Sibling Rivalry Is No Joke

August 29, 2016

 

I asked Mena some questions...
And I was afraid. Very, very afraid. 
(Not really. She loves me. Kinda. I just don’t want to piss her off.)

 

 

I met with Mena in her home on the outskirts of Evergreen, CO, a mountain town just outside of Denver. 

You have been touted as the "quiet one" of the Constantine twins. Tell me, how true is this?
It’s a little bit true, but usually whatever is falling out of my twin’s mouth has probably passed through my brain at some point. We’re not as different as our parents would have liked to believe.
 
What was it like to know your parents were keeping you and Aurelia apart – even though it was for a good reason? 
It was a special sort of awful, actually. I felt some serious guilt about it because I knew she was pretty much on her own. I can’t imagine what it was like for her to grow up with no one to talk to. I understand that both my parents had been hiding in plain sight for a very long time, but I regret the choices they made that hurt her. I wish they would have either left the Legion or done something – anything – else.
 
The struggles you’ve endured have been gut wrenching. How did you cope with them all while fighting off Iva and her magic?
Don’t go easy on me, Jesus. Well, I had fifty years to cope, so I’d say I did it very, very slowly. Iva thought that solitary confinement was an appropriate punishment, and it gave me time to think about everything that had happened while I was stewing in my cell. There were somethings I just had the time to figure out on my own, and other things only came into focus after I was rescued. It helped that I have a natural ability that kept Iva out of my mind, but also I had hope. Hope that my sister would find me, hope that was thankfully given when I needed it the most.
 
Okay, back to easy. You have recently discovered the NHL. Do you have a team you prefer, and how exactly do you watch TV without blowing it up? 
Yes! I love hockey. It is so freaking gut-wrenching. I almost can’t handle the stress of watching it. And I’m not allowed within fifteen feet of the TV. I’ve blown up three so far and after the Penguins won the Stanley Cup… I may have fried all of the electronics in the house.
 
Electricians must love you, huh?
We have one on speed dial. The poor bastard.
 
How do you get around all the possible hiccups in such a technological age?
We’re still working out the kinks. I’m getting better at controlling my Aegis, but I have off days just like everyone else. Asher has been an incredible help with everything, and voice-command technology is becoming more available, so that’s a win.
 
Thank you so much, Mena, for being willing to talk to me. Until next time…

 

Mena was considered the "good sister." Yeah... right.

 

 

~ Falling Ashes ~

Ashes to Ashes

Book Two

 

Mena Constantine is pissed off.
Finally freed from her fifty-year imprisonment by a maniacal leader, she is desperately trying to recover and get her life back. Problem is, the life she had is long gone. Struggling under the weight of her memories and healing from the wounds of her captivity, she can't seem to catch a break. Every waking moment, death seems like a relief she would welcome.

Asher Crane is a dead man.
As a Guardian to the King, his only purpose in life is to keep the King alive. And he's failing. Miserably. With the King ill, the Queen dying, and zero plans for a successor, he's pretty much screwed. Because if the King dies, the law says Asher dies, too.

As these two wounded souls collide in a series of bloody and unfortunate events, they will clutch to the last shreds of life before death beats down their door.

 

 

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~ Falling Ashes ~
Ashes to Ashes
Book Two

Mena - 1965

Mama always told me never to use my power.
Never, ever.
Because using it could get me killed. Or worse, she would say, because death is not the worst thing.
Death is just a step in life.
I roll my mother’s words over in my mind as I try to move without being touched through the throng of

teenagers hell-bent on getting to the movie theater just behind me. One little shock, one little slip, and it’s all over.
No more disguise.
No more hiding.
No more normal life – or normal for me anyway.
It is so hard to keep my power leashed. Holding it inside me for days and days, waiting until I can get to a secluded spot in the desert to release this pent up urge. Like the revving of an engine just before the green light, my body thrums, waiting for the press of the pedal.
Since maturity, it’s getting harder and harder to hold it, harder to keep inside. That’s all I’ve been doing. Since birth, I’ve been playing normal, while my twin lived a normal life. She never had to bite her tongue or mask her natural reactions. Never had to watch every single step as if one mistake would tip her hand. She never had to hide, and that’s all I’ve ever done.
We were born of the same womb, but couldn’t be more different. I’m tall, she’s short. I’m quiet, she’s loud. I think before I speak, she doesn’t.
She’s a Seer.
I’m an Aegis.
I turn my thoughts from my twin, who left me in the hell of my own solitude so many years ago, and try and tamp my emotions down.
The bulbs in the marquee are shiny and new, the adolescents giggle and push as they move past. The times change so quickly. Just ten years ago, the girls were wearing poodle skirts and saddle shoes, now they are wearing miniskirts and tall boots. Strange how quickly things can turn on a dime.

 

 

 

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