Meet Caderyn O’Cearnaigh

Cade Framed Websized

Art by Marc Tice

Name: Caderyn O’Cearnaigh

Nickname: Cade

Date of Birth: December 12, 1695

Year you transformed into a Behnshma: 1729

Address: None of your biz

Height/Build: Strong and tall enough to kick Fallen ass.

Occupation: To find Fallen and kick their ass into hell.

Identifying marks: Small cluster of small pox scars on upper left cheek from when I was still human and a Behnshma tattoo on my upper right arm.

Identifying traits: I read minds.

The date/time you’re filling this out: 10/07/2009, 7:30 am

Where are you: In my study

What are you wearing: (A little personal isn’t it?) Black pants, black t-shirt, black boots

What’s in your closet: weapons

Weapon of choice: Katana, given to me by Yamaoka Tesshu when my kendo training was complete.

Last movie watched: King Kong, the original

Favorite TV Show: I don’t watch enough to have a fav. I’ve heard enough voices in my head over the years to appreciate silence.

Last TV Show watched: CNN Newsroom

Last game played: Who can lift the most weight. Played with Lucas. I won.

Greatest fear: Never earning redemption.

Greatest love: My children.

Favorite quote: “Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him.” EM Foster, Howards End

Boxers or briefs: None

Car: Koenigsegg CCX, black

What was the last thing you ate: McD’s three Big Macs with an extra large fry. Don’t tell Jeeves, he’ll be upset.

Describe your last dream: It was of Sarah. All I’m going to say.

Sexiest part of a female: Her mind.

Last gift given: A punch to Gabe. It was to help him keep his mouth shut.

Last time you cried: The day I buried my second child.

Last time you laughed: Can’t remember. I’m sure it was at Gabe’s expense.


My Interview with Caderyn

I spent a half a year in the discovery, or pre-writing, stage of Fallen Redemption before opening Word and typing those wonderful and slightly anxiety-inducing words: Chapter One. Those months, which I then considered wasted writing time, was the best thing I could have done for my story. I learned so much about my hero and heroine and the world they lived in that when I was ready the words flowed easily onto the page.

Below is one of the activities I used with Cade. Instead of answering a list of questions as Cade would, I interviewed him face to face. . .or at least that’s how it was supposed to go.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I was waiting for Cade in his study. Lifting my hand, I stifled a yawn. It’s early in the AM. Waay early. But this is Cade’s only free time. He spends his nights fighting Fallen and his days planning the next attack. Jeeves said he’s running a bit late. I don’t mind. I’m a little nervous around the boss anyway. I need time to get a grip before I make a complete ass out of myself. I’m not even sure what I’m looking to gain here. I already have a lot of information about Cade on file. Hopefully the interview will just take off on its own and give me what I don’t know I need. Because, you know, that’s always worked so well for me in the past. Not.

I love this room. It’s filled top to bottom with books. And not just the classics or the old, old texts where a page will fall out if I touch it the wrong way. There’s books like The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks. Fun! And does he actually follow the advice? Plus there’s authors like Danielle Steel and Nora Roberts. Hey, he has the new Nora. I don’t think its even out yet.

Taking the book off the shelf, I moved to sit in one of the most comfortable love seats ever. A matching chair sat on my left with an ottoman. A small table in between held a stack of books.  The Time of My Life by Swayze and Lisa Niemi, The Associate by John Grisham, The Code of the Samurai: A Modern Translation of the Bushido Shoshinshu of Taira Shigesuke by Yuzan Daidoji, and New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.

I jumped when the door opened, Nora dropping off my lap. It landed on the floor with a loud thud. Great, Cade will know I’ve been spying. Good way to start the interview. I picked up the book and shoved it in the seat cushion by my leg, mentally reminding myself to put it  away when he was distracted. Although can you ever really distract the vampire-like Behnshmas?

I glanced up, hoping he hadn’t seen me and blinked. It wasn’t Cade, but Lucas. I stood, panic rising. Had something happened? A massive Fallen attack? Was Cade injured? Or one of the other brothers?

“Everything’s fine,” Lucas said soothingly and I remembered he could read emotions. “Cade’s just tying up some loose ends and is not sure how long it will take. He’d like to reschedule.”

Relief flooded through me. I hadn’t know these guys long. Only about four months. But they’ve already wormed their way into my heart. “Sure. No problem.”

I took one last look around the room before following Lucas out. Books, low lighting lamps, big overstuffed seats, large windows, small tables, ottomans, and a large antique desk. I’d love to have a room like this to write in. Standing in the doorway, I pictured Cade sitting in his chair, a book in hand (the samurai one, I think. I can’t really visualize him reading New Moon. Gabe must’ve put that there as a joke.), reveling in the quiet. In that instant I was glad our meeting was cancelled. I didn’t want to be just another person interrupting his silence.

Okay, and I’m also glad because the man intimidates the hell out of me. Despite the fact that he reads Nora.