{"id":31193,"date":"2016-01-28T06:30:45","date_gmt":"2016-01-27T17:30:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=31193"},"modified":"2016-01-24T22:48:32","modified_gmt":"2016-01-24T09:48:32","slug":"meet-daughter-of-bloods-tuckerization-character-enter-cheryl-g-raham","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/01\/28\/meet-daughter-of-bloods-tuckerization-character-enter-cheryl-g-raham\/","title":{"rendered":"Meet “Daughter Of Blood’s” Tuckerization Character: Enter Che’Ryl-g-Raham"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Those of you who’ve been following the blog over this past week will be thoroughly familiar with what a Tuckerization character is by now. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

But for those of you who may be new here today, I’ll just briefly reiterate that it’s when the name of a real-life person is used for a character in a book—and as a wee tradition for The Wall Of Night<\/a> series, whenever a book has been launched I’ve given away a Tuckerization to one commenter, for the next<\/em> book in the series.<\/p>\n

One of the conditions of the draw is always that:<\/p>\n

“I reserve the right to adapt the winning name to best fit a fantasy character, e.g. \u201cJohn the Miller\u201d as opposed to \u201cJohn Miller\u201d “<\/em><\/p>\n

So way back in 2012, the winner of the Tuckerization draw for Daughter of Blood<\/em> was Cheryl Graham — and I have<\/em> “fantasized” her name … \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Like all those waiting for Daughter of Blood<\/em>, Cheryl has had to be very patient, a wait she has borne with extremely good grace. However, today I would like to formally introduce you to her Tuckerization character.<\/p>\n

Dear readers, please: –<\/p>\n

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Meet<\/em> Che’Ryl-g-Raham<\/span><\/h3>\n

“…The kick caught the boy\u2019s rear a glancing blow, enough to send him sprawling along the wharf, stopping short of a pair of black-booted feet. Kalan, turning with the rest of the bystanders, saw the boy\u2019s gaze lift from the boots to the hem of a long black tunic. A sword in a silver-worked scabbard was belted around slim hips; a hand in an embroidered gauntlet rested on its hilt. The newcomer\u2019s face was framed by cables of twisted, shoulder-length black hair, and her expression was stern as she studied the urchin at her feet. She wore a mail corselet and steel breastplate over the black tunic, with the twelve-pointed star of a Sea House navigator worked into the bright metal. Slowly, the stern gaze traveled from Kalan, to Orth and his companions, then around the gathered watchers, before returning to the boy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBegone,\u201d she told him, a single word in the Grayharbor dialect, and he was up and running as though released from a spell. No one turned to watch him go. Like Kalan, they were all looking at the navigator and her companions. The clerk from the shipping office stood close by her right hand, while two men and another woman were ranged at her back. The device on their breastplates was a pair of crossed swords rather than a star, and all three wore steel caps on their heads and carried crossbows. Sea House marines, Kalan supposed\u2014but it was the figure to the first woman\u2019s left who held his attention. The man was tall, with the same twisted hair as his companion, although his was mostly gray, framing a deeply weathered face. The breeze rippled the folds of his sea-green robe, the deep border a wave design in indigo and black. Power stirred, too, telling Kalan that he was in the presence of a Sea House weatherworker.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orth\u2019s attention had swung to the robed figure and now he growled, low in his throat, before spitting onto the dock. \u201cPriest-kind! By the Oath that binds the Derai, you\u2019ve no right to walk here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe ship decides who quits its decks, no one else.\u201d The navigator\u2019s voice rang cold, and her eyes, dark as a storm at sea, held Orth\u2019s glare. The wharf stilled, its quiet filled by the cry of seabirds and creak of the moored ships. Kelyr\u2019s fingers closed on his comrade\u2019s sword wrist, and Kalan wondered which imperative would win out: the giant warrior\u2019s hatred of priest-kind, or the realization that the fastest way to travel north was on a Sea House ship.<\/span><\/p>\n

The matter hung in the balance a moment longer before Orth growled again, but in defeat this time. Throwing off Kelyr\u2019s hand, he turned on his heel and stalked away. Malar\u2019s head swiveled, tracking Orth\u2019s departure, before he tossed back the last of his ale and followed. The Sea woman\u2019s gaze lingered on Kelyr and Tawrin, before considering Kalan. \u201cSwords,\u201d she said meditatively. \u201cAnd Blood.\u201d She inclined her head gravely. \u201cHonor on you and both your Houses. I am Che\u2019Ryl-g-Raham of the Sea House, navigator to the ship of the same name.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

~ from \u00a9 Daughter Of Blood<\/em>: The Wall of Night Book Three, Chapter 6 \u2014The Pastry Thief<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Those of you who’ve been following the blog over this past week will be thoroughly familiar with what a Tuckerization character is by now. \ud83d\ude09 But for those of you who may be new here today, I’ll just briefly reiterate that it’s when the name of a real-life person is used for a character in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,51,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-about-my-books","category-about-the-characters","category-booklaunches"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31193","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31193"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31201,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31193\/revisions\/31201"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}