It sits in the squirmiest parts of your mind and body until (I imagine) you can't take it anymore and have to stop reading. I assume. This didn't happen to me. I, with some sort of immensely morbid fascination, couldn't stop reading the damned thing.Read More
Having just finished this book, my emotions are on high. Who doesn't love a good romance novel? Who doesn't love a good vampire novel? Who doesn't love both?
You'll get that in Tentyrian Legacy.
It's simply a badass story.
Spanning the centuries, the Tentyrians (vampires), having seen all the world's wars and great moments are on a quest to stop their former Brothers at arms, now dubbed the Dark Coven.
When Arianna is thrown into this world after graduating from Harvard, her troubling gifts (a mind that hears many voices and later the ability to read people's minds) lead her to meet the alluring and Greek-like-god-figure Maximos.
He's a Tentyrian and is determined to get her to realize she is one too before the Dark Coven can get their hands on her.
It's a tale stapled throughout history, filled with blood, power, and romance, that is sure to excite fans of vampire lore, historical buffs, and romance novel enthusiasts alike.
As a fellow lover of vampires, and vampire lore, my thirst was greatly sated. Looking forward to more adventures from Maximos and Arianna and their Tentyrian Brotherhood. Definitely look forward to more from Mrs. Elise Walters. For a debut novel, this has immense bite.
Get this amazing book like right the fuck now or else.
I don't know but
Keep your bite!
Was a lot of fun, hence my uber long string of a lack of posts, but I'm back home now and ready to attend to this blog as I must. I got an autographed picture from one of my favorite wrestlers (yes, I am still a huge wrestling fan), Mick Folkey/Cactus Jack/Dude Love/Mankind.
It made my year, easily.
I picked up a few comics as well.
They are The Flash and The History of the DC Universe, respectively. I haven't really read either yet. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for, really.
I've gotten a huge push in the writing direction of my life, and that's where I've been spending all my time, or at least, trying to (I've been easily distracted lately, it happens). A huge push in the sense that I know where the story's headed and where I want to take it. I'm trusting in my characters to lead me to their subplots as they have done for the past two books so that I can move forward with the main plot more or less.
Off I go to write.
I hope your days were as fun-filled and inspiring as mine.
Also, I'm starting to get serious about Pinterest. I already have a board up dealing with The Dark World: Book 1 and as the weeks go by before the book is published, I will put up more boards dealing with all the groups of characters - Enchanters, Lycans, Vampires, Dragons, Mermaids...etc. leaving a little comment here and there under the pictures so everyone can get a greater glimpse into the Dark World and how these characters operate (even when I don't show it in the books). After all, there's only so much one can show in a book. ;)
Keep your bite,
So as you all know, I've been reading Jason Bovberg's masterpiece of a novel, Blood Red, and I finished it late last night.
Now that I'm up, I wrote a review about it.
Okay, Rachel is in her late teens, and when she wakes up one day, her world is red.
From the beginning, Jason Bovberg's story is dripping with this mortifying, dark atmosphere: Rachel's home town (and the rest of the world) is no longer what it was. A red sky hangs over everything, and to her growing horror, those she spoke to just a day before, whether it were lovingly or not, are all dead.
A red light pulses from beneath their skin, in their heads, and it is this red light's...journey that had me holding my breath throughout the whole novel.
This red light is causing weird changes in these corpses, the breath-holding anticipation for when things hit the fan at last is heavy on every page.
And the pay off is smart, gripping, and does not disappoint.
But at its heart, this is a story about a daughter and her father. The coming of age tale of a young woman coming to grips with a changing world without her father will strike a chord with any young adult, yet the book is written in such a brilliant way that any 'adult' can read it and be engrossed.
A great dash of horror, of anticipation, of familial love, and of the imminent hopelessness when one can't see how to get out of a completely foreign situation makes this book 5 star worthy for me.
I greatly look forward to Jason's next book in the Blood Red series, Draw Blood.
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
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:
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.
Keep your bite,
I know it's been a long time since I've updated, but it's been on my mind, believe me, so here I am. a Lot has happened recently, I've been to Comic Con, and due to my last blog post about my book and my Creative Writing Professor's friend, the publisher, I'm here to expand on my update about that. So I finally have the book in my hands, but a chapter is all off, and me being the perfectionist I am, in my rush to get the book in my hands and into the publisher's hands, I overlooked that mistake. So I put a note in the book explaining the mistake and where the chapter is supposed to start, and that, despite that, the entire book is as it should be, and if my professor needs me to order another copy, I shall.
But I feel like he won't and he'll take it as is.
I feel like this won't deter a positive outlook on my work from his publisher friend, for whatever reason.
I'm happily optimistic about all of this, like everything will finally work out.
I'll keep you all updated.
In the meantime, Disorderly for Kindle is free right now as of my writing this.
Keep your bite (and your fingers crossed!)