether those characters take those consequences as they come or move to change them in their own way led to their growth on the page. It was both difficult and emotional for me registering each character’s reaction to what they couldn’t control in a way that was organic and unique to each of them and their place in the story.
YABC: Which character gave you the most trouble when writing your latest book?
There was one character in particular who didn’t “speak” to me until I was about three-quarters of the way through my first draft—Sofie. She’s a complicated character with very specific motivations but she wasn’t leaping off the page for me until I wrote a scene I hadn’t planned on…and suddenly I had her voice. It was such a relief—there you are! That scene is still in the book and I can’t really talk about it without giving it away but Sofie and Runa share a moment that really unlocked Sofie and solidified their specific relationship in the book.
YABC: Which part of the writing process do you enjoy more: Drafting or Revising?
I actually love drafting the most. I know many writers say they prefer revising because that’s when it gets really good, and that’s true. But for me, the electricity is in finding the characters on the page and hitting that stride where you know your characters and it all starts to click as you rumble toward the end. I will also say I do tend to revise and perfect as I go, because it allows me to end up with a first draft that feels like where I want to go, and that’s more manageable (and fun) for me than racing through a draft and then trying to glue it all together with heavy revision.
YABC: Thinking way back to the beginning, what’s the most important thing you've learned as a writer from then to now?
I think the biggest thing for me is that now I can see the forest for the trees. I have a background in newspapers, and I think that translated to my novel writing in that I’m a pretty good hybrid between a plotter and a “pantser” (someone who writes by the seat of their pants). I generally know the thesis and goal and the spine of the story when I start something new, but I let my brain work freely with what happens between plot points. That said, now with a few rounds of editorial notes under my belt, I’ve started to plot more tightly and know so much more earlier in the process than I did even five years ago. I think this comes from learning what works and how really great notes translate to my brand of storytelling.
YABC: What do you like most about the cover of the book?
I have been so extraordinarily lucky to have the work of Anna Dittmann on both Sea Witch covers. Anna is an extremely talented artist and more than that, she is a genius at translating the feel of the book to her cover art. For Sea Witch Rising , I especially love that she captured the personality of my two sister mermaids—Alia and Runa—as they’re ensnared in magic made possible by the sea witch. Also, every girl featured on my covers has been the definition of fierce and I just marvel at Anna’s ability to capture that! So, so good.
YABC: What was your favorite book in 2018?
I had a lot of favorites but I must say Damsel was the one that I probably pushed on the most people. It’s just such a stunning allegory for the way women have been treated since the beginning of time and it is just genius.
YABC: What new release book are you looking most forward to in 2019?
I got a chance to read an ARC of The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones and that book just blew me away. It’s such a perfect mix of fairytale, horror, humor, and heart. Out in September!
YABC: What’s up next for you?
I’m actually having a crazy run where I have three books scheduled to come out within about a year. So, first there’s Sea Witch Rising on August 6 th . Then, on January 7, 2020, I release my first foray into YA contemporary with a sports-tinged romance called Throw Like a Girl . It’s pretty much Friday Night Lights meets A League of Their Own and I love it. I was a sports journalist for a long time, and so this book is close to that part of me. Then, in summer 2020, I have scheduled the first in a new fantasy duology called The Princess Will Save You . It’s basically a gender-swapped Princess Bride , where the princess goes after her stable boy true love when he’s stolen away by pirates blackmailing her into marrying the a neighboring prince after her father dies. An epic journey ensues and it’s sooo much fun.
~ Excerpt ~
The sharpest of things keep their edge even in the dullest of settings.
And so, my coral knife shines through the shadows I call home. Rendered ghost white with magic, the serrated blade sharp is enough to cleave a single hair in two.
Beautiful. Deadly. Perfect.
I only hope it’s enough for when they arrive.
Because in the hours since the little mermaid left the sea for land, chasing her true love, I felt it. A tug. A thread pulled clear and released. I felt it in my bones, rotting through the marrow, septic in my lungs, gut, and heart, and yet, this jolt of pain was bound to come. It needed to come. The sea’s monopoly is not sustainable.
In the time that I’ve lived below the surface, the magical balance has shifted, the power slowly tipping from land to sea, until the majority of the land’s magic had sunken to depths of the sea king’s domain, destined to obey an unnatural master. Now the imbalance is so glaring it’s all I can see beyond the lair that is my cage, beyond my forest of polypi, the fissures in the earth bubbling with turfmoor, and the violent whirlpools spinning sirens in the deep. Past the eerie blue radiance of the sea king’s castle and its grounds, magic teems, heavy, overflowing.
After the little mermaid left, I began to think how impossible it is that the magic on land has all but died away, though it’s simple, really. There were so few of us witches. Hunted, killed, banished. We were eliminated one by one for centuries, until the land was nearly drained of its magic and those who knew how to control it. From Maren Spliid and her death at the hands of the witch-hunter king, all the way through the years to me, each of us cast into the sea. But I did not die, not in every way, and so my magic is still my own, a mix of land and sea.
I remember my time above, and the thaw inside me crystallizes, clear and blue. I was a witch turned underground by fear—I didn’t even know how to use my strength. It was how Tante Hansa tried to keep me safe. Hiding away my power, repressing it. As if it were something that could be shuttered away in a cupboard from prying eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
But now, my eyes are open.
The balance of magic has always been precarious. Built on exchange, all of it. Not just the spells, the whole system. And the ebb and flow of power is skewed toward those who seek to own it. Yet as the little mermaid set foot on land, taking her powers with her, the scale tipped back toward the land just a sliver. The land’s shockwave of relief sent that ripple pouring through my bones, but my brief pain is of no concern. I do not need this magic to live.
There is another who has much to fear.
I tuck the knife away, safe in my cave, and pull out my spell books, presents from Tante Hansa, one in each tentacle, plus two in each hand. I settle into the pewter sands and thumb through them. Tante Hansa always told me that magic will forever seek equilibrium. Now that the door has been finally opened, perhaps I can hasten the land’s gain.
That’s when the polypus closest to my cave clears its throat, and the voice I took from the little mermaid cuts into my insulated world. “Weren’t your efforts to curb the Tørhed enough of a disaster? You want to try again?”
I startle a little—so used to fifty years of silence. Anna. She can surely feel the imbalance too. Though I gave her the little mermaid’s voice, we’ve yet to talk much about what she did, why she did it, and why I did what I had to, to save Nik. But now is not the time to start.
“This is different,” I say. My spell of abundance to end the sea’s Tørhed and bring life to our fisherman’s nets created an imbalance that angered Urda. My desire here is just the opposite. “I have to try.”
“Fine,” Anna goes on. “But you won’t find what you want in those books.”
I turn the page of my spell book in defiance.
Almost as an exclamation, there’s the distant sound of an explosion, big enough to push the whirlpools off axis, turfmoor burping, sea floor quaking into the water and then drifting into a new arrangement. My polypi forest— like Anna, bodies discarded and moored by magic—twists and hisses, waving in the disturbance.
Yet another sea mine—a bomb hidden in the water, eager to blow a hole in the right ship and make bones of targeted men.
There’s a war raging on the surface. Over land and sea, and even in the air, humans under many flags have banded together to kill one another. There is no magic involved, of course. If there were more than a meager amount of magic left on land, perhaps this war might not be waged. Still, the search for power—magical or not—will always be. Once the mines and the bullets stop, lines will be redrawn, and a different type of power will shift. Another imbalance.
Anna starts a tart reply. “Evie, you—”
“Létta.” Stop, I command. Because something’s not right.
Then, as if in answer to the sudden silence, a great voice booms into my lair, echoing hard enough to rattle my teeth and bend the branches of my bone-thick polypi forest.
“It can’t be—the great sea witch talks to herself?”
I freeze as he comes into view, power and magic dripping off him in a terrible wake.
The sea king.
His hair is the color of snow in the thick of winter, eyes crystal blue, skin glowing with almost too much life, flush and vibrant. Atop his head is a crown of pearls fitted to a cluster of eel skulls, jaws pried open in wide V shapes, their teeth on edge. I have never seen his crown in person before, but it is the very semblance of life and death, and power. A reminder of what can be taken—the fruits of one’s labor, sucked out, even when one bares fangs.
The sea king smiles, and it is as brilliant and deadly as one would expect. “It must get so lonely, stuck in the shadows by yourself.”
He would know. It’s not my magic or memories that keep me here, it’s the king’s. So afraid of what I can do, though he floats before me, amplified in a way that isn’t natural, even for magical creatures.
He has a penchant for the nectar of the rare ríkifjor flower—a drug that both harnesses magic and intensifies it. But surveying him now, it’s almost as if the ríkifjor has fused to his blood, bone, and skin. That imbalance I feel, it leans hard into this man, who has absorbed as much magic as his body can hold and then doubled it through the constant, steady ingestion of ríkifjor.
Looking at him can only be compared to staring directly into the sun.
He is power.
But if he’s here for the first time in fifty years, there is something his power cannot hand him.
“At times, Your Highness, this cove has felt like a prison,” I say, and his smile curls up. “But just because I cannot leave doesn’t mean I don’t receive visitors.”
The sea king’s posture stiffens. Yes, this is why he’s here. This powerful man has lost something important to him. His daughter is gone, and perhaps more importantly, so is her magic, which shares a direct tie to his. As I suspected, the thread pulled from me must have been so much worse for him. “Reverse the spell and bring her back. Now,” he commands.
I smile, reclining on my tentacles like a queen. I cock a brow. “Do you even know which one is gone?” He notoriously treats his daughters like pawns in a game, using their beauty and their talents when convenient.
“Insulting me will bring no good to you,” he says, but my smile doesn’t waver except to grow with satisfaction when he says her name. “Alia belongs in the sea. Return her.”
“Your Highness, you should know better than anyone that even you can’t control a strong-headed woman,” I say, and I know he’s thinking of his first queen, Mette, the human he saved but then couldn’t keep, her heart cracking as she longed both for him and for the life she was meant to lead. “Alia must be free to make her own choices and live her own life—experience love and freedom. But instead, you trap her, and all your people, under your thumb with false promises of protection from humans. Not since Annemette—”
“Never speak that name to me again,” he growls, his fury sputtering between us. She’s the one who left him, betraying him, his family, and the secrets of the mermaids. I hope Anna is really listening to him now.
As his nostrils flare, I look him dead in the eyes. “Like Annemette, Alia has four days to make the boy love her and live, or fail and die. Either way, you’ll never see her again.”
“I can destroy you!”
I bare my teeth. “Ah, but you haven’t. Even with all the power you steal, you still need me.” My voice gains strength with each word. He’s desperate. He can’t retrieve Alia on his own. There is an element of my magic he will never master. “I can bring Alia back, but I will need something from you in return. I have my price.”
The sea king’s lips drop open. I have him backed into a corner, and he knows it. My ask is simple, and only he can do it. He can’t give me my life back, my lost time, or Nik— may he rest in the tide—but he can unchain me from my lair. The words are on my tongue, ready, when something nasty ticks across his handsome features.
“You have your price, witch, but you forget your place.”
His teeth click together, and the blue of his eyes goes cold. It’s then that the wet, hard certainty of my mistake reveals itself to me. This man won’t kill me, but for the abundance of magic that he is, heavy and unwieldy, he can hurt me so badly, I will wish I were dead.
The power within him—amplified, multiplied, looted from land and sea—expands, bursts outward, like a living bomb. A sea mine of magic, aimed straight at me.
“Morna, herfiligr kvennali∂!” Waste away, wretched woman!
The words hit my ears with a force of magic I’ve never felt, slamming into me with the power of the sun falling out of the sky and barreling toward the earth, bringing enough light to dissolve all of us the instant before impact.
And then my world, already so dark, fades to complete, flat black.
Sea Witch Rising
By: Sarah Henning
Release Date: August 6th, 2019
Publisher: Katherine Tegan Books
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