Day 5, Savor All The Flavors of Romance: Dark Fantasy and Horror Elements
I am not a fan of horror, but I do dabble in the "dark arts." The Journey has a bite to it. Andrew and I met over a horror novel. To this day, he knows to warn me away from certain chapters. Even in the Doe and The Dragon, which is a delightful romance, there were chapters I skipped.
A lot of paranormal fiction is edgy and has horror elements. And I know Alice has been brainstorming a novel that contains some very dark content. Some folks consider certain types of erotica dark--BDSM in particular--and I even strayed into that territory with The Journey.
What is it that readers like--or don't like about horror and dark fantasy elements in romance fiction? Do we avoid it because romance is supposed to be escapist? Or do we read it because it embraces the dark side we all have?
Remember, there are daily prizes and Days 1, 3, and 4 are open for the winning by just leaving a comment or question.:1eye:
Stay tuned for excerpts tomorrow.
A "Darker" Excerpt from The Journey
:po:The Journey is dark and includes scenes of menage and BDSM, which declared themselves necessary to maintain the tone. There is magick and voodoo, consistent with the Afro-Caribbean themes. Here is a teaser:
The full moon still hung in the sky, but the stars were now extinguished as dawn approached. There would be a sabbat this month after all, and there was little time to spare.
She raked burrows in the sand with her bare hands, collected the carved totems and buried them face down. She found a basket of sulfur and flint powder in Mamou's hut and sprinkled some on the structures. There could be no sign of any settlement.
Milena placed candles at five points to cast a circle and lit them by rubbing together flint stones dipped in the powder. She meditated into the flames, prayed and drew power from the goddesses.
She touched the candles to dried vegetation at the base of the huts. Flames exploded high into the sky, fueled by the accelerant. Milena stripped off her dress and stood naked in the center of her circle, clutching her pentacle in one hand and the basket of Mamou's powder in the other.
Soot fell from the sky like rain. Snakes and lizards writhed through the brush, fleeing the heat. The strength and fury of the goddess Yemaya burned within her. By the time the white men arrived the huts would be blackened heaps.
Milena was ready for them.
If you'd like to see more, a PDF of The Journey is one of the prizes (still open on the other threads).