Book Tour: In the Light of the Eclipse by Bryan Caron (Guest Post + Giveaway!)

Fire and Ice Book Tours is hosting Bryan Caron, author of In the Light of the Eclipse. The following is all the information about the book and a special guest post from Bryan himself- a review of his writing process (trust me, it’s worth a read!)

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Displaying Eclipse_Book_Cover.jpgTitle: In the Light of the Eclipse 
Author: Bryan Caron 
Publisher: Divine Trinity Films
Genre: Young Adult; Fantasy; Mystery; Romance
Pages: 318  
Source:  Book Tour 


Where God so loved the world, Heather (or as few have dared to dub her “the goddess of condemnation”) holds a much crueler hand over her inhabitants. Every seventeen years, under her ever-watchful eye, an eclipse renders her land dark, taking the soul of everyone over the age of seventeen to the land of the unknown nothing. In its wake, Heather bestows the gift of a child upon the land. Some believe this child has special powers; others believe she inhabits the souls taken by the eclipse. But no matter the belief, one thing is certain—without the child, the land would crumble.

Most accept the eclipse and live every breath with a love unmatched by any other. This is especially true of Zoe, whose seventeenth year of breath nears ever so close. Born under the eclipse, Zoe understands her life is a gift and that she will return that gift in kind—whenever that day may be (that is until she falls in love and discovers the dark secrets hidden in the heart of Heather).

Still others yearn for a longer life and curse Heather’s name. One such person was branded the name Kayla on her day of breath eighteen years ago. Unable to comprehend the meaning of such viciousness, Kayla believes such a sacrifice is unnecessary, even for the worst of mankind. Little does she know that a mysterious traveler may hold the key to ending the eclipse forever.

Zoe and Kayla are best friends.

This is their story.

Excerpt: (From Chapter 2- A Secret Morning Swim) 

(Read Chapter 1 at

On the morning that marked the beginning of Kayla’s eighteenth year of breath, Zoe got up an hour before the rooster’s crow and headed into Industry Quarters. She had never walked the streets at night before so it was a bit scary, but also quite amazing. The smell of baking bread was at its strongest and the bright glow of the full moon turned the artwork all around her into a fluorescent wonderland. It made it all the more brilliant to lie back in the shadows and watch a couple of kids turn paint into such beautiful pictures. She almost wanted to join them in taking brush in hand but she had something much more pressing to do, and time was of the essence.

Zoe inched her way through the slightly wilted bushes surrounding Kayla’s house and pressed her hands firmly on the glass of her bedroom window. Kayla never locked her window so it was quite easy to open and crawl in without rousing her, though she hoped the change in noise level from the roar of the machines didn’t do it for her. Thankfully, Kayla was still asleep when the room returned to silence. Zoe snuck up to Kayla’s bureau and shoveled her swimming suit, towel and a change of clothes into her pack, a task that took longer than expected (it couldn’t just be any old clothes; it had to at least look good together). When she was happy with what she had chosen, Zoe tiptoed back to Kayla’s bed and kissed her cheek.

“Wake up, sleepy,” she whispered into Kayla’s ear.

Kayla groaned and rolled over. “Go away.”

“Kayla, wake up,” Zoe said, shaking her shoulder.

When Kayla finally realized who it was, she sat up quickly and looked around as if her caretakers were hiding in the walls, waiting for just the right reason to take her to Quorum Circle for punishment. “Zoe,” she whispered. “What in Heather’s name are you doing here? What time is it?”

“It’s time to give you my gift.”

Each year, to mark the day of a person’s first breath, caretakers and friends would do something special for that person, from taking over that day’s chores to whisking them off to Serenity Lake for a grand snorkel, so long as it was something that was unique to the presenter of the gift. For this, the last gift Zoe would ever give Kayla, she wanted to do something more amazing than life. She pulled Kayla out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a secret. Come on.”

Kayla felt a little blushed walking the streets of Industry Quarters in her sleeping gown, especially when they passed Henry (who had a not-so-secret crush on Kayla) sweeping flour out of his caretaker’s factory.

“Where are you two lovely ladies headed off to so early?” Henry said.

“No time to chat,” Zoe said, keeping from making eye contact. If she had, she would have felt obligated to stop, and Zoe was in far too much a hurry to do that. Henry did it for her.

“Just wait, I’ll come with.” Henry set the broom against the inside of the door and jogged after them. “Wait up.”
Now Zoe had to stop. “You can’t come, Henry.” Her hand was outstretched, keeping him from coming any closer. Kayla was pulled in behind her.

“Why? What’s the big deal?”

“I’m giving Kayla her gift. This is for her and I alone. So if you don’t mind…”

“Her gift? What could you possibly be giving her this early?”

“None of your business,” Kayla interjected. She stepped around Zoe, who felt a little honored and shocked (though she didn’t know why). “Now be a good little boy and get back to work. Go on.” She waved her hand. How Kayla could get away with that was beyond Zoe, even if Henry was a year younger than her (and no more than a couple of months older than Zoe, for that matter). Maybe she was using his infatuation against him.

Then again, maybe not.

“No. I want to see what this is.”

“We aren’t moving until you leave,” Kayla said.

“That’s fine. I have all day.”

“We don’t,” Zoe whispered to Kayla. She acknowledged her, but with only the slightest turn of her head so that Henry might not notice.

“I don’t want to have to get physical,” Kayla said. Her voice was strong, commanding. “But I will if I have to.”

“Do you promise?” Henry said, which disgusted Kayla to no end.

“Just leave us alone.”

“Tell me where you’re off to and maybe I will.”


Henry shrugged. Zoe grew ever more irritated. The sun would be up soon; once it was, her gift would be ruined. If she weren’t such a lady (or had been taught to be such by her caretakers), she probably would have popped him one (or urged Kayla to, in the very least) just to make her point. Luckily, she didn’t have to.

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Guest Post:  My Writing Process
Warning: the following post may be interesting and thoughtful for some while coming off dry and boring to others. I have no real control over that except to say that if you do find it dry and boring, one of us needs to get our heads examined because I feel it’s a worthwhile topic to discuss, if only to help my readers understand my personal writing process.

As most any author can attest to, the idea for a any type of story can strike your brain at any time and come from almost anywhere—a dream, a newspaper article, a movie, a song; anywhere. Whatever it happens to be, something sparks the wheels of creativity to spin out of control with inspiration.

When I get an idea, there’s a very small window of time from when it beams bright to when it fades into the fog of memory. Hopefully I’m near a computer (or a pen and paper, or pencil and napkin—whatever I can use to write) so I can get the notes saved in stone as fast as possible. If I’m not (as when I’m driving), I continually repeat the thoughts over and over until I can get to where I’m going.

(I know I should get a recorder for these instances, but I just hate the sound of my own voice… I’d rather listen to the voices in my head.)

Depending on my current workload and how well the idea percolates, these notes might sit for a couple of days or collect dust for several years. When the time does come to finally turn the idea into a manuscript, the first thing I do is reread the notes—and cringe at how awful (or random, or stupid, or incoherent) they usually are. It’s very rare that they’re good enough to move forward, so I’ll usually add specifics about the story and the characters, do some extra research, and make sure it has a logical flow from A to B to C.

As writing commences, I go chapter by chapter, which adds a great deal of anticipation for what I know I’ll be writing later on. I also try to write the first draft from page one to The End without getting sidetracked by the rewriting of what I’ve already written. The problem is, when the characters start dragging me in directions I never expected, I need to go back and, at the very least, add notes to earlier chapters of things I’ll need to change in order to keep the continuity correct.

Suffice it to say, my first and second drafts tend to be one and the same. When I do reach the last words on the last page, the manuscript has all but become a sordid mesh pile of incoherence, notes, thoughts, changes, and inspiration. But there’s a satisfaction to knowing I’ve gotten the template completed.

From there, I set the work aside for about a week before I begin work on my second draft, which, for the most part, will look nothing like the first when it’s completed, as so many more ideas emerge, descriptions and dialogue are tightened up and fleshed out, and some events and ideas are just so bad, they need to be excised, lest they kill the entire thing.

My third draft is done quickly thereafter, as I want to keep my thoughts and final continuity issues in the forefront of my mind. This draft might change slightly, but in the end, resembles the last draft pretty well. Now I’ve got a pretty good layout and it’s time to take another week or two off before diving head first into the editing process.

This, of course, is when an author (or editor) will read the manuscript with nothing but grammar, spelling and consistency on the brain, reading each line and each paragraph separately (and for me, a couple of times) to make sure it’s error-free. For this, I print a hard copy out and mark it up with a bright red pen. You may not believe this, but looking at something on the computer screen and looking at it on paper are two completely different beasts. You would be amazed at how many errors you find on paper that you never saw on the computer.

Once this has been completed, and I’ve transferred all of the changes to the digital manuscript, I go through it once more on screen, again line by line, to find any and all additional errors and to tighten it up one last time. I now have a finished product, and it only took about five or six months to complete… unless I was really on fire, at which point, it might have taken about four. But that’s rare (or a small book!)

So, there you have it. Whether you wanted to know or not, you’ve now gotten a glimpse into how I go about my writing and the massive amounts of changes it takes to go from the spark of an idea to a finished product. This may not work for everyone, as every writer has a different style and/or work ethic, but this is what works for me and I’m sticking to it.

Thanks for reading.

About the Author: 

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Bryan Caron is a multi-talented, award-winning artist with works in several mediums, including print, film and design. After acquiring a bachelor’s degree in creative writing and an associate’s degree in computer graphic design, Bryan studied filmmaking and film editing while working at a performing arts studio in San Diego, California. He took this knowledge to write, direct and edit films under his banner, Divine Trinity Films. Soon after, he would team up with the Fallbrook Film Factory, a non-profit film consortium, to continue his growth in the areas of writing, directing and editing, all the while fleshing out his talents in fiction writing (publishing Year of the Songbird and Jaxxa Rakala: The Search in 2013), working as a graphic designer, and beginning his first blog: Chaos breeds Chaos.

His works as writer and director include the short films My Necklace, Myself (Best Screenplay, Short Film, 2009 Treasure Coast International Film Festival) and 12, the feature film Secrets of the Desert Nymph, and the commercial Charlie’s Ticket, which ran on dozens of television stations and in movie theaters in San Diego County to advertise the Fallbrook International Film Festival. Works as editor include the short film Puzzle Box and No Books, the first of several episodes he has edited for the online sketch-series, Treelore Theatre.

Bryan currently resides in Riverside County.

Author Links:
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Bryan is giving away 3 signed copies of his book. USA only. Enter through Goodreads!

5 thoughts on “Book Tour: In the Light of the Eclipse by Bryan Caron (Guest Post + Giveaway!)

  1. Pingback: Virtual Book Tour – Stops #14, #15 and #16 | Chaos breeds Chaos

  2. Tanya, thank you so much for participating in my virtual book tour and for allowing me to write the guest post on your blog. Were you also still planning to review the book, or have the holidays just bogged you down? : )

  3. Pingback: Book Tour: In the Light of the Eclipse (YA Fantasy, Mystery & Romance) by Bryan Caron Tour Dates: 12/2/13 – 12/16/13 | Fire and Ice Book Tours

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