[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, Pip! Describe yourself in five words or less.
[Philippa Ballantine] Optimistic, determined, sociable, happy traveller.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you tell us a little about Weather Child?
[Philippa Ballantine] Weather Child is a historical fantasy, set in New Zealand of the 1920s and 30s. It is the story of a pair of people, who are one of the magicians in New Zealand. It takes in many years, as Faith and Jack must discover a grand conspiracy to use the magicians.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you share your favorite scene?
[Philippa Ballantine] My favorite scene is where Faith, the Weather Child, summons the storm, and accidentally targets the wrong person. It is the moment she meets Jack, and she makes quite the impression.
Turning his head, Jack saw that the darkness was gone, and that the far end of the room once more was visible. Obviously his unwelcome guest had chosen flight in those moments before bedlam.
Staggering to his feet, fighting all the time against the wind, Jack saw something that certainly didn’t happen in the city every day. Hanging in the swirling centre of the mini tornado, only ten feet away in mid-air two stories up, was a girl. In an instant he had summed her up; not beautiful, but striking, with strong cheekbones, and full determined lips. Her hair was long, brown angry curls, and her dress was in danger of being ripped apart by the force of the powers she commanded.
He had no doubt that she was holding the reins of this tumult. Even as Waingaio told him that, Jack had confirmation; the young woman’s eyes were clear orbs of gold. It was the one sure sign that the human was no longer in control, but had surrendered to the leech.
Those terrifying eyes flickered over the scene; taking in the tied forms, the dropped heads, and the man standing in the midst of it all with a bared blade.
“Oh dammit…” Jack said, realising the instant her eyes turned back to him exactly what this looked like. This was one woman that he didn’t want to have angry with him. A pity he comprehended that a moment too late.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What gave you the most trouble with the story?
[Philippa Ballantine] Writing the story wasn’t the hard part. Finding someone to publish it was. My agent pitched it to New York houses, but time and time again she was told ‘Americans don’t want to read stories set in NZ’. Being the determined type I set out to prove them wrong by publishing it myself.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What’s one thing you won’t leave home without?
[Philippa Ballantine] My cellphone! I need it for writing down sudden ideas, communicating with my family back in New Zealand, or just searching for answers to those tricky questions about movies my husband always tends to ask me.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name three things on your desk right now.
[Philippa Ballantine] A Jaeger toy from Pacific Rim, a microphone for podcasting moments, and a giant fluffy cat.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?
[Philippa Ballantine] I would love to swap places with Sir Patrick Stewart, just so I could hang out with Sir Ian McKellan…he looks like a lot of fun.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] You have been granted the use of one superpower for one week. Which power would you choose, and what would you do with it?
[Philippa Ballantine] Much like Faith, I would love to control the Weather. I am pretty sick of snow right now! It would also be nice to able to guarantee the weather you get for any events. I could certainly make money securing the right weather conditions for brides!
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What are some books that you enjoyed recently?
[Philippa Ballantine] I love Scott Lynch’s The Lies of Lock Lamora, and I just finished Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] How can readers connect with you?
[Philippa Ballantine] Oh so many ways. You can find my webpage pjballantine.com. I am on Twitter as PhilippaJane and we have a Facebook page for our steampunk series https://www.facebook.com/TheMinistryOfPeculiarOccurrences
About the book:
The Awakened Epoch
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Publisher: Imagine That! Studios
Date of Publication: 1st March 2014
Word Count: 105,000
Cover Artist: Alex White
Never alone. Never apart.
They are the Awakened, a unique breed of people in a remote corner of the world. Faith is one of these gifted carriers of the Seraphim; and in return of her unconditional love, her Seraphim grants her powers of incredible potential.
But not all carriers embrace their blessing.
Jack loathes being an Awakened. He never asked for it, his Seraphim keeping him alive even in spite of his desire to die. Not even a great war could rid him of this curse.
Now a magician of incredible ability and a walking dead man must find a way to work together to save the Seraphim. Someone covets the power of the Awakened, and will not stop until that power belongs to him.
About the Author:
New Zealand born fantasy writer and podcaster Philippa (Pip) Ballantine is the author of the Books of the Order and the Shifted World series. She is also the co-author with her husband Tee Morris of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences novels. Her awards include an Airship, a Parsec, the Steampunk Chronicle Reader’s Choice, and a Sir Julius Vogel. She currently resides in Manassas, Virginia with her husband, daughter, and a furry clowder of cats.
The train squealed as they landed on the narrow walkway between the final car and the coal wagon. Faith managed to catch herself before rolling off, but her hat came loose and was lost into the dust.
Scrambling up, they could see over the pile of coal the pale and astonished face of the engineer. He was taking in the fire and the creature that he could obviously see. He disappeared back again. The train sped up and Wirimu and Faith were forced back into the ruined carriage by the swaying of the train.
“He’s not going to risk stopping in Paraparaumu,” Wirimu yelled over the screaming of the wheels. “He’ll push on to Shorecliff where there is a police presence.”
It made sense, and Faith was thankful for the quick thinking of government employees. Glancing behind her, Faith knew they couldn’t be far from the tunnel.
“You go unhook the back carriages from this one,” she instructed Wirimu. “I can’t risk an all-out battle with so many civilians. I’ll hold her off. Quick, there’s a tunnel.” Mid sentence she had already delved into her magic, Hoa leaping to aid her. The wind began to scream even louder than the train. It filled her with satisfaction and completeness just as always. When it was in her, she was more than just human; she was the living, breathing embodiment of nature’s might.
Seeing the oncoming darkness and feeling the wind begin to batter at the sides of the train, Wirimu didn’t ask any further questions. He dashed back along the now pitted and ruined first class carriage, just as the train plunged into the darkness of the tunnel.
Time slowed. It wasn’t a trick of Faith’s perception or magic; she sensed that immediately. The train was slowly shuddering, where as mere moments before it had been bucking like a wily rodeo horse. Only two remaining lights at the far end of the carriage gave any illumination, but it was enough.
Not even a small woman could have stood atop the roof of the train as it passed into the tunnel, so when the creature appeared in the window to one side of Faith, she was not surprised. The claws that had been twisted from the girl’s once charming little hands were locked around the melding of the window without any apparent difficulty. The golden eyes peered in at Faith with burning fury, but she had the real impression it was not staring at her, so much as through her to the seraph within.
The moment, trapped in amber, passed. Faith heard an almighty clank as the back end of the train fell away. The engine, stoked to full capacity, leapt forward eagerly, but like the well-seasoned traveller she was, Faith managed to keep her feet.
While her attacker shot a glance back, distracted perhaps by losing its audience, she threw the wind at it. The glass exploded and the walls of the carriage bulged as the might of a Wellington southerly wind confined in a small space smashed at that which Hoa found hateful. It pummelled the creature with broken glass, and then, with the full force of a gale. The glaring gold eyes flared wide, but whatever dwelt inside was still beholden to the demands of the real world. The claws scrambled on the side, but couldn’t hold forever.
The long dead girl’s voice howled in anger, before the wind picked up the creature and smashed it against the last few feet of the tunnel.
Tour Wide Giveaway
3- Winner’s choice print or ebook copy of Weather Child by Philippa Ballantine