chatting with Darren Lewis
about his YA paranormal novel, Fate of
on the planet would say, ‘I love reading.’ In fact, it’s not just love, it’s a
passion. Some of my earliest memories are of reading school books to my parents
and then speaking about those stories to my teacher.
I consider myself extremely lucky to
have a family that share this passion and by the time I was ten years old, I
believe my parents had a book collection that could be counted in the high
hundreds. Their collection ranged from horror to science fiction, romance to
thriller and at a young age I was allowed to read some of the more ‘adult’
books by Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Isaac Asimov and so on. If I could take one
thing away from that experience, it was that I never considered myself too
young to read these authors.
My first real love affair with an author happened at thirteen years old when I
read a book of my brother’s entitled ‘The Pawn of Prophecy’ by David Eddings. I
was enraptured, captivated I suppose, and wanted to read every single book of
the series in one go.
writing at that age apart from school assignments as it was something I never
considered myself able to do. I might’ve been able to think of a premise but
could never follow through on the story.
I left school at nineteen and entered the print industry where, in various
guises, I would stay until the age of 38. During this time I’d found the love
of my life and luckily for me, married her. We had a beautiful daughter and a
son on the way. Again, I had never seriously written anything while employed in
print and with having my own family my time was used up, but in a fantastic
way. I will never look back and think I should’ve been writing during this
period as my family and job were my priorities.
Fate stepped in at this point. Redundancies were made at the print company and
I chose to accept. At the same time, out of the blue, my daughter, Ellie asked
for a story. A story for her. It seemed to be the key to unlocking the ideas
trapped inside and my first story ‘Ellie and the Rabbits’ was born.
more stories to complete what is now called ‘The Seren Trilogy.’
It was now that my path crossed that of
Creativia as my brother (yes, the same one as above!) had also been writing and
accepted to be published. I thought I would give it a go as well, not
mentioning that I was related to the other Lewis, Creativia was publishing.
This was probably the second key moment for me as in my mind it affirmed what I
wanted to do now my former career was over and I was fortunate enough that
Creativia accepted my stories for publication. I continued with Ellie’s
adventures and added five more books which are now The Baiulus Series.
It hasn’t all run smoothly. Over the last couple of years I discovered, or the doctors
did, major problems with the nerves in my feet which means I can’t walk as much
as I love to do. I had to alter my male driven ego away from being the main
bread winner of the family but my wife has never been anything but supportive
in allowing me to pursue this path of being a writer. It took me a while to get
familiar with though I also love spending so much time with my children.
The most important lessons I learned from all this? If you can, do what
makes you happy, not what makes you rich!
Also, it took me a few years to realise I can write whatever I want, whatever I
please, and that is freedom.
adventures to continue but set a few years later so my daughter would be able
to read a story for an older audience when she reached that age. At first I
started on a standalone story about a witch in the village she lived in but
this quickly grew into a tale that involved witches, a version of Ellie from
the past (32,000 years in the past to be exact!), an evil corporation and of
course an all-powerful nemesis for Ellie to fight against.
book I realized that the main themes were emerging of their own accord. The
concept of sacrifice on a grand and small scale and the importance of aiding
those that need it.
of the Fallen:
Ellie’s door was enough to rouse her from sleep and the dream she’d had for so
many years, it felt like an old friend in itself. The world being consumed by
orange fire was the image sleep brought to her the first night Ellie, Cole and
Malachite had spent in the empty land of the dragons all those years ago. Ellie
quickly and deftly lit a candle in the dark of her chambers and opened the old
wooden door. Isabelle greeted her with a small trembling smile and a pale
complexion. Without a word Ellie left her room and followed her young friend
across the monastery to Thomas’ room. Isabelle sniffed and Ellie wrapped an arm
about her waist as they entered the monk’s cell.
standing vigil. A chair sat empty next to Thomas’ bed, a chair recently
occupied by Isabelle as she comforted the old man now wheezing for breath on
the bed. Ellie gave Isabelle a comforting squeeze and released her, Ellie
entered the cell while Isabelle stayed at the door. Ellie placed her candle
down and perched gently on the edge of the bed. That small motion was enough to
wake Thomas and he smiled at Ellie the milky whites of his eyes seemingly
staring straight at her, though in reality blindness had come to Thomas a few
years ago. He reached out a hand and Ellie grasped it, and held it tight
against her chest.
is done, my friend. I find no comfort in living anymore. This old body has
given up on me.”
brushed a tear away.
Thomas. I don’t even know how to thank you for what you’ve done here. For all
the people you’ve helped.”
head gently and he took a shuddering breath.
also my privilege.” The old man paused and Ellie swore in that moment her
friend could see her once again his gaze was so direct. “I know your pain,
Ellie and the long years you possess. Promise me you will always keep your
pain, for when you don’t mourn the death of a friend your time will be done.”
her free hand and stroked Thomas’ cheek.
wonderful. The things I’ve seen; the people I’ve met. My life has been full of
purpose and I thank you for that.”
again, a smile full of contentment and love.
you.” She whispered, kissing the old man’s forehead.
Thomas’ voice was faint and Ellie bent her head close to the dying man. As he
struggled for breath, he said “The darkness ever seeks you.” Thomas’ chest
became still and Ellie held her old friend’s hand for a long time.
dragons lifted their heads and howled in mourning.
series, working title “Sisters of Ruin” is being edited at the moment.
with the characters I’ve come to adore so much while introducing a few new
faces. It doesn’t exactly pick up where the Baiulus Series left off as I
watched and read a lot of information on parallel universes and the concept of
a question from the original trilogy where everything works out, that being
what would happen if Ellie’s attempt to save the world failed.
has taken me quite a while to come to terms with the fact that I love writing
as strange as that may sound and to have a career that fills me with joy is a
very strange feeling!
like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to
children and ferry them off to school and playgroup. Just when I thought some
quiet time would be on the cards for writing, my third child, Thomas arrived on
the 14th April and is keeping us all very busy and squabbling for
household is asleep I start writing. At first I used to handwrite everything
but my handwriting is atrocious and when writing an exciting scene, the page
would resemble a battleground as I tried to write as speedily as possible.
After this I moved onto the iPad, much easier!
for me is in the shower. I will sometimes jump out of the shower, dripping wet,
searching for a notepad to jot an idea down.
consider myself privileged to have the opportunity to express myself in
stories. I’ve flown dragons, spoken to magical rabbits, time travelled, fought
in wars, grieved for fictional characters when they died and rejoiced when they