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About the author:
I like dark fantasy concepts. I believe that the mysteries of the dark and supernatural can be as seductive as a beautiful woman or handsome charming man. I like to write about the seductive aspect of the supernatural, and how it reflects on our carnal natures.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started the idea as a short, but decided to expand upon it and make it a series. I enjoyed the idea of, what if our dreams turned out to be more than that, and how would we react when we were shown the truth.
Here is a short sample from the book:
While a small group of crows feast on the remains of a rotten coyote, a young woman walks past. She doesn’t bother to even glance at the filth. The young woman is too distracted. She slowly scanned the area, knowing full well she has been here before. It was a trail in a damp wooded area. At the start of the familiar trail, is a clear cut path. The destination is unseen, through all the twists and turns. The trees on ether side loomed over the trail as if the trees were attempting to stop the sun from peeking in. The branches were mostly without leaves. The leaves that were left were of an auburn color, giving hint to the time of year that it must have been. The dreary sky, full of dark storm clouds, that tried, yet failed to hide an approaching sun-set. Though the destination is unclear, she knew exactly where she was going. I have been here before. She thinks to herself. So she heads forward, ignoring the crows, the cold damp air, and the sun-set. With every step she took, she noticed the feeling of anticipation, and a burning in her stomach. This place was so cold, wet, and decadent. However, she couldn’t help but feel her heart yearning for something, just further up the trail. As if she were in a trance. She began to feel that she was getting closer to whatever mysterious desire had plagued her. Just like every other time before. After passing through the dreary wooded trail, the birth of night engulfed the area. She finally arrives at the gate that she has confronted so many times before.
It was an old iron gate, guarding a very old, enchanting mansion. Above the gate was a sign with the name of the manor. However for whatever reason she could never read it clearly. Not because it was damaged or worn, it was just as if the name of the manor was hidden from her. She had tried to make out the lettering of the well crafted iron sign, but for whatever reason she found herself blind to it. From outside the gate she could see everything on the other side. She notices the huge garden, that surrounded the outside of the enormous estate. The garden would have looked beautiful in it’s prime. However now there was nothing but decay. A circular driveway that was dirt paved had been cracked and all dried up. At the center of the driveway was a fountain, with a statue of beautiful life size angel holding out her hands as if to give something. It was probably where the water used to come from, but just like everything else the fountain was full of cracks and damages, and did not provide water. Beyond the fountain were stairs leading up to the beautifully carved wooden doorway that made the entrance of the house. The young woman’s hands started to sweat, and the burning in her stomach became more intense. She wanted to get passed this iron gate with more passion than she had ever had in her entire life.
As her desire to get beyond the gate grew more and more intense, A madness and deep sorrow began to fill her heart. Until, the sound of a door opening broke her out of the crazed trance. She looked up to see the origin of the noise. As her eyes locked onto the balcony that hung above the front entrance to the manor. It held a small rose bush, the only plant in this horrid place that held any life. The rose bush was beautiful, red, and full of life. A table and a bench sat across from the lively rose bush. Just beyond the table was a two door entry way, where the sound must have came from. The young woman eagerly waits to see who had opened the door. Until, the image of a man, slowly emerges from the the inside of the dreary, depressing mansion. The man was tall, had short nicely cropped hair, a beautiful complexion, and was completely bare. The mysterious man slowly walked from the inner-side of the balcony, until he reached the stone railing. He laid his hands onto the finely carved railing, exposing the muscularity of his arms and chest. The man began to stare at the young woman, waiting for him just outside the iron gate. The young woman in turns begins to stare right back. Her gaze scanning from his feet, all the way up his legs, waist, stomach, chest, until it fully meet his. The mysterious man was gorgeous, built like an athlete, and had the most compassionate green eyes. He was any woman’s dream. Yet for her it was more. She didn’t know what it was, but her feelings for this strange man were strong. She had no idea who he was, but somehow knew she couldn’t live without him. The burning in her stomach erupted into a smoldering fire, as she gazed into the eyes of this man, that looked as though he was carved out of stone. His eyes, exposing pain and longing, as bare and true as his body.
The young woman felt it too, though never knowing this man, she shared his pain, sorrow, and longing. Until, the fire that consumed their gazes, erupted into a physical fire. The mansion started erupting into fire, one area after another. The fire quickly began to consume the entire manor. The young woman tries to yell for the man to escape, but the man ignores her cries and continues to stare upon her. She begins to ravage the gate, putting all her might into opening it. The gate, however, did not give. The woman, now with tears running down her face, looks up to the balcony one last time, before the fire consumed everything. She saw the man, still there, still staring at her, even as the fire began to spread onto the balcony. The man simply offers a smile, a very warm and comforting smile, full of love and compassion, with just a hint of sorrow. As the man takes his hands off the balconies ledge, and turns to go back inside. He walks with no pain as if the fire wasn’t even there, until it consumes him. The young woman lets out one last cry as she witness the man’s shadow merge with the flames, and become lost to her vision.
The woman then wakes, in a pool of sweat, to the sound of her alarm clock.