Creating Sanction NH, by Terry Kate
Is Sanction New Hampshire a Real Town?
The Sanction Chronicles is a Young Adult Series that follows the Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, and one human through the school year at Wind Haven High School. So with a population like that could we use a real town?
When I started writing The Sanction Chronicles I thought to myself, “Let’s just make a fake little town and have everyone be a supernatural being.” Easy right? What was I thinking! There are places to build and name, maps so the authors know where everything is, and a whole town’s worth of people to name.
With a book coming out every month September – June readers get to catch up with what has happened to the series’s main characters, but you also get to see more of the town and its residents. Which means the authors are constantly building. Like:
- The BOT Bar – The Blood On Tap is the town’s Vampire hangout serving mugs of the red stuff and the occasional soda.
- Shredded Bits Pizza – Home of The Shredder Pizza, a werewolf favorite covered with raw meat and tons of it. Everyone in town eats there but this is definitely a were favorite.
- Under Grounds Coffee House – Well, what else do you name a place directly across from a graveyard?
We can’t fit every bit of Sanction into the books, so we have created a blog to go along with the town where you can meet residents not in the books. You can see more details on the characters and scenes that did not make the book, from characters like the three I have included below.
This is a new kind of book, and the great part is that there is always something to read. Either a book or on the blog. You can keep up with your favorite characters there and on Twitter and Facebook where they come on and talk about their lives. We want readers to experience our town and love it as much as the authors do. So check out The Sanction Chronicles and meet the September characters below.
The three stars of September?
Wow, he’s hot.
Hope’s skin was uncomfortably warm, the heat getting worse every minute. She smelled smoke, or was that part of the dream? He’s smoking hot, that’s it. Hope settled back to admire his dark hair and bright eyes. At least I dreamed up someone worth looking at.
She sighed. Life in Sanction was good.
Not was, is—is good.
So what if awake she missed Dream Guy. Missing Dream Guy, a.k.a. DG, did not make the rest of her life lonely. She never got to see him for very long anyway. These dreams didn’t last. Now he was here, but for how long? She wanted to enjoy the time, but it was just so damn hot!
His voice broke into her thoughts. “Hope. Hope. You need to wake up.”
Like hell I do. Just minutes after getting here he wants me to leave? No way. She was staying asleep and right here. He was free to do whatever he wanted.
Bored with watching another five fir trees go by, Jessie turned to study Marcus. He was six-one, blond, and an asshole with a wicked set of fangs. He flashed them with every word out of his mouth. “You have to think about what people will say. We aren’t kids anymore. Everything we do reflects on the Vittori name.”
Jessie took great joy from pointing out the obvious. “I am not a Vittori.” She wasn’t a vampire, born, or made. She was human.
After a pause he continued, “You live with the family.”
“In the servant’s quarters. I think everyone gets the picture.”
“You and your mother are not servants.”
“We are not part of the family either.”
Nate closed the front door quietly. He glanced around for his father. So far no sign. Nate let out a breath and shrugged his backpack from his shoulder. He’d been walking on eggshells ever since he got back a few weeks ago. Eight years away wasn’t enough to wipe the slate clean between them. Nate’s jaw tightened.
Nobody gets a clean slate.
He’d made it to the stairs when the voice hit him from behind.
“What the hell are you doing home?”
Nate turned to face his father’s frown as the older werewolf walked out of the kitchen.
“School’s over,” Nate mumbled, trying not to cringe.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” his father growled, moving closer step by step.“What about football practice?”
“Cancelled.” Nate licked his lips. “It’s the full moon.”
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