10 Things You Didn’t Know About Madhuri Blaylock
1. When I was younger, before my brother entered the picture, I had two imaginary friends, Maria and Alicia. My mom says she doesn’t know where they came from or why, but once they arrived, they were quite the presence in my life. Her favorite story is how she would tell me to clean my room, I would open the door and shout, “Maria, Alicia! Clean the room!”, then rejoin my mom as if it was all good. Then just as magically as they arrived, so, too, did they depart. Driving down Capitol Hill one day, my mom asked about Maria and Alicia and without a word of warning or even a goodbye, they were gone.
2. I spent a summer studying at The Sorbonne, living on an international campus and immersing myself in all things French. It was fantastic: I became fluent in French, toured the Riviera on a moped, saw the Rolling Stones perform at the Berlin Wall, spent Bastille Day partying through the streets in Normandy, rode through Paris at 4 in the morning on the back of a very cute boy’s motorcycle, befriended two very old, very charming French gents who bought me an espresso every morning on my way to class, saw Madonna on her Express Yourself tour, spent hours in the fantastic Rodin museum and I could go on and on. Everyone needs a summer in Paris.
3. At various points in my life, I’ve been told I look like Rae Dawn Chong, Lisa Bonet, Toni Braxton and Halle Berry. These women don’t look like each other and I certainly don’t look like them. But I’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of nice running around town, being told I look like Halle.
4. I’m a step mom to a twenty-two year old bundle of fierce awesomeness.
5. I almost died in second grade. No lie. I am in that rare 1% of folks who suffer complications after having their tonsils removed. For the first few days after the procedure, all seemed well, but around day 5 or 6, there were a few blood spots on my pillow and later that day, my stitches completely ripped open. I was going to the bathroom and next thing I know, everything was covered in red, my blood splashing everywhere I looked. My parents raced me to the ER of my dad’s hospital (he’s a general surgeon), they got the bleeding under control and I survived. But to this day, any time one of my son’s doctors suggests he should have his tonsils removed, that it’s a simple procedure, I cannot help but roll my eyes.
6. During high school, I took voice lessons from a woman named Tommy Tally. She was very tiny, very Southern and very set in her ways. And one of her “ways” was that all of her students had to participate in pageants; she believed they were a great way to get some performing experience under our belts. She might be right, but all I recall is it being one of the most hellish experiences of my life. All kinds of nonsense, from wearing a Gone-With-The-Wind style gown (I grew up down South, in case you’re wondering) to trying to control and contain my crazy, curly hair to prepping for the interview process, just to have five minutes on stage to belt out All That Jazz. And bring the house down, thank you very much. Alas, I did not win the talent competition, but folks who were there will attest to the fact I was robbed of that Best in Talent award.
7. I’ve given up many of my vices, mostly because they were so bad for me, but one I cannot live without is my Cafe Bustelo. For those of you who don’t know Cafe Bustelo, I’m sorry. And for those who do, you fully understand my devotion to that little, yellow brick of deliciously strong caffeine.
8. When I was little, I wanted to grow up to become Han Solo, with a Wookie and Millenium Falcon, an awesome haircut and killer smirk.
9. My legal writing professor in law school told me that I would one day write a great novel. I think I have done just that with THE BOY. I need to send her a copy and say thanks for believing in me all those years ago.
10. I just fell asleep for a second while I was typing this, opened my eyes to find entries 6-10 deleted! I quickly hit “undo delete” several times, breathed a sigh of relief when I recovered everything I just spent time writing and immediately hit save. This homegirl is sleep deprived. HOLLA.
The Boy (The Sanctum Trilogy, #2)
by Madhuri Blaylock
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“Every now and again an excellent novel will come forth dealing with fantasy and magic that will just grab and hold my attention from beginning to end. That is exactly what THE GIRL did.” — OOSA Online Book Club
In THE GIRL, Madhuri Blaylock introduced readers to the world of The Sanctum, one corrupted by greed and savagery and hellbent on achieving a single goal: destroying the prophesied hybrid. When one of its most celebrated warriors questioned his allegiances, age-old secrets were unveiled and violence erupted. The journey becomes more perilous and intense as the trilogy surges forward with
Can you cross the plains of death, collect every piece of your soul and make it back to the land of the living?
And if you complete the journey, will your loved ones welcome your return?
The Ramyan have been answering such questions since the creation of The Sanctum. A mysterious sect of Magicals, haunting the blank spaces of time and memory, they serve no one but themselves and their higher purpose. They exist on a plane removed from earthly matters, shifting easily between the living and the dead, moving in time to the beat of their own drummer.
At least they did. Dev and Wyatt change all of that when the prophesied hybrid lands on the steps of Rinshun Palace, seeking help for the wounded Class A Warrior. That decision alters lives and sets old agendas back on course. But at what cost to Dev and Wyatt? And does that really even matter?
“The characters in Madhuri Blaylock’s novel…are well written and unique, and the story is just fantastic…I just loved every page of the story!” – Readers’ Favorite
“We’re Sanctum, Ryker,” Dot replied as she began a sun salutation, “we do not become emotionally tied. To anything or anyone.”
Ryker remained silent.
Moving into a warrior pose, Dot continued.
“But I suppose you and Wyatt did not get that memo.”
Rather than engage Dot in conversation, Ryker joined her in a warrior II pose.
“Sam and Josiah should have never allowed you boys to become so dependent upon one another. Very few Sanctum have been so intertwined and when they have, the results have been disastrous. Now that he’s gone, you’re incapable of functioning and fulfilling your duties as a warrior.”
“He’s not gone,” Ryker insisted.
Dot heard the pain in her son’s voice and relented a bit.
“I don’t mean it like that, Ryker. I know you know Wyatt is still alive. What troubles me is how you’re handling his absence.”
Ryker broke his pose and sat on the floor, watching his mom go through her routine. He knew Dot was tough, but sometimes that toughness came across as plain, cold-heartedness. She didn’t mean it that way; she loved him and was just worried, Ryker simply wished her mode of conveying that concern was a bit warmer. He couldn’t remember the last time she hugged him, touched him affectionately.
“I’m handling his absence by helping Jools stave off a Sanctum-wide revolution, ma,” Ryker explained quietly, “I’m investigating violations of The Book of Peace by the Breslins, looking into Ava’s murder of Jasper and Kalinda Edwards at the last meeting of The Circle of Ten and speaking to other Founding Family members. So I think I am handling Wyatt’s temporary absence just fine.”
Dot looked down on her elder son and softened, despite the voice inside her head telling her to beware. That was The Sanctum speaking to her, always reaching out and cutting off the ties to her children. First taking them at such a young age and now, telling her to shut them out. But she had always been stronger than The Sanctum, and today was no different.
She reached down and caressed Ryker’s face, a gesture she couldn’t remember indulging in since he was small. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if ashamed by his need for her affection. Dot’s heart broke as she watched him, wondering over the years how many times he had craved her touch, needed her arms around him. He was a grown man now but Ryker would always be her baby, so she bent down and did what she hadn’t done in almost a decade: pulled her son into her arms and held him as he cried.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Madhuri is a Jersey City Heights girl via Snellville, Georgia, who writes paranormal fiction and is slightly infatuated with tattoos, four-inch heels, ice cream, Matt Damon, scotch, Doc Martens, Laini Taylor, photo booths and dancing like a fool.
She’s currently working on The Sanctum trilogy and hopes one day soon, everyone is walking around with copies of The Girl and The Boy in their pocket or on their Kindle.
She wants to get a goat and a burro, but since she lives in the city, will settle for some chickens.
She’s totally chatty so drop her a line any time.