Jennifer Redmile grew up on the beautiful northern beaches of Sydney NSW, and now lives in Geraldton WA with her husband and two gorgeous puppy dogs. She has always been an avid fantasy fiction reader, and always worked with children, so when she decided to write a novel, it was a natural progression to combine the two and make it a children’s novel.
The Children of When follows the adventures of three children raised in separate “foster-homes” who are magically transported to another world on their fourteenth birthday. On arrival in this new world, they discover they are part of a 1000 year old prophecy. In order to fulfil the prophecy and survive, they must find and reunite three missing pieces of an ancient amulet and learn to control and use their unique Gifts, all while being pursued by those who would prefer the amulet remain missing.
“Belle, look out!” Leah screamed, as she raced towards her. Belle looked around her wildly, but she was looking everywhere but down. Raff pulled his knife from his belt as he ran towards her, watching in horror as the long slimy tentacle wrapped itself around her ankle. He reached her just as she toppled backwards, screaming as she was dragged towards the water. He dived forward, and severed the slimy appendage, pushing Belle back away from the edge.
Hot, bile green liquid spurted from the flailing tentacle. Raff groaned as the centre of the pool began to bubble and froth. Of course the slimy appendage was attached to something much bigger! The water surged upwards, and a hideous creature rose from its depths, a high-pitched keening sound spewing from its voluminous mouth. Countless more snake-like tentacles lifted out of the water around it, waving madly in the air, before lashing out towards where the children huddled in terror. Within seconds, the tentacles had found their target, latching onto an arm or a leg, intent on dragging their helpless victims towards the water, and certain death.
Raff knew his knife was useless. He needed…and suddenly he knew what he needed to do. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on building the perfect weapon, shaping and moulding it in his mind. His eyes flew open, and he looked directly into the creature’s single eye, floating above its gaping mouth. He threw his arm forward, feeling the familiar jolt as the fireball hurtled towards the hideous creature. The ball of flame hit the monster’s slimy flesh and exploded. The keening noise grew louder, and then spluttered into silence, as the flames engulfed it.
And a few fun author interview questions
Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment?
Wow, I’ve never really thought about this to be honest. I guess I’d have to say I’d like a beachside acreage, with my own little ‘writer’s retreat’ overlooking the ocean and separate from the house. *Sigh* Maybe one day…
Where do you actually write?
Funny you should ask that. Up until recently I had my own office in the house, and then my 23yo son moved back in, so my office is now in my bedroom. I even made hubby change sides of the bed so he has ‘his side of the room’ and I have mine, complete with desk, laptop, and stick-its all over the wall. My 2 dogs, who have always had beds under my desk, are over the moon because now they have a choice of being under the desk or on the bed and still be near me at all times.