Wednesday, May 2, 2012

MacLaoch Wednesday: Rowan the Cursed

Photo credit: Pink Lemon Designs

“Aye,” Angus agreed. “When ye see him, he’s nice enough, but ye can see the distance in his eyes, like he’s carrying a burden he cannae unload. . . I’d not want tae be on the other side of a battle from him. He’s got the look of a man who’s seen hell and come back to tell about it.”
Rowan MacLaoch is many things, and counted among being an ex-Royal Air Force pilot and chieftain of the MacLaoch clan he is also cursed. Cursed by a woman who he's never met but shares his blood and her centuries old fate.

In the Year of Our Lord 1211, Scotland

Pain gripped her abdomen in convulsive ripples, telling her she would  not survive to see the morning. Her last breath would be soon—with it, she would accomplish her last wakeful deed in this world. She looked up at the man who possessively held her newborn child, the man she called father and enemy. She spoke the words that reverberated through her soul, as if they were pulled from the very earth, full of power and purpose.
I curse ye, Father. I curse the ground beneath yer feet, the air ye breathe, the blood within yer veins, and the seed ye spill upon this earth. May ye die having felt my pain and if ye havenae, may no MacLaoch chieftain ever know love.
Only when they have walked the lonely halls of despair will I bestow upon them a peace I once held long ago, and then only for a moment. I will feast upon yer pain and drink the anguish of this curse until the one who calls himself chief of the MacLaochs has shared in my anguish. Until then, I will haunt ye and yers every eve and every dawn and all time in between, forever.

Rowan's curse developed over several months while editing The Legend of Lady MacLaoch's manuscript. Like all books they are written, edited, rewritten etc. until the final product is delivered to your bookshelf. In one of those iterations I realized that Rowan's darkness - because he'd had it from the very moment his name was penned on paper - came from something beyond him. It wasn't just from his experiences at war, which were gruesome, but rather something he'd be born with. Something that was passed down to him, something inevitable, haunting, and mythical in power. There is nothing quite like a curse that is handed down from generation to generation and is known by all the townsfolk, who look at you and shake their heads knowingly and sadly, to make a deeply moving darkness in someone. And that was when the curse came to light - if you will.

Rowan, for those of you who've read the novel, know that in the early years he denied the existence of the curse and went along his merry way doing as he pleased until fateful chapter one. It was after that war experience that he realized for the first time that indeed the curse was laid into more than just myth, but rather blood.

Speaking of blood - that is where the details of the curse lie. Rowan is hit hardest with the curse because he is the last of the known MacLaochs descended from the legendary Lady MacLaoch. The blood ties with the pain he experiences and status as chieftain set off, unbeknownst to him, the perfect storm of curse culmination that ends with the massive pyrotechnics scene at the end of the book. Not to mention the one thing he thought he'd never have . . . love.

2 comments:

Ramonita said...

This is awesome!

Becky Banks said...

Hi Ramonita! I'm glad you like it! <3