Celebrating POC Authors in Fantasy: D. L. Howard
D.L. Howard is an author of diverse Fantasy and Urban Fantasy novels. With a love of photography and writing, sometimes she draws inspiration from both to create the perfect shot or the perfect story. She has a love for all things mythological & the supernatural which spurs her to create her own worlds of the fantastic & bring them to you
Interview with D. L. Howard
What genre(s) do you write in?
Fantasy & Urban Fantasy
When did you decide that you wanted to write in your Genre?
Kind of always known I've wanted to write in Fantasy. I read it all the time. It's my favorite genre.
What things in your life do you draw inspiration from?
Anything and everything around me can spark my creativity. I've been inspiried from dreams, things people have said, playing video games, and my photography. Especially my photography when I come up with a styled photoshoot. Life is full of interesting stuff and I just pull from it all.
What is the purpose of your writing? Is there a specific message that you hope to convey?
No specific message. Sometimes you just want to escape and with my writing, I create worlds just for people to travel and escape to.
How much of yourself is reflected in your writing?
I can see myself reflected in some of my characters. Both the good and the bad. It's not a lot but it's there.
What can readers expect to see from you in the next year? Any new releases, features or celebrations?
I have a short urban fantasy, Dawn of Wolves due out later this month. It's kind of a prequel to a new series that will be out next year. Also, the second and final book of The Unholy Witch Wars duet will be releasing later this year.
Eight hundred years ago there was harmony in the world and no such thing as light and dark witches.
The people were one. Enticed by the seductive powers of dark, some strayed down the twisted path, breaking the balance causing a rift. Eventually starting the Unholy Witch Wars.
Now, war is brewing again and Nthanda, a child of the dark, unknowingly, is at the center of it all. Well loved by many in her homeland, there are those who grow jealous and tired of the witchling and the long time rule of her family. Betrayed and kidnapped by rivals, she’s sold to her blood enemies across the seas.
With the help of an unexpected ally, Nthanda, risks her life and tries to escape the horrid clutches of her captors. Full of rage, fueled by hate, Nthanda and her companions, forge a path through the realms unleashing wrath and havoc on the deserving all the while trying to stay a step ahead of her enemies. With the fate of the world in her hands, can she stop the impending war and find a way to bring balance back to the lands?
Or will everything be lost...
Excerpt from the book:
Jia’ka stepped into the foyer not prepared for what was going on. The battle inside was nothing compared to what was happening in the corridor. Over a hundred witches were fighting for their lives. Screams of the dying filled the hall. The sound of metal swords and knives rang out. The coppery tang of spilled blood and its magic accosted her nose. Bodies hit the ground, and the groans slipped from their tongues. It was chaos and anguish mixed all in one.
She ducked when a dagger whistled passed her face, only mere inches away from taking her eye out. She twisted herself around to find the one who threw the knife. The witch stood only a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Jia’ka recognized the woman and shook her head. The witch showed no fear and Jia’ka grinned at the fool of a woman.
“Lord of the Evernight, Athos I call out to you. Grant me your strength and your ways to dismantle my enemies this night in your honor. Mynhit, She who massacres. Grant me your fire so I can call down and burn my enemies this night in your honor,” Jia’ka yelled out.
Praying her god and goddess heard her, she reached for the witch who threw the dagger and released a blast of fire from her hands. The unfortunate witch screamed an unearthly wail when the fire struck her. All too late, she tried to cast a spell to put it out, but it was useless. Not when the fire of a goddess ravaged her body.