It's an awful power--the power of life and death. I just realized that the life of a sweet young female is hanging in the balance. Should she die or live to love and make someone else happy? And no, this is not the life of a girl tied up here in my office, but that of one the principal characters in my book Guardians of the Sacred Seven. The book is nearing the end and I really like the new character Herangelica. She's in love with Weiger and he's in love with her. They have both endured violence, pain and unspeakable torture but now she's in mortal danger--from me. But she's not a typical helpless female. Do those really exist anymore? Forced to take the life of six sems (male elves), Herangelica carries their souls and images of their dying faces like Jacob Marley's chains. Does she need to die at the hands of Jazon, a brutally evil fundamentalist to atone for her sins? Should she live and bear the guilt of those (albeit evil) sems she has slain?
So as an author I have to decide. I have to decide whether she lives or dies and how she meets her fate. I want to tell her true story, but she hasn't told me what it is. It's an awesome responsibility.