Jun 10

What Draws Us To History by Lizzi Tremayne

tremaynePlease welcome Lizzi Tremayne from New Zealand.

Thanks for inviting me, Anna.

Is it the romance of a different time from our own that draws us to history?
Is it what history can show us about ourselves?
How we’re different from or similar to others in the past?
Does it show us links to the people we were, and how we will be in the future?
Or perhaps where we’ve diverged when people have made new beginnings?
Do we hope it will give us hints about where to seek in the eternal quest for who we are and where we fit in to this world?

For me, this last reason is why I write in the historical genre. When I began writing, I never thought about all this. I only knew I was drawn to stories of the past. The Dark Ages, the Elizabethan Period, and the Old West equally held me enraptured since even before I began to read myself, for the simple first reason above.

I began researching and writing historical novels only a few years ago. It soon became clear that I was looking for answers to questions in my own history and present. What I discovered has helped me become more comfortable with the person I am.

I write factual fiction, or that is to say, delve through old records, coallate my findings, and try to make the unearthed information palatable to someone who might never pick up a book of historical fact, search out an old battle record or travel to a remote graveyard to read the inscription on an old tombstone. Can I offer readers some inkling of what happened in their own town or country to give it the unique flavour it carries today? Some idea of why a certain town emerged just when it did? Most importantly, to shed light upon the reasons a particular society developed the way it has? Perhaps it will provide a piece of the puzzle, which will allow a whole population to try to open the doors previously closed upon the past, allowing healing of the hidden wounds that prevent peaceful cohabitation.

Several towns in the West define themselves as being part of the Pony Express Trail. The stories of Laura Ingalls Wilder played a large part in my understanding of the westward-moving American pioneer, and the peoples and lands they encountered, and how the settlers dealt with adversity. In my first novel, A Long Trail Rolling, (Published 10 Jan, 2015), I use Aleksandra, the daughter of a Polish immigrant trapper family, to show snapshots of 1860 life in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains. She must survive when she is left alone in the world, and becomes a “boy” rider for the famed Pony Express.

Although the ‘Pony’ as it was called, only lasted for a mere eighteen months, it still captures the imaginations of thousands, if not millions, of people, even one hundred and fifty years after its inception.

I show some interactions with American Indians in the novel, both positive aspects and negative.

In the sequels, The Hills of Gold Unchanging, A Sea of Green Unfolding, and A Bold Country Evolving, I show 1860 historical aspects of Utah, Nevada, the San Francisco Bay Area, (or the part from Redwood City, via La Honda, and through to San Gregorio) and 1863 New Zealand. If you read them, you will discover why Redwood City grew so quickly, and learn why it was so named. I offer the reader aspects of New Zealand history which are certainly not taught in primary, and only rarely in secondary schools here. They are shadowy aspects of our history which portions of our society wish had never happened, and would rather forget. Although almost apologetic, many of those who know are content to bury it beneath the carpet, so most people are unaware of the whole story and resolution cannot be attained. This untold history has shaped us as the people we have become. The conflicts began long ago between the Maori (and before that, the earlier Moriori) people who had already settled New Zealand before Captain Cook came in the 1700’s and the white settlers from England, Europe and Asia. There was wrongdoing on both sides, but much has remained hidden from the general view.

I use history to paint a picture, so that readers can better understand some of their own past, answer some of their questions about themselves and become more comfortable with their own place in the world.


EBook cover 18KB TEEENY copyBlurb:  She didn’t expect to become a target, but she is one now! 

It might have been the mare that did it, stopping dead in her tracks, nearly dropping Aleksandra over her shoulder, or maybe it was the flies that buzzed around the blood pooling beneath the butchered man in the Pony Express station doorway. Whichever it was, it got her full attention. 

Seventeen year old Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret coveted by the Russian Czar, one which could alter the forces of power in Europe. Disguised as a Pony Express rider in 1860’s Utah Territory, she finds herself in even deeper trouble when she rides full speed into the middle of the Indian Paiute Wars. Her Californio boss Xavier has a strength to match her own, but can they overcome their differences before the ever-increasing odds overtake them?

With this debut Western Historical Adventure, Lizzi Tremayne won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award and was a finalist in the 2013 Great Beginnings. A saga of the Old West with a multicultural cast of those who make up America, it would interest readers who enjoy Westerns, horses, American Indians, immigrants, and the Pony Express. It has a capable heroine, strong historical detail, period veterinary treatment and frontier-pushing characters. It has been compared to the work of Phillipa Gregory, Diana Gabaldon and Jean Auel, with a little Laura Ingalls Wilder thrown in.

The Series:   This novel is the first in The Long Trail quadrilogy of historical adventure sagas following Aleksandra and Xavier from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand.


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Lookout Pass, she reminded herself as she neared the summit. Glancing north to the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains, she swallowed hard as she thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from its rocky ledges.

The spotted pony broke into a lope over the crest of the hill and began the mile-long descent. Aleksandra’s thoughts filled with memories, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head.

Her heart stopped in its tracks and she flung herself to the left side of the Palouse’s neck in a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

‘Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’ she shouted, throwing the reins at him.

He needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors echoed through the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the southwest, screaming like a mad bunch of hornets.

Smart. Her lips curved in the hint of a wry grin.

The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra couldn’t see her attackers in the glimpses she stole,from beneath Scout’s neck, of the world whizzing past. With the ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled her nostrils when Scout crashed through a clump of brush. Briefly considering letting go of one of her death-grip holds onto the racing horse to pull a gun from her holster, something akin to suicide, she tightened her lip in a grimace and stayed put, trusting far more in the Palouse’s speed and handiness to save them. Knowing her weight hanging off to one side had to put him off his best, she tried to stay out of his way, keeping as still as possible, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks to the pony selectors for their choice of horses.

How I’d love to have my bow and arrows, but I only need to get us through to Doc Faust at Rush

The Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared, angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned her face forward to see where the noise was coming from.

Then she saw the arrow.

A little about Lizzi: 

Lizzi grew up wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, mostly on a horse, attended UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, and practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country for two years before emigrating to New Zealand. She is the proud mother of two boys in that sea of green. When she’s not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, driving a carriage or playing in her garden on her hobby farm, singing, cooking, being an equine veterinarian or high school science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

With this debut novel, she won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award for the unpublished full manuscript and was a finalist in the 2013 RWNZ Great Beginnings Competition.


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  1. Jacqueline Seewald

    Hi, Lizzi and Anna,

    Since I also love to read and write historical romance, I particularly enjoyed the blog. We do tend to romanticize the past and enjoy knowing more about the differences of then and now.

    1. Lizzi Tremayne

      Hi Jacqueline,
      Thanks for the comment! I’m so glad you enjoyed the blog! Yes, definitely romanticize the past. 🙂
      Will have to look up your books!
      Thanks again,
      Kind regards,

  2. Judy Baker

    Hi Lizzi, your story sounds like one that I will enjoy reading. I’d love to visit NZ one day.

    1. Lizzi Tremayne

      Hi Judy,
      Thanks for your comment!
      I hope you do! Let me know how you like it! My contact details are in the back! It’s available digitally as well in paper and hardback, stores can buy it from LightningSource (better price to them) or Ingram.
      All options are listed on my website http://lizzitremayne.com/store/
      When you get to NZ (which is the setting for books 3 and 4 of the series), look us up!
      Kind regards,

  3. E. Ayers

    Hi Lizzi and Anna,

    Lizzi and I have been chatting a bit and I think people would be surprised to discover that the west was a wee tamer then perceived in some ways and far more gruesome than we want to consider.

    The biggest problem I’ve encountered is the lack of written history and often what has been written was written after 1900. And depending on who wrote it – it’s often contradictory.

    But one thing that has never changed is that people have always been looking for a better way of life, yet they attempt to preserve what they know and have. This gives us an instant connection to these people who struggled, whether it was settlers, workers, or our American Indians.

    Lovely post!

  4. Sylvie Grayson

    Hi Lizzi,
    I love history too, it is full of fasinating information and events that you could never imagine for yourself. What a great way to ‘use’ that, as fodder for your writing.

    Best wishes,

    1. Lizzi Tremayne

      Thanks for your comments, Sylvie!
      Yes, I believe it is, and sometimes the events are stranger than you can believe possible! I love to use history as a framework to build my stories upon. It keeps me straight! I SOOOOooo love it when the dates work out perfectly with what I’ve thought should happen next in my characters’ lives!

      Thanks again,
      Kind regards,
      Hope you get to read it and enjoy the story!

  5. Lizzi Tremayne

    Thank you so much, Anna, for hosting me on this lovely blog!
    Kindest regards from NZ,

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