Fire & Water begins with Keagan, a fire elemental, betrothed to the princess of Fire Nation in unhappy, loveless engagement of convenience. Meanwhile, he’s involved in an illicit affair with Aedre, the beautiful and conning princesses of the Water Kingdom. Both lovers risk the death penalty if their love is discovered.
Court intrigue and espionage ensues as Fire Nation and Water Kingdom rush towards genocidal warfare. It’s up to Keagan and Aedre to bring peace to their people while remaining true to themselves and their love for each other. But is peace between fire and water even possible?
“Fire & Water” is now available on Kindle . Go ahead and click the link, a little steamy romance isn’t dangerous — unless you happen to be Keagan or Aedre.
My new short book Fire and Water is now officially available Smashwords in all formats.
In this tale of forbidden love and desire between Keagan, a fire elemental and Aedre, a water elemental; can they lovers remain true to each other and themselves and prevent mutual genocide of their races?
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote? With me it was a cute little story called The Mouse House when I was in third or forth grade, written on a manual, non-electric typewriter my mom got me at a pawn shop.
I still remember a little of the story:
There was a house
In the house lived a mouse.
It was a mouse house!
I don’t remember the rest of the story word for word, premise was that the mouse owned the house. It wasn’t a house owned by humans and the mouse just lived between the walls. The basic plot was the this bad exterminator guy was trying to take over the house and mouse confronted him on the issue. The exterminator wasn’t moved by mouse’s arguments and attempted to catch the mouse. The rest of the story involved the mouse outwitting the exterminator, who eventually gave up.
Ah, memories. The story was simple, of course, but the reason for writing it was the same as with my new stories. There was something in my head and heart that had to come out, had to be shared.
I don’t remember the first story I ever read, but I was a big fan of Green Eggs and Ham at the time.
What would a modern girl do in Ophelia’s circumstances? That’s the idea behind my new story, told through the perspective of Ophelia. The rough draft is finally completed. Yes, it very rough and needs a shit-ton of work in fleshing out the characters and the settings; in addition, it needs to be made even more character driven. The plot is pretty much set in stone after I went through about a dozen of them. The plot adheres closely to the Bard’s work, but with the premise that Horatio got many crucial details wrong.
The characters in this story are completely my own even this early stage, bearing no more than a passing resemblance to those of Shakespeare’s. After all, when you read Hamlet in a high school and/or college , would Ophelia have attempted to drug Claudius? That’s just one small example of how the characters differ. Ophelia is no longer basically a helpless and naïve little girl, but I avoided making her a Charlie’s Angels-type total badass. No cliché’ characters allowed.
In the process of writing this story, I read Hamlet, along with many modern essays and critiques of the play. I did read about one novel written in the 1970’s that retells Hamlet from Ophelia’s perspective. In that work, Ophelia and Hamlet manage to not only survive, but get married and live happily ever after. After briefly considering do something similar, I rejected that idea as being far too neat and tidy. After all, Hamlet is supposed to be dark tragedy.
That’s about all I can say about it right now, without giving too much away.
Oh, I’m trying an experiment. I downloaded a plug-in for Windows Live Writer that also posts to Twitter. Let’s see if it works….
A peculiar phenomenon has been occurring in the late 20th and early 21st century. Vampires have become the worst milquetoasts in literature and film. It’s always “Wahhh…I’m vampire” and there’s some girl “Make me one too!” and he goes of and cries about that too. Fuck that! Vampires are badass killers, the predators of man. Even “good vampires are extraordinarily dangerous, as in this example from my novel Christian Blood , prone losing control of the blood lust.
And if you value you life, never, ever piss off a even a “good” vampire:
“I make more money doing this than anything else.” He traced his hand along Isabelle’s thigh, and wandered to the inner part. “Isn’t she beautiful? A woman is never more beautiful then when she sleeps, or when she’s dead.”
Christian was appalled. Fredrick seemed totally transfixed by the dead woman. The cleaner’s hand lingered entirely too long on the woman’s thigh. Christian’s skin crawled. Was this sick weirdo really planning to molest this corpse? He looked toward Heinrich to gauge the older vampire’s reaction. It seemed to be one of restrained disgust, with only a frown giving away his emotions.
The fact that even Heinrich, who killed the woman, even seemed disgusted by Frederick emboldened Christian. “What the fuck are you planning to do with her, you pervert? How dare you rape the dead?”
“It ain’t like she’ll care none…”
Christian grabbed Fredrick by the collar and lifted him off the ground. His voice was a low growl. “I forbid you to do this. Or I’ll kill you.” Christian had never threatened anyone’s life before, but he figured this would a good time to start-especially, if he was condemned to a life of death and killing anyway. If anyone deserved death, it was this violator of the dead.
“Then what? Two dead cleaners in one day? Nobody will work for you again! You’ll fuck yourself over big time, son!”
Christian didn’t care. His disgust of this man was like nothing he had ever felt. Then again, why should he care? He didn’t protest when Heinrich killed her; so why be so offended if the cleaner takes pleasure in her. Was he actually defending the dead or just enforcing an old human taboo? He told himself that she agreed to her death as part of the bargain between her and Heinrich. Her death was consensual. Being raped post-mortum by this degenerate was not…..
Find out what happened today, on Christian Blood: Kindle Edition
Just in time for “Cyber Monday ” the vampire novel Christian Blood is now available online in quality paperback form.
In this tale of love, betrayal, redemption, and blood, Christian Nadasdy survives a savage bashing only to find himself in the care of an elder vampire.
As he navigates the exotic world of vampires, freaks, and witchcraft, he finds himself confronted with more questions than answers:
Can he come to terms with who and what he is? Was the bashing one of the many machinations of his caregiver and what does that strange nobleman want with him? Does the beautiful witch Scarlett Raven have designs on his heart, or does she hold some dark ulterior motive of her own?
Read about Christian’s adventures today!
Christian Blood is also available on Smashwords with free sample chapters for your reading pleasure and also available on Kindle Edition and coming soon to Amazon.com.
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In this story, vampires are not pretty. They are not sexy. They are loathsome, diseased Nosferatu-type things that savage into your neck. They don’t kiss. They tear through your flesh in hunger that originates at the cellular level.
The idea for the story came from my research into HeLa cells mentioned in my last post. Immortal cultures, immortal beings; however deformed and loathsome as they might be. The hard part was having the science to be satisfactorily plausible. The ending , of course, is always a challenge; you can just walk in and stab the vampire with a wooden stake anymore and call it a day anymore, can you?
Right now the word count is about 5200 words, which a bit longer than I like my short stories to be, but I’m sure that will fluctuate by few hundred words in the course of the editing process.