Hello, and welcome to the next stop on the Torn blog tour! Please welcome the lovely David Massey, and his great guest post about Torn before the edits. It's pretty interesting, and even though I'm still yet to read Torn (I'll get round to it soon, I promise!), it's made me really interested in reading it. So, enjoy!
I
think some people reading TORN for the first time will wonder why I have
decided to use Scandanavian names for two of the main characters, Elinor and
Heidi. The answer is simple. The initial inspiration for the book came from the
Norse legend of Valkyries – goddesses who would visit the battlefield and take
fallen warriors to fight for the gods in Valhalla. I wanted to have a novel
based in Afghanistan which felt very real but which also had a central
character – a medic who found herself being transformed into a Valkyrie – just
like her colleague, Heidi had on a previous tour of duty. Elinor would discover
she was a Valkyrie just like Heidi and the girl – able to be shot but without
suffering any damage.
Here’s
a scene from an early draft where Heidi proves to Elinor that she can’t be
injured as she is a Valkyrie:
‘Stop
playing with my head Heidi – that’s not even possible,’ I counter angrily,
wondering if there is somewhere else I could bunk down. Maybe it is time to
talk to McQueen.
‘I don’t mean in the physical sense,’
she is on her feet now, pacing. I hardly notice her hand slip to one of her leg
pockets as she rounds on me. ‘Look, I’m sorry,’ she says through clenched
teeth, ‘but this is the only way you’re ever going to believe what I have to
tell you...’
Before I can register what she is
doing, Heidi’s arm whips around and a cold, steel blade slices through my ribs
so fast I barely register any pain. The shock of the impact shudders through my
chest and all I can do is to watch in slow motion as the blade withdraws from
my side with the zing of metal on bone and blood spurts from the wound like a
fountain. In the same sweeping motion, Heidi throws the blade behind her as if
it burns her hand and she stands there, just watching me. Her face is pale, ghostly.
I grasp at the wound in disbelief. My
heart thuds in my ears and I think the darkness is going to claim me. I open my
mouth to shout for help before I faint but Heidi grabs my head and clamps her
hand over my face.
Heidi shakes her head.
‘Why the hell did you do that?’ I gasp
weakly into her palm, dropping to my knees and gripping the wound. Lancing pain
whips through me like electricity as I fall.
She just whispers, her breath hot in
my ear, ‘because we’re sisters...’ and her eyes lower to my side.
We stay like that for a moment -
frozen in a weird embrace. I am too shocked to do anything. Warm blood oozes
between my fingers like treacle. The wound burns beneath my fingers.
‘Take your hand away,’ she orders quietly, retreating to her bed
once more.
I gasp, ‘but I need pressure... get help – please...’
She just laughs and says more forcefully, ‘take it away.’
When she sees that I am not moving she retrieves her knife,
strides over to me and slashes my bloody tunic away from the wound to expose my
side. Then she hacks the sticky material off in two sweeping blows and pulls my
hands away from it.
There is not a mark on my side. Not even a scratch. But my blood
is everywhere. It is still dripping from my palms, drying to a brittle crust on
the ends of my fingers.
I remember the Afghan girl and Heidi’s leg injury and stagger to
my feet examining my torso like it is the first time I have ever seen it. Then
I can’t help but remember all those grazed knees at school, the cuts and
bruises in training. ‘I don’t understand.’ My panicked breathing begins to
steady, ‘how can this happen..? This has never happened before,’
Heidi is not fazed. She grunts dismissively ‘ever been on the
front line before?’
I do not reply.
‘I didn’t think so.’
‘So your leg...’ I pace to the wall and back squeezing my side and
examining it closely, half expecting the flesh to just fall away.
‘...same thing.’
‘F***.’
‘You’re a Valkyrie. The Afghan girl is a Valkyrie.’
After
meeting with Barry (the Publisher at Chicken House) and Imogen (my editor) we
decided that this was a step too far and plumped for keeping just the
mysterious Afghan girl – Aroush – as the supernatural element. So now all that
remain are hints – like Heidi’s torn trousers even though she is not injured
(on page 122) and the goat. That’s right – the goat. In the Valkyrie legend,
Freya sometimes appears as a goat. Oh yes – there are a few others, but you’ll
have to spot those yourself.
Thank you for that, David! Please don't forget to check out his author page, and to buy the (what I'm certain is) wonderful Torn! Also don't forget to check out the next stop on the tour, over at So Many Books, So Little Time.
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