At 27 years old, Dylan is the middle Tallant child. He grew up on an acreage near Magrath, Alberta with his parents and his siblings - his older brother Aidan and his younger sister, Winter.
When they moved to Lethbridge to start University, Dylan and Aidan lived together and when Dylan turned 21 (and Aidan was 22 years old) the pair of them pooled their money and with some help from their parents they bought a house. Both having worked for years at their father's construction company the two boys were more than capable of renovating the house into two suites - a 2 bedroom basement suite, and a 3 bedroom upstairs suite. When Winter, who is 4 years younger then Dylan, moved into town to attend the University too, Aidan invited her to live in the upstairs suite with him.
When their parents died suddenly, and unexpectedly, all three of the Tallant's were crushed. They each suffered in different ways but Dylan had always been the closest to their parents because he shared more in common with them than his siblings. Or so it seems.
Dylan takes over the construction company after his father's death and acts mostly in a managerial position, though he does manage to put in a good share of time with the work crews. He enjoys the work and it gives him enough freedom to attend to the personal issues that plague him.
Not the least of which is Dawn McKenna, the beautiful dancer that has captivated Dylan for years through her local performances. Now she's his younger sister's best friend, his older brother's roommate, and the single point of brightness in his world. And he's fighting tooth and nail not to give in to her allure!
Stay tuned for more, when you'll meet Dawn McKenna...
[All characters and information is from The Gifted. The Gifted is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblence to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.]
copyright 2010 Lacey Ferris
Thursday, November 11, 2010
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Every once in a while a thought will cross your mind and grab hold of you. This thought, concept, idea, it beats at you, it tortures you until you have no choice but to spell it out. So in a carthartic move you pour the words out - through your mouth, from your hands and fingers - and you share something of yourself with the world.
It can be life or death. Happiness or despair. Joy, pleasure, love. Fear, pain, hate.
It can be anything.
That is the wonder of the written word. The enthrallment of a story.
That is a writer's life. It is their pleasure and their pain. Their love. It is their everything - and the story is the embodiment of their generousity.