Isak was love. Isak was bravery. Isak was death.”

A brand new book, released just yesterday from Clean Reads is about to wow your minds! Check out DEATH’S FOOL – 2nd Book in the Impetus Rising Series by Sophia Whittemore.

Her lover has been cursed. Her mother has been kidnapped. Her best friend’s soul has deaths foolbeen stolen and his body deformed. And Diana is afraid that she too is turning into a bloodthirsty monster, just like her father. Awoken from an enchantment placed on her by her treacherous lover, the half-Impetus god, half mortal Diana is flung into a war between mutant shadows and the Impetus beings. Diana must navigate a world where queens torture their faithful knights, human children play with giants, and magic has darkness within it. Diana knows she has some power within her, some sleeping evil that demands to be set free. But is she truly her father, or is she her own person? Secrets are revealed to her about the cursed Prince Isaakios that she never knew before, secrets like the women he once had in his life, or the havoc he once wreaked upon the Earth. How far will this twisted love go for Diana before she is broken? Or will she break before she even gets the chance to save the world one last time?  It can be purchased on Amazon here.

Sophia Whittemore is a Dartmouth student and multiracial author with an Indonesian mother and a Minnesotan father. She has had book signings at Barnes & Noble for her Impetus Rising Series, available on Amazon and other outlets, the first book published when she was only seventeen. She has been featured as a Standout in the Daily Herald and funnymana Rad Reads author in Girls’ Life Magazine. Her love for the English language manifested itself in eighth grade when she went to the Scripps National Spelling Bee and has continued with other languages such as Spanish and Indonesian. Her prior publications include “A Clock’s Work” in a Handersen Publishing magazine, “Blind Man’s Bluff” in Parallel Ink, and winning multiple awards in the Best Midwestern Writing competition for high school writers. She currently resides in Chicago, Illinois with her family and food-loving mini schnauzer called Tiger. Drawing on inspiration from her two cultural backgrounds, Sophia lives a life playing tennis, traveling, and writing about her dual life experiences through other characters in her works or on her blog.

Let’s get to know the in’s and out’s of Sophia Whittemore!

Sophia, what inspired you to write this book?  I was inspired by all the Greek and Roman mythology I read back as a shy, short little kid with bad hair, bad eyesight, and extreme shyness. The mythology bit paid off though and my imagination filled in the gaps along the way to create a world of magic, adventure, and intrigue with thunderous gods and complex villains.
How long have you been writing?  Since the womb. It was a little hard since laptops weren’t really a thing then, but I tried my best. On a more serious note, I wrote stories since around third grade and then wrote more serious content starting junior high.
You sound like a dedicated writer! Are you an outliner or pantser?  I pretend to make an outline and then throw it out halfway through the novel. The story just kind of outgrows my original plans for it and I say “oh well”, and go from there.
Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?  Go outside. I hate nature and people and crowded traffic too, but if I’m stressed, have zero sleep, and too much work on my plate, I tend to go a little crazy. Therefore, I take a breath, read a different book, and then return to my project when I begin to miss it. Writer’s block discarded books kind of act like puppies. If you leave them alone for too long, then your heart breaks a little and you have to return.
What are your hobbies aside from writing?  Reading and professional dreaming. I honestly love to travel, blog, and ramble about my life through social media. I also enjoy taking the occasional artsy photograph, playing video games (and cheating in video games), learning new languages, pretending that I’ve finally taught my dog how to roll over, and lurking on the depths of YouTube.
This is one of my favorite questions; where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?  Spain. I love the language and the culture. And I need to put those language skills into practice by just going out there and breaking out of my shell.
Oh, that sounds wonderful. If I just gave you an island, what would you name it?  Middle sophiaEarth and Legolas. I’m sorry, I’ve been reading an awful lot of Lord of the Rings lately.
Weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten.  Frog legs. I’d say they taste like chicken, but that’s cliché. So they taste like rubbery chicken with salt.
If you could bring one of your characters to life, who would it be?  Prince Isaakios. He’s immortal, a god of comedy, acts like a child at times and then a sappy romantic at others, and he always speaks his mind freely. He also has killer dance moves, unlimited powers, and many, MANY dark secrets that inevitably lead to magical, death-defying adventure quests, so it’s never a dull day with him around. I’m relatively tongue-tied, so if somebody else runs with the conversation, I feel more inclined to speak my mind too.
He does sound pretty awesome! Do you have any advice for other writers?  Never get bored of writing. Writing is basically a career called “professional dreaming with paper and ink”. You create a world inside your head and then write it all down. It really is just a treat. Also, if you want to be published, then do your research on it. A quick Google search can give you a world of resources. Start with wonderful blogs like this one.
Can you share an excerpt of your book with us?

            Suddenly, a scream sounded through the luxurious halls. A candle tipped over and a fire started on one of the curtains. The ice sculpture began to tip, its base melting from the flames. Pride put out the fire with his strong hands, yanking the curtain down and dousing it in buckets of water with the help of some humans. I looked to see who could have ruined this moment and felt the ground quake. The doors slammed open, causing the floor to tremble beneath us. I nearly lost my footing. The dress disappeared and I was back in sensible training clothing and gear. It had all been an enchantment, a beautiful dream for as long as it lasted.

            And now, back to the present, I saw a darkened figure coming toward us. The candles blazed higher upon the figure’s approach. Face hidden beneath a tattered hood, his eyes gleamed, murky brown, his skin, once bronzed, was now a dull, ashier gray. I peered closely at the boy’s black hair and saw Basel’s face hidden beneath it, stubble dotting worn, drawn features. He staggered against a table with party favors. He shoved slices of turkey into his mouth with stubbed, bloody fingernails, eating like a starving animal.

            Appetite filled, he reached for a pitcher of dizzying nectar and drank it by scooping it up with his hands. His eyes were wild, his laser-focus disconcerting, floating everywhere at once. His gaze narrowed when he saw me. “It’s you!” The creature that once was Basel roared, voice nearly hitting the same pitch as an ethereal wail. “I know your face. You’re the one that cursed me to be…to be…”

            He looked down at his body as though seeing it for the very first time. His veins, once swollen with shadow venom, were now empty and a scarily pale blue as the blood had drained haphazardly from them.

“What am I?” he asked, his voice dropping to the same voice of the confused boy who fell out of his treehouse and wanted to cry for his mommy back when we were little children. “Tell me what I am!”

            I moved to go to him, but Isak held out an arm. “Don’t do that.” His gaze was stern, taking in all of Basel’s appearance in the cool, calm way of a medical professional. “I’ve seen this before.”

            “Yes, but what is this?” I looked at Basel, swinging about like a violent animal. “Shouldn’t we go to help him? Perhaps he escaped from my father’s grasp—”

            “No, he didn’t escape. Your father let him go.”

If that doesn’t pull you in, I don’t know what will! Stop by Sophia’s social media to keep up to date with her writing journey!

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