Title: Redemption (Fallyn #1)
Author: Venise Webb
“I was just a normal guy from a normal family planted right dead smack in the middle of Normal Town, U.S.A.”
Shayne Naughton’s world has been turned upside down. His family and friends are acting weird. Strange men are following him or calling his cellphone in the middle of class. A magical purple-haired new kid is doing strange things to his classmates. And a gorgeous, redhead demon is out for his blood, thinking it is the key to unleashing her demon husband from Hell. He used to be just a normal guy until she showed up at his school and changed his world.
“As I fade away, in my last moments I have the tiniest bit of hope that I shall see my father’s home once more. In that moment, I will know that I’ve been redeemed.”
Fallyn Galen has made many, grave, mistakes over her lifetime. She’s accepted her fate. All she wants to do is to make amends before her final punishment. But, then she’s sent to Redemption, Massachusetts and the soul she didn’t know she had connects with him. Now she is alive again and feeling things she’s never felt. Shayne Naughton may just be the redemption she was looking for, if only she can keep him alive for him to learn to love her for exactly who, and what, she is.
I still remember the day I met Fallyn. It was an
overcast November day. I sat in my bedroom in my little red house on the corner
while contemplating a new story idea. I’d been playing around with the thought of
an anti-hero for a while. The first time I met her, she was a he; a tall blond
man by the name of Christian. A brooding vampire hunter with a dark past and a
desire for redemption.
But, as I started to put Christian down on paper, a
weird thing happened. I glanced up to see this dark-haired, little wisp of a
girl with mesmerizing teal eyes staring right at me. My eyes darted around the
dim room in search of my main character. All the while, the girl stared at me
with an impatient look on her face as she tapped one of her black, combat
boot-covered feet against the wood-grain floor.
and turned her head to stare aimlessly out of the window. “Are you the love
The only thing that moved was her eyes as they pierced
me with a hard look. “Do I look like some damsel in distress just waiting
around for some mythical, mysterious powerful guy to come and rescue her?”
I thought not. Not only wasn’t she a damsel in
distress, she wasn’t what I had in mind for my Christian. For one, she looked
like a preteen with her pixie statue and babyish round face; much too young for
the brooding vampire hunter.
“So, who are you?” I semi-repeated.
“Your anti-hero,” she replied through clenched teeth.
I looked around again, almost panicking. I’d already
spent so much time on developing Christian. “But…where is Christian?”
“I killed him,” she said sarcastically, turning fully
towards me with a scowl marring her cherub-like face. “You wanna move on?”
“Fine,” I snapped and turned back to the computer
screen. As I fleshed out her history and story, I first came to respect her and
then to love her. I checked with her often while writing Redemption; getting
her feedback on everything from her last name to her reaction to a pivotal
scene. She didn’t say much, but I knew her pretty well by then. She shrugged if
she liked something and scowled when I pitched something she highly disapproved
Fallyn only smiled once and that was with the
introduction of Shayne. It was small, and she tried to hide it behind the fall
of her dark hair, but I saw it all the same. Something told me she liked the
handsome, brown-eyed boy who not only wasn’t put off by her sarcastic
one-liners but gave as good as he got. The more I got to know him, I fell in
love with him too. Though I couldn’t tell her that.
I spent a lot of time with Fallyn over the past year
while I wrote and rewrote Redemption several times. She became a little dark,
yet entertaining, security blanket. I hated the thought of saying goodbye to
her. After writing the last sentence, I paused before typing in that last period;
a wistful look on my face as I stared over at her.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to say goodbye.”
She watched at me as if I’d gone mad. “This isn’t goodbye.”
She was right. I still much more of her story to tell.
I typed in the last sentence to close out Redemption. As she started to fade
out, I gave a little smile and wave and said, “Farewell for now, my friend.”
Venise Webb grew up in Chicago, Illinois, where she first discovered her passion for books. She wrote her first story in the third grade about the misadventures of a young girl in an inner city school. That passion grew into an obsession for books of all genres and sizes. She now lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her three sons and a big colorful, southern family. When she is not reading, she is making up stories of her own. She also enjoys listening to music, baking and is learning to knit.