Pendragon
Pendragon is named for both her writing passion and her drive in martial-arts. She has a black-belt in Haidong Gumdo (think Samurai) and Shaolin Kung Fu–both of which influence her style of writing. To make it short, she love swords, a little too much.
Pendragon Inman’s Fire Gate is book 1 in the Shinehah Saga.
In a world where a Mystic’s torn flesh is worth more than six month’s wages and death-auctions are whispered about in every Okoru city, seventeen-year-old Mystic twins, Wyan and Lor, are determined to change it all—and survive.Despite straining beyond his physical limits (not to mention his already thin patience), Wyan never inherited his Mystic abilities, and so mastery of Lor’s element would mean sanctuary for both of them. But when Lor’s plan unravels, Wyan is forced to take action on his own before the last of their kind—and his family—are sold to their graves. Within a land of unforgiving Fire and Ice, Wyan must find the one ally and master-warrior he never would have trusted before: himself.
For Pendragon Inman, writing non-fantasy doesn’t work. She’s tried. Every time she sits down to write “a good ol’ Earth-based, non-magical story”, her hero will turn the corner and up pops a dragon, without fail. No matter how far from fantasy she make the stories, she just can’t escape the dragons–or swords (as noted with my unhealthy addiction to them). So, she stopped trying and just started writing.
Cancer is a sensitive topic for Pendragon. Her grandmother died from breast cancer and she believes her grandmother’s sisters all did as well. The quiet monster stretches his claws back generations in her family, and she is reminded about it every day. In her early 30′s, Pendragon’s eldest sister discovered that she too had breast-cancer. That’s Pendragon’s age. Her sister is now a survivor of a double mastectomy. Even more recent, their mother is recovering from her own war with the beast. Even through the depths of chemotherapy and radiation, when Pendragon would ask how she was doing, her reply was simply, “Today’s a good day.” It makes Pendragon’s stomach sour to think that it’s just a flip of the coin– She may or may not have to live through what her mother and sister are living through now. But they are both great inspirations to her. If she does end up with the cancer, and she prays that she doesn’t, Pendragon will smile, take up her mom’s obsession with flowers and hats, and say “I’m alive, so today’s a good day.”
