Interview with fantasy author Cindy Lynn Speer

readers. Today’s special guest is fantasy author Cindy Lynn Speer. We’re
chatting a little bit about her fantasy mysteries The Chocolatier’s Wife, and The
Chocolatier’s Ghost.

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Lynn Speer has been writing since she was 13. She has Blue Moon and Unbalanced
published by Zumaya. Her other works, including The Chocolatier’s Wife
(recently out in an illustrated hardcover to celebrate its 10th anniversary)
and the Chocolatier’s Ghost, as well as the short story anthology Wishes and
Sorrows. When she is not writing she is either practicing historical
swordsmanship, sewing, or pretending she can garden. She also loves road trips
and seeing nature. Her secret side hobby is to write really boring bios about

Please tell us a little
bit about The Chocolatier’s Wife.

A truly original,
spellbinding love story, featuring vivid characters in a highly realistic
historical setting.

When Tasmin’s
bethrothed, William, is accused of murder, she gathers her wind sprites and
rushes to his home town to investigate. She doesn’t have a shred of doubt about
his innocence. But as she settles in his chocolate shop, she finds more in
store than she bargained for. Facing suspicious townsfolk, gossiping neighbors,
and William’s own family, who all resent her kind – the sorcerer folk from the
North — she must also learn to tell friend from foe, and fast. For the real
killer is still on the loose – and he is intent on ruining William’s family at
all cost.

Please tell us a little
bit about The Chocolatier’s Ghost.

the enchanting sequel to The Chocolatier’s
to her soul mate, the chocolatier William, Tasmin should not have to worry
about anything at all. But when her happily ever after is interrupted by the
disappearance of the town’s wise woman, she rushes in to investigate. Faced
with dangers, dead bodies, and more mysterious disappearances, Tasmin and
William must act fast to save their town and themselves – especially when
Tasmin starts to be haunted by a most unwelcome ghost from her past…literally.
Excerpt from The Chocolatier’s Wife:
At the top of the
hill, the snow spun and shimmered in the cruel wind. As she neared it, she
slowed. Tasmin didn’t want to step into that whirling, dancing wall of snow, but
she mentally kicked herself and kept going. Home and warmth, Tasmin. Not so
far, now. Just stop letting your imagination draw strange fancies where nothing
She crested the
hill, and the wind fell silent. The snow fell away, except for one spot, where
it swirled and settled, drawing details that glowed faintly in the darkness to
become the figure of a woman. Her head turned slowly, looking over her shoulder
at Tasmin, and then the rest of her followed suit, the snow falling and lifting
and resettling on the curves and folds that outlined the silvery figure. She
stared at Tasmin, moving her head this way and that, as if trying to focus on
the face in front of her, considering.
The ghost tilted
her head, reaching out one hand slowly, making as if she would touch Tasmin. Tasmin
backed up a step. The hand was getting closer, and she panicked. No herbs, no
amulets would help her, but she did have another talent, thin and unpracticed,
but still there.
She raised a
fist, palm towards the figure, and opened it quickly, warding the touch away. “Forbidden,”
she whispered, and a spear of air shattered through the snow. The ghost
disappeared, and the world seemed to right itself, the wind died down and
everything seemed to be normal.
She stepped carefully around the
newly formed pile of snow and continued her walk home. Determined not to think
any more about it, she stripped off her clothes and fell into bed, half
wondering if her exhausted mind had not conjured the whole thing.
Where did you get the
idea for these books?
One of my
friends bought me chocolate for Christmas, and as I was unwrapping it, I was
thinking about a favorite character from a movie, and the actor, and wondering
what else he could do. I took a bite of the chocolate, and all of a sudden, I
knew everything – the title of the book, the people, the first lines. It is a
wonderful experience, to be struck with inspiration that perfectly. 
Any weird things you do
when you’re alone?
have you heard?
I do
fencing drills – does hitting a piece of wood on a wall count?
What is your favorite
quote and why?
“Full little knowest thou
that hast not tried,

What hell it is in suing long to bide:
To lose good dayes, that might be better spent;
To waste long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.”
– Edmund Spenser
It’s my
favorite because I hate waiting – but you can’t lose long nights in discontent
or waste your days, you have to keep going, even if you get “put back” – it’s a
reminder to me to keep going, to not waste what I have, no matter how useless
or hopeless it feels.

Who is your favorite author
and why?

I have a
lot of favorites, but Barbara Hambly holds a special place because it was in
reading her work I understood what I loved about fantasy and mystery, and
realized that the things I liked to write were things that could be written. She
takes a story about a dragon or a vampire and turns it, gently, on its head and
makes it something amazing.
What, in your opinion, are the most important
elements of good writing?
well-written characters…someone who feels real. I can put up with a lot if the
character feels like a living, breathing human being.
Thanks for being here today, Cindy. 

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8 thoughts on “Interview with fantasy author Cindy Lynn Speer

  1. Cindy says:

    Mai T — none, really, the closest I've done was recently, I got to visit Westminster Abby, were I saw the stones and tombs of many wonderful and inspirational authors. When I saw Tennyson and Byron I confess…I reached down and petted both stones.

    Thank you, Lisa!

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