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December 10th, 2010, 05:19 PM
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http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2BkXd9eL3L._SL500_AA266_PIkin3,BottomRight,-16,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B001RCTE6Q/ref=dp_image_z_0?ie=UTF8&n=133140011&s=digital-text)Speaking for myself, I can tell you when an author writes, they pour their heart and soul onto the pages of their novel.
Writing is an obsession, one that consumes an author every waking moment of their day. We go to sleep and wake thinking of our characters and the next event scheduled to happen in those precious pages. Scenes revolve around in our scattered minds, pleading and begging for shape, demanding we breathe life into a fantasy realm. We are the Inkhearts that exist in the writing realm, forming the phrases that become a story, hoping the reader will envision the world through our eyes.
Our characters are important to us. They are our children, molded into life through our words and descriptions. A writer sees this character in the shadowed empire of their mind’s eye, and wants the reader to understand the thought processes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thought), the pain, and the person filling the pages of the novel.
One such character I developed was Lucien (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_The_Sandman_characters) D’Angel (http://anyclip.com/angel), from my paranormal romance, Angel’s Fire, Demon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon)‘s Blood.
Lucien obsessed me, demanding a life. Perhaps he existed in some subconscious part of my mind, always pleading for life. I don’t know what it was that drew me to create my tormented Lucien; I only knew that his story had to be told.
My Lucien is a reclusive soul, who seeks to end his immortal life.
No, he’s not a vampire, as one might suspect. This is where I wove the fairytale into the story of the cursed, the son destined to pay for his father’s crimes against humanity.
Lucien is cursed, his life filled with visions of the dead, and the shadows that exist on the fringe of our existence. My first chapter explains how he walks in the rain, humans avoiding contact with him, the spirits of the dead appealing to him for salvation.
The life of a gatherer of souls, cursed for nearly four centuries, can be filled with such pain.
What inspired me to write Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood?
Honestly, you’ll laugh when I tell you.
I’m a mega fan of the television shows that involve ‘ghost hunting’. Wednesday and Friday nights, you’ll find me glued to the latest paranormal investigation (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_hunting) show! One night, the inspiration for Lucien hit me, when my mind skittered off and wondered what it would be like if a paranormal investigator could truly see the dead, without the benefit of the equipment.
Could you imagine what life would be like, to be cursed in such a way?
Lucien’s tale is loosely wrapped around my take on those shows, where he runs and operates his own highly popular paranormal investigation team (Those Among Us) that looks into the world that exists beyond human belief (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belief). His curse (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse) has become a talent, one where he can connect with the spirits that roam, unseen, in the world of the living.
Despite the fame, his cursed soul will never be at ease until the fire of an angel redeems him.
This is where my hero meets his unlikely heroine. Evangeline Keegan. For years, she’s believed the voices in her head were a form of insanity that she thought best to ignore. What she doesn’t realize is the voice that whispers in her ear belongs to her deceased brother.
However, as every fairytale goes, there’s always a villain. I’ll give you a hint through the curse that is mentioned in the prologue of Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood:
To you, this night, I see
Two heirs born to your daemon soul and our good Anjelie.
His heart full of just and might,
One soul shall be of good and light.
The other shall exist for solely turmoil and strife,
An echo of your past and deeds this very night.
Neither good nor evil shall be granted reprieve,
For their souls shall be cursed to walk the earth eternally,
Forced to endure the visions that have plagued me.
Your deeds of evil have damned their souls,
I vow neither heir will ever be at ease!
If you’ve a chance, walk with Lucien into a world where those among us remained unseen to the human eye, evil stalks the streets, and the whispers of spirits beg for redemption.
Pick up your copy of Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood at Coffee Time Romance and other fine retailers!

Rating: 4 Cups
…a fascinating tale. The impressive writing, and the fresh voice of Tamela Quijas, sends this reader on a stroll into centuries of a man who holds deep compassion but is unable to release his true feelings. Lucien tore at my heartstrings. I could feel his sorrow and wanted to reach out to him, pulling him into safety. He and Eva have a strong bond, practically sharing it with the reader in this stirring paranormal read. Great characterization, and a blend of strong elements, makes this story a wonderful journey into time.
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

”Do you truly believe in what you investigate, Mr. Angeles?” She persisted, even as a slight dizziness caused a wave of nausea to strike her. In the far distance of her hearing, she heard his softly issued response over the muttered and undecipherable complaints of her sound technicians.
“Do you, Miss Keyes?”
“I don’t believe in phantoms.” The words had been an effort for her to pronounce, the letters thick within her throat.
“Not even in the slightest sense?”
“No.” The camera had panned in her direction, revealing her discomfort. She kept her features calm, even as a wave of embarrassment washed over her and heated her chilled flesh.
Luke’s expression was placid, the slightest of smiles touching the thin line of his lips.
“I dare you, Miss Keyes, to join my team for an investigation.”
“You dare me?” She was astounded, even as his words sent another chill of cold over her flushed skin.
“Oh, yes, I dare you.” He reaffirmed sedately, his words silkily smooth. “I dare you to join me.”
The camera had not moved from her face. Eva (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_characters_in_the_Metal_Gear_series)‘s stunned expression was visible to every single person who had happened to tune into tonight’s broadcast.
“I don’t believe in the existence of the spiritual world.” She whispered, the brightness of her gaze dropping as her producer signaled the beginning of a commercial break.
“You don’t even believe in that voice?” He persisted, the sound of his words a simple whisper in the air that was nearly undetectable, even to the highly sensitive lav mike.
…having trouble, Noah. Mike seems to be on the fritz…
“What voice?”
…Eva, there’s a problem with your mike. We keep getting some sort of feedback….
“The one that is whispering in your ear.”
…Ignore it, there’s only the wrap up of the show left….
It was impossible he could have been knowledgeable of the strange and incessant buzzing that had become a throaty whispering in her inner ear. Eva shuddered, an increasing frisson of cold washing over her as she faintly heard the voices shouting across the set. She was unaware her reaction had been captured by the television camera with a chilling clarity.
“Believe in me, Evangeline.” Luke Angeles whispered throatily. She felt a quiver assail her and she raised bright eyes to him. She blinked in bewilderment at the name that had fallen easily from his lips.
How could he have known? There wasn’t anyone in society, besides a select few close associates and her immediate family, that knew of her true identity.
“How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot about you, Evangeline Keegan. I know more than you would ever be capable of understanding in this lifetime or the next.” Luke Angeles lips curved into a semblance of a cryptic smile. Her eyes flew from his face to the set hand flashing raised fingers at her, signaling the end of the commercial break.
“I don’t know how you found….” She began to sputter in outrage.
“Listen to the voice, Evangeline.” He coaxed, blatantly ignoring her, the delivery of his words nearly hypnotic. Her eyes widened and she realized that his lips had never moved. “Take heed, Evangeline. He, alone, will tell you my true identity.”
She focused blindly on the man seated before her, a shiver of cold washing over her again. The hum that had resounded repetitively in her ears had vanished during the course of the interview. The noise had been replaced with the unmistakable sound of an ever persistent and throaty series of whispers. The whisper fine softness of the voices gradually became clearer.
Eva closed her eyes wearily, her mind aching, striving to breathe deeply as she focused on the whisper soft enunciations. There was a single word that formed, one that spiraled within the confusion of her dazed mind and leapt to the tip of her tongue.
“Do you believe in the presence of disembodied spirits?” Luke Angeles was persistent in his questioning. She was close enough to realize that, although it appeared he was looking at her, his attention was riveted to a point just beyond her. The word that had settled upon the tip of her tongue tingled, longing to be released, the faintest sound of laughter invading the multitude of whispering tones filling her mind.
Dimly, Eva realized a change had overtaken the man she was interviewing. The alteration had not been detected by the camera, for he had deliberately kept his face in profile. The cold grayness of his eyes had slowly vanished and, instead, the color had become the most unsettling shade of sable that had hungrily consumed the clarity of the orbs.
“If you believe, Evangeline, he’ll provide you my name.”