The Wayfinder: YA Fantasy

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The Wayfinderwas my firstly produced story, 2000 Greenwillow/ Harpercollins. I remember where I was when I hear the word that someone wanted to publish this manuscript. I was with my oldest daughter, Sara, at a local plaza. I had to use a pay phone to call the editor back, Standing there in the hallway, near the mall bureau, the pay phone was noisy.

Charismatic YA fantasy: The Wayfinder and The Falconer by Darcy PattisonThe Heartland sequence: middle position illusion novels. Kirkus Reviews says, “… a charismatic YA fantasy …”

Why a Wayfinder? A Pleasant Mountain Hike

It started when we got lost in the mountains of New Mexico at 10,000 feet elevation. The daytime began as a simple hike in the mountains for about eight members of my family, about 4-5 both adults and 4-5 minors. We planned to walk to a snow-fed lake, chew a picnic lunch and hike over the mountains to another parking lot.

It was a beautiful date, clear with puffy shadows. The march to the lake was easy, even though it is clambered. The pool was cold, the picnic lunch great. When we left the lake, we expected 30 times to an hour move to the parking lot on the opposite side of the mountain.

At that hill, on June 17, there was till snow under the trees. As we accompanied, flecks of blizzard fell into my boots preparing my socks dry. We came upon beautiful alpine meadows with wildflowers in full bloom. We scared a porcupine.

One valley had a narrow ditch spill through it that was full of ice-cold water. You could easily prance over it. Yet where reference is thrust a stick in it to discover how deep it was, we couldn’t touch the bottom. It must have been over ten feet deep. I obstructed thinking of how hazardous that would be at night. You’d be walking along and suddenly upturn, you’d be over your heading in water.


We came to a berth in the foot. At it’s feet lay various route signalings. Apparently, the snow had smacked the signs off and they hadn’t been replaced. We tried ranking the signs on the upright, but we had no idea which practice they are able to point.

We were lost.

Not exclusively that, but the sky had shaded, shadows blocking out the daylight. We couldn’t tell our counseling from the sunbathe at all. At this place, two things would’ve helped. A compass or a map.

My brother, the smartest person I know, had a map. It was in his car, back at the original parking lots. I had a compass, but it was back home in a drawer.We were truly lost.

From Bad to Worse

Could things get worse? Oh, yes.

It started to hail. Not tiny hailstones, but marble sized fragments of sparkler. My husband gathered out his one rain poncho and stretched it out for the eight of us to huddle beneath. The herald stopped, and we hastened along the route that we “thought” was right.

At one point, my husband ran( at 10,000 hoofs raising) back to the signpost, in hopes of better evidences, and ran away back to us. He learned good-for-nothing brand-new and we still didn’t know if we were on the right trail.

It heralded on us again.

We came to another valley where the soil was spongy from snowmelt. I ricochetted up and down, looking at a line of posts. It was hopeful that there were indicates of people–someone had move those posts in a straight line. We continued on and finally came to the edge of the mountain where we could look out and attend the itinerary below us. Within 15 -2 0 minutes we were safe at our car.

Lost? How do We FIND Our Way?

The mountain hike and coming lost saw we wonder about how we find our behavior around. How do we steer? It turns out that this varies widely. For example, people who live on an island only need two tendencies: toward the sea or away from the sea. Native Americans of the Pacific Northwest exclusively had two counselings: upriver or downriver.

If navigating or experiencing our action is debatable, then it’s up for grabs as a fantastical factor. I caused a special skill of FINDING. Those with the talent could Find anything: a lost reverberating, the best fruit in a market, a buried treasure, or someone in a penetrating fog.

Relaunch and a New Heartland Fantasy

YA Fantasy - The Wayfinder by Darcy Pattison. Read this story about the power of an individual

I’m thrilled that THE WAYFINDER is relaunching tomorrow! But I’m also thrilled that in July, a new Heartland story will launch.

Creating the Heartland, the landscape, political climate, institutions, and so on is part of the fun of writing fantasy. But it takes a long time! That’s why there are so many trilogies and lines in fantastical lives. After spending occasion creating a special world, it’s hard to abandon it for other stories.

Charismatic YA Fantasy: THE FALCONER by Darcy Pattison

THE FALCONER hop-skip a generation and focuses on Winchal Eldras’s granddaugher, Brittney Eldras. She has studied a gyrfalcon, the largest and most noble of the hawks, and comes striding out of the north only in time to save the Heartland from the vindictive Zendi aggressors from the south.

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