J. K. Rowling

I'm impressed.

I truly am. J. K. Rowling had created a world of magic, spells, monsters, and maintained the theme of the book till the end. You can tell I just finished reading Deathly Hallows, the 7^th installment of Harry Potter. The book is not aimed at my age (Oops), however, she really drew me in. I burned dinner twice the other night, so engrossed I was in the book to finish it. I laughed, I cheered, and at one very critical moment in the book, I cried. It wasn't the first time, she had done it to me when a very special character died in Order of the Phoenix (if you know your Potter.)

Love is the undertone of each book, and Joanna Rowling had kept it going, and explained it all at the end in the most convincing manner.

I'm not writing this as a reader admiring an author only, but as someone who had created worlds of her own (smaller, I admit.) I can understand the hard work that went into those seven books, the necessity of weaving all those magical webs together, and the sleepless nights, the too narrow corners she must have driven herself into and had to find her way back in a believable way. And she did it.

There are rumors on the net that J. K. Rowling might've been a one time genius, that she doesn't have it in her to create another masterpiece. I'm not going to agree or disagree with that statement—only J. K. Rowling knows the answer to that one. But I believe that even if it were true, a one time genius is better than never a genius.

Joanne Rowling, I take my hat off to you.

Blackout movie and my sister

Today is my sister's birthday, and as a treat I took her out to watch Blackout (We're both horror buffs, so it's not so weird.) What I haven't considered is her inherent fear of elevators, to be specific, what happens when or if an elevator stopped working while she's in it.

After a quick lunch at Chili's and a short shopping trip to the mall, we went home. I was smiling all the way from the cinema until we reached my house. You see, my apartment is on the 24^th floor. Just as we stepped out of the car, she turned to me, her face all grim and full of foreboding, "You do know that from now on, every time I visit, you'll have to come downstairs to accompany me into the elevator and all the way to your apartment?"

She was serious.

Muwahaha!!!

His to Possess

After watching the trailer for His to Possess, several people asked me where I got the book’s idea from.

The simple and honest to God answer is, I have no clue.

However, I have to say, writing H2P felt right and left me exuberated in a good way.

Stories are sometimes written to express a thought, or a believe, to entertain and, let’s face it, to sell. But with H2P, it was a matter of rightness for me. I only figured it will be short, but beside that, knew nothing else about it. The idea just washed all over me and left me with the desire to do nothing but to breath life into the characters, their emotions, and surrounding.

This might surprise people a bit, since this is a sweet romance and I’m known for my addiction to horror (just check out the other post about Zuphreen and you’ll know what I mean), however, as a rule, I do not say NO to a story. When I get the idea I write it in my folder for “Ideas” and file it aside. His to Possess refused to remain in that folder, it actually never reached it. I started by sitting to write the idea and in no time the story was finished.

I have to face the fact that I can’t claim that I write horror only. Untamed Temptation is a shapeshifter paranormal romance, His to Possess is a ghostly encounter paranormal romance, Zuphreen is pure horror through and through, and Intricate Entanglement is a twisted mix of horror and thriller.

Devine Destines took a chance on my baby (His to Possess) by making the wise decision :-) to publish it and introduce it to the whole world. For that I’m forever grateful.

Martine Jardin developed a marvelous cover that fits the story’s mood to the T. Let me tell you, that cover made making the trailer even easier.

Here is a short introduction to the story.

Stacy is a sweet young woman who is faced with one major crisis without any possible solution. She’s left with the only option of living her life quietly. Jeremy on the other hand didn’t have one—you’ll have to find out whether I’m talking about a life or a quiet one *_*

But when they meet, a spark flares to life in their hearts. Now they have to face the challenge of staying together.

Will they be able to accomplish the impossible? You might think you know the answer, but I’m sure I will be able to surprise you somewhere down the line in the story.

Delivery—sorry I mean, release date is scheduled for May 1^st, 2010, and I can’t wait for you to have a look at it.

That’s my baby.

Dealing with Stubbornness

Check out my blog over here where I blogged about stubbornness, myself, and the story of a ghost.

His to Possess available now from Devine Destinies

Your Wish

Inhale deeply.

Relax.

Exhale slowly.

Picture an opportunity to get your deepest, most desperate, wish come true.

Just imagine that wish taking form in real life.

Now, answer this question: What can go wrong with a wish stated with deliberate carefulness?

You might say nothing.

There are movies and books about wishes that went awry and terribly wrong. Many people—and you might be one of them—would think, “I know I could’ve stated it better.”

Well, think again, keeping in mind that the wish granter may be bent on twisting the meaning of every word you utter.

There are creatures that exist solely to bring sorrow and pain into our lives, if we still have one when they’re done with us. Some of those creatures are human.

Some are not.

Meet one of the not so human variety: Zuphreen. There is a reason why he is called the “Bestower of Damnation.”

You don’t believe me, do you?

Well, I’ll leave you with the book trailer to decide for yourself. If interested, the book will be released on June 1, 2010.

I won’t ask what your wish is. I’m keeping mine to myself.

What fruit should you smell like?

I thought of sharing a fun quiz I came across on one of the loops. Needless to say, I had to try it out.

Here is the link to the quiz:

http://blogthings.com/whatfruitshouldyousmelllikequiz/

And here is my result:

You Should Smell Like a Cherry

You are not as you seem. Most people think that you're sweeter and more innocent than you actually are.
In truth, you are a total wild child. You just keep it all on the down low for appearance's sake.
You are happiest when you're plotting and scheming a bit. You can't help it, you have a devious mind!
You are good at charming people and getting what you want. You are naturally popular, and people just always seem to love you.

You can see what attracted me to this quiz :-D

The Birth of Para

Horror was a lonely being by nature.

This aloneness amplified his need for carnage, and he fed it by biting, slashing, and tearing through anything that passed his way. He held no scruples about it, for he had understood the disposition of the wilderness and creatures around him. They all served to satisfy his impulse to inflict suffering.

One night, he chanced upon a weak-looking, yet mesmerizing, creature sleeping by the river. Her peaceful slumber under the moon confused him. Wasn’t she aware of the creatures of the night?

He spent the whole night observing how she breathed, and sometimes even smiled, during her sleep. At the rise of the sun, she laughed and twirled around with happiness. Her joyfulness flabbergasted him. More than anything, he wondered why he hadn’t attacked her yet. It could be because he couldn’t comprehend how a creature could be so carefree.

He decided to delay his attack until he developed an understanding of this very confusing being.

Days passed. Horror spent every moment watching her every move. He was consumed by her simplicity, and couldn’t fathom her disposition. She was the opposite of everything he stood for. He struck fear, while she evoked love, a concept so alien he shivered. Where he was active at night, she usually slumbered out in the open without a fear of the night and its creatures. Animals approached her while they fled from him.

Horror needed more information to understand her, because he believed he must do just that before doing away with her.

Time for a different approach, a direct one.

On that day, she was sitting by the river, playing with a rabbit while she twirled her feet in the water.

Horror took short stealthy steps toward her, determined to speak to her, but had to make sure she wouldn’t flee upon his approach. All creatures did that, she wouldn’t be any different.

She half turned toward him, her lips parted in a bright smile that reached her twinkling eyes, and she patted the ground next to her. Confused by her lack of fear, Horror plunked close by.

Had he lost his touch? Was he this observable?

“You’ve sensed me?” He frowned.

She laughed, her delicate, weak looking hands covering her full lips. “You’re silly, you know? You’ve been watching me for sometime.”

His frown deepened. “You knew?”

She nodded. How could eyes smile at him? He was used to eyes opening wide in his presence.

Watching the ripples her feet caused in the water, Horror was consumed by shame for losing his skill. “And you said nothing?”

She patted the rabbit’s head and shrugged. “I figured you’ll come to me when you’re ready.”

Her logic defied everything he stood for. She believed in chance, while he left nothing to it.

He eyed her. “What’s your name?”

She fed green leaves to the rabbit, now terrified and hiding behind her. “Roma, but I like Romance better. Has a certain powerful ring to it.”

Powerful? What was so powerful about Romance?

She was certainly a being worthy of investigation, if for nothing else, to satisfy this strange sensation of curiosity that surged through him. As days and then weeks passed by, he admitted that she was bewitching, and then even surrendered to the fact that she was charming. Until the day came and he acknowledged that he simply needed and wanted her for no explainable reason.

Despite all his wicked ways, Horror had allowed no harm to come to Romance, and she respected his dark streak, letting him go and do what he did best; terrorize other creatures. Same creatures came to her complaining, and she soothed and took care of them. In spite of all that, she never questioned his habits, giving him the space he needed.

But his night brawls were affected nonetheless, for Horror had a weakness now, and his enemies knew it. Little by little, his time became dedicated to guarding, protecting, and watching over her. There was something else growing as well; a certain desire to have her had ignited his veins with coursing lava.

One night, that desire took hold of him, and she welcomed him with open arms. Romance showed him on that night how deeply she felt for him. Over and over she displayed her willingness to be his mate, without changing neither herself nor him.

Nine months later, they had a baby girl, and they’d named her Paranormal Romance.

Para was a marvelous mix of both worlds. She was beautiful and appeared delicate, but when the going got tough, her talons would appear, and her fangs were deadly. All the creatures in the forest fell under her spell, for she had inherited her mother’s ethereal beauty, and her father’s viciousness, and being the crafty creature she was, she knew when to use which.

She had inherited all their strengths and none of their limitations.

Paranormal Romance reigned over the land, and there was no stopping her.

Cheers!