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Writing Book 3

At long last. Enjoying the start of my summer although my last day of classes is Monday. Book 3 is going well after the vast...mind fuck? that took place after The Immortal's Guide. I can't wait for you guys to read it.

In other news, I'm heading to Eternal Con: Long Island's #1 Comic Con this summer. Just as a guest. If you're stopping by, you are free to stop me and say hey. I'm always up for saying hi to fans of my blog/writing. :) Thinking about making some new business cards for the event and in general just to have around.

Also, I'm active on Twitter, so don't be scared to follow me there. @SheronParris

And my Tumblr/Website is always a good thing to take a look at. I post various writing things there, not as in depth as here, naturally, but it's there. Also, my Facebook.

Forgive me for the weird disjointed post, I'm dealing with a particularly nasty bout of anxiety, and I have to get ready for work soon.

In the mean time, I'll leave you all with an excerpt to Book 1, if you haven't read it already:


 

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Chapter One

The First Death

The full moon shone in a bright circle of silver spreading a dim light throughout the night. On the ground below, hushed footsteps hurried along the forest ground, crushing dried leaves and twigs beneath their weight. Both men, draped in dark cloaks, walked along without speaking a word, only the sound of broken twigs destroying the steady silence that passed between them when the taller man spotted it first: Wispy, gray smoke drifted lazily into the dark air from a stone chimney attached to a rather shabby cabin.

The slightly shorter man removed his hood upon seeing the cabin revealing a most anxious expression as his silken, jet-black hair reached his back and lay unbound against his cloak. “This is it?” he asked the older man whose hood still rested upon his head; a shadow of black hid his face from view.

This man stood silently, not moving an inch, and the other knew instantly that he must have been lost in deep thought. Not wanting to disturb him but growing all the more impatient as black clouds passed in the violet night sky, he shifted his footing and stared eagerly toward the tattered door for several minutes before he got the nerve to speak.

“Are we going to speak to her or not, brother? I don’t see the reason of coming all this way just to stare at a deceased cabin!”

He withdrew at once, thinking he had crossed the proverbial line drawn for all Vampires: One never spoke to Xavier Delacroix in such a manner; he quite expected a full retort, finished with a long speech about protecting the humans: It was a Vampire’s duty to do so what with the other Dark Creatures roaming about that did not spare a nice feeling for the human race. But instead the continued silence that now pierced his sharp ears was all that was heard.

And at last the cloaked figure stirred: a snarl escaped into the night air like a sharp breeze, blowing leaves and twigs up from the ground in an unseen gust of wind. “Christian,” he said smoothly, a hand rising to his hood to remove it from its place atop his head all in the same graceful step. The long black hair trailed behind his head, much longer than his brother’s, and as he stared upon him, his green eyes flashed with the beauty of pronounced death, and he placed a firm, cold hand on the younger man’s face. “There are matters…that must be taken into account before one can go barging into a rundown cabin.”

Christian raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” he said dryly. “Checking the wind for specks of Lycan stench?”

He removed his hand at once, surprise filling his eyes, for did the Vampire smell the scent of Lycan just as he did? “Something of the sort…” he said quietly, “listen, have you fed for the night, brother?”

His black eyes appeared to shine with sudden intrigue. “I haven’t,” he admitted, staring upon him suspiciously then, “why do you ask?”

The thick scent of Lycan, indeed, filled his nostrils as he stared at his brother through the gloom, and he wondered how on Earth the Vampire could not smell it. “No matter,” he said quickly, “I just think it foolish for you to venture here when you have not fed. It would be most…bothersome for you, I imagine, if you…ran into…misfortune or some other matter and you were most…ill-equipped to deal with it….”

“Xavier,” he said sternly now, and the stare was full of incredulity, “if you think me to wander off for my fix of blood and miss whatever Dracula has sent us here for—”

“I shall inform you of whatever you believe you may have missed,” he said quickly, seriously, as the Vampire surveyed him steadily. “It is my duty.”

His black eyes seemed to lessen in their shine although they remained quite hidden from light here, shrouded in the dark protection of trees whose trunks twisted darkly and whose branches hung low, brandishing black leaves. And Xavier hoped the Vampire would take the hint and leave, for something was very strange here and he would not see his only brother harmed because of it….


 

If that sparks your fancy, you can pick it up somewhere around January, courtesy of my publisher, Permuted Press.

Stay awesome

and

Keep your bite,

S.C. Parris

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Interview With Before Sunrise Press for my vampiric-period piece "A Night of Frivolity"!

beforesunrisepressinterview Check out my interview with Before Sunrise Press below or click the picture to go directly to their website!

Recently our staff interviewer, Billie Watts, sat down with S.C. Parris to discuss her upcoming Before Sunrise Press release, “A Night of Frivolity” - available on Kindle and in other eBook formats, April 18.

Before Sunrise Press: To start things off, how about you introduce yourself to readers who many not be familiar?

S.C. Parris: “I’m Sheron Sylvestre (pen name S.C. Parris), I live on Long Island with my family and my Siberian Husky. I’ve written stories and poems for as long as I can remember, had half-starts with stories when I was younger, and had a poem published in a book of students’ poetry in middle school. I’ve explored many avenues of art, such as drawing and the like, but the things that have stayed with me have been writing (books, poems, screenplays), and acting. I guess I’m just drawn to the written word - or at least story-telling.”

BSP: Who would you cite as your primary influences?

Parris: “Edgar Allan Poe jump-started my love of writing. His macabre, grim, yet beautiful way of penning a horror story/poem reached my adolescent heart in ways I didn’t even realize would influence me so directly. J.K. Rowling is, of course, another inspiration of mine as I’ve read her books since my mother pushed the first Harry Potter in my hands and told me it was okay to read. I believe it’s Misses Rowling that’s really inspired me to set aside the short stories and poems and delve into full-length stories. I also pick up bits and pieces from all authors’ works I read, far too many to name, of course.”

BSP: Why don’t you tell us, without spoiling anything, what your short story is about?

Parris: “A woman with a head for rebellion meets her match in a strange man on a night out in town.”

BSP: You actively chose to set the story in the 1700s. What was it about that era that you found so appealing?

Parris: “Ah, I’ve always been drawn to the cobble-stoned streets, gas-lit lamps, and horse drawn carriages that marked that period. There was always something magical about it and I guess I find it somehow easier to draw upon the world and characters that live (and thrive) in that time. I have been called an “old soul” by many.”

BSP: Recently the whole ‘vampire’ genre has undergone a complete makeover as a result of the Twilight series, and I think a lot would argue for the worse. Where do you stand on Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series?

Parris: “I read New Moon first without knowing it was part of a series and there were many times that I literally threw the book across the room - I’m obviously not a fan of what Mrs. Meyer has “done” to the vampire genre. […] I believe that she hasn’t really done anything to the vampire genre - only put her own bizarre twist on these creatures and called them ‘vampire’. Regardless, there is something enigmatic about vampires, about the burdens they face, their lust for something they cannot possess freely - it’s all fascinating to me and it always has been. (My mother confessed to watching tons of vampire movies while I was still in the womb.)”

BSP: Where do you think your interest stemmed from?

Parris: “I believe my first (memorable) encounter with vampires was in the movie Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) - I was equal parts horrified and enamored with the creature that wrapped so many around his long finger. The lore has stayed with me ever since.”

BSP: In your opinion, what do you consider the greatest vampire story ever told?

Parris: “As I’m not yet finished reading the original novel of Dracula by the one and only Bram Stoker, I can’t count it as one of the greatest ever told, though it sure is shaping up that way. Of all the vampire novels I’ve read and movies I’ve seen, I’m hard pressed to name one that’s stood out to me as the greatest ever told. If movies are allowed in this, I would say the movie adaptation of Interview with the Vampire has stuck with me as a great vampire story, though I haven’t read the original novel so I’m not certain how much weight that holds.”

BSP: Do you have any other writing projects coming up? What other genres do you like to explore?

Parris: “I have many. I’ve self-published two vampire/fantasy novels (The Dark World & The Immortal’s Guide) in the past two years and I’ve three more in that series due out soon. Besides those, I’ve many other projects lined up to be completed either this year or within the next two. One of those being a paranormal romance set in modern times currently entitled ‘Judgment’ and another that will be the start of a new series, a purely fantasy/adventure novel set around an assassin/mercenary and his band of hired men as they go around their deceptive world, doing the most untouchable work for the highest pay.”

We’d like to thank S.C. personally for taking the time to let us interview her. Be sure to check out her vampiric period piece, “A Night of Frivolity”, set to be released April 18, 2013 by Before Sunrise Press. __________________________________________________________________ Follow S.C. on Twitter Follow S.C. on Tumblr ‘Like’ S.C. Parris on Facebook Read S.C.’s Blog on WordPress S.C. on Goodreads

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And that's that! Hope you enjoyed it and will pick up A Night of Frivolity April 18th!

Keep your bite!

S.C. Parris

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Poem: Strip Down

I want to strip myself down. Nothing but the bare remains of my flesh,

My muscle,

My bone,

Will exist.

I’m not in my skin anyway.

Keep your bite,

-S.C. Parris

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Poem: Your Eyes

I trace the lines of your needWith the haunt of my departure. I try and see the way your eyes reject my light, My hope. Dispel it, Vanquish, All hope. There is more to this than despair, More to this than angry looks. My scent calls for your removal— A hounding thrill of a pleasure seldom devoured. But when it rings true. Oh. When it rings true, There is nothing more sick in this world, Than the way your eyes reflect my love.... And I can no longer see it.

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