Leona Windwalker: Sol’s Solstice

Hi! I’d like to thank Sue for having me over. I’m Leona Windwalker and as you can tell from my name, by day I’m a seemingly ordinary British housewife and mother of mixed Native American and white descent (I said ordinary, not garden variety), while by night and in times of great peril during the day, I am a Jedi! Okay, no, that’s really not a light saber, it’s just the paddle to my stand mixer. But a girl can dream, right?

Dreams of what we wish our lives could be like, flights of fancy- we all have them. Some are fantastic, taking us to daydreams of far away places that only exist in imagination. Others are pleasant daydreams of places we could actually go to and heights we could reach if we but made the effort. Sol too dreams, though he is stuck where he cannot reach them without a hand reaching out to help him along. We’ve all seen people like that and some of us have been unfortunate enough to be in that position ourselves.

This may be the paddle to my Kenwood Chef, but I don’t need a light saber to help defeat tyrants. I just need words. Words to speak of their evil deeds. Words to show the darkness that eats away at corners of our reality. Words to shine light and offer hope. Words to hopefully move people and help affect change. Words that speak of love, acceptance, and family. After all, the pen is mightier tan the sword, right? Then surely, my word processor is as powerful against evil as a light saber. My name is Leona Windwalker. I cast tales out onto the winds so that hearts may hear.

Author bio: Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense subgenres—especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

Sol’s Solstice

sol's solstice

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Blurb: Sol is used to flying under his family’s radar, unless focusing unwanted attention away from his more outgoing, older twin. The day comes when he pays a steep price for attempting to shield his brother. Running for his life, he is nearly run down by a car driven by Seth. Can Seth help Sol find his way back from the darkness?

Sol’s Solstice Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/SolsSolstice.NewBeginnings

Excerpt:

“Me and Andrea? Mama, I have no idea who Andrea might be dating, if anybody, but it sure as hell ain’t me. We’re roommates at the dorm.”

“They let y’all room with girls? That’s shameful!”

Ben sighed, exasperated. “No, Mama, Andy is a guy. He–”

Mama stiffened. “What kind of people name a boy something like Andrea?”

“He’s Italian. It’s a guy’s name in Italy, Mama. Also, he goes by Andy. Less confusing that way. What does Andy have to do with what’s up with Sol, anyway?”

Mama sniffed. “My poor baby! He was probably kidnapped by that pervert to begin with! Look! He left all his things!”

Mama tugged Ben’s hand to pull him up from the sofa and led him into Sol’s room. Ben was surprised to see it set up with their boyhood things, right down to the bunk bed, though it was minus the top bunk. Their old posters were even on the wall. He spied his old catcher’s mitt on the bookshelf and walked over to pick it up.

“Hey! Cool! Think he’d mind if I took my mitt back with me to the dorm?”

All he heard in reply was the click of the door.

“Mama? I asked…shit, it’s locked. Mama! What’d you lock the door for? Daddy! Let me out! Mama’s done locked the door! I know she’s upset over Sol, but I gotta get back to my classes!”

No answer. He looked over the door carefully. It was made of a heavy wood, and solid. He could see the door had recently been rehung so that the hinges were on the other side. He ran his fingers over the unpainted indentations where the hinges had previously been attached.

What the…?!

Ben began to panic. He raced over to the window, checking behind the blinds. It was covered in what appeared to be heavy plywood from the outside. No way out that way then either. Fear began to cramp in his gut as he surveyed the room closer. The books on the shelf weren’t right. Instead of the childhood classics that should have been there, there were religious works. In the place of Kidnapped! Treasure Island, The Neverending Story, Peter Pan, and the rest that would have otherwise occupied the shelf, he saw “The 365 Day Bible”, “Coming Out Straight”, “One Man, One Woman”, “The Hiding Place”, “Tramp for God”,  and “Gifts of the Holy Spirit: Recognizing and Cleansing the World of Demons”. That last one stopped him cold despite the author having the incongruous last name of Winchester, sending a frisson of pure dread through him. Sol hadn’t been kidding nor repeating something that Seth guy had brainwashed him into saying about having gotten into a situation with their parents. Situation? This was more than just a situation. This was seriously jacked up. He now wished that he’d pushed Sol for more information instead of  just eyeballing him and that Seth dude. Sol’d obviously been a prisoner in their parents’ home, and now, for whatever reason, Ben was stuck here too.

“Oh God,” he sobbed. “What did they do to Sol? What’re they gonna do to me?”

 

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