Showing posts with label vampire romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vampire romance. Show all posts

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Saturday Situation #1: The Rainbow as the End of the Bridg, Chapter 1 (fan fiction)




Here's a wonderful meme hosted by Lori at Pure Imagination,
and Candace at Candace's Book Blog!

There are two Mr. Linky's,
one for Giveaways that you want to promote,
and the other for Posts that you want to promote.

The posts can be reviews, discussions, rants,
events you are planning,
anything that you want people to read!
There are so many great posts out there that often go unread.
Here's your chance to tell the world!
Feel free to link up to other bloggers' posts as well!
As Lori says, "Let's spread the love!"


To read my fan fiction story,
"The Rainbow at the End of the Bridge",
Chapter 1,
just go HERE.



Hope you all enjoy!



Thursday, June 16, 2011

Favorite Author: Stephenie Meyer



Stephenie Meyer
( Born December 24, 1973)


Some time back in 2006, I was doing my customary browsing on Amazon, in search of something new to read.  This is a compulsive ritual I engage in every single day.  Most of the time, I buy a book.  Other times, I merely torture myself with all the books I'd like to add to my collection, and know I won't be able to.  On that fateful day, I first came across Twilight.

As I've done on so many other occasions, I opened the site's reader, and sampled an excerpt.  As I read, my interest fascination increased to the point that I knew I needed to own this novel!  So I hurriedly closed the reader, and ordered the book .  I had never heard of Stephenie Meyer at the time, but I knew I had found something incredibly good!!

When I received it in the mail, I began at once to read it, falling headlong into Meyer's fascinating, utterly compelling world.  I felt that I was part of that world, somehow.  I lived the novel.  So, of course, I devoured the book in a very short time.  Then I ordered the next one, New Moon, only to have the same experience. 

Five years later, I have read Twilight three times, and the entire Saga twice.  I will never grow tired of the timeless romance of Edward and Bella, nor will I ever grow tired of a certain werewolf named Jacob Black, whom I love almost as fiercely as the vampire Edward Cullen.

The four books in the series are Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn.  They tell the enthralling story of the love between a vampire boy and a human girl, who is also loved by a shapeshifter/werewolf. 

We are introduced to all three of them in the first book, in which Bella also has a chilling, nearly fatal encounter with a ruthless vampire who doesn't share the Cullen family's firm ethical code of not harming humans. 

In the second book, Edward leaves Bella, and she seeks solace in her deepening friendship with Jacob, the werewolf, who ends up falling hopelessly in love with her.  Later in the novel, she must rescue her despairing beloved from the clutches of the Volturi, a coven of ruthless vampires who have no qualms about killing humans for their blood. 

In the third book, the two groups -- the Cullen family and the werewolf members of the Quileute tribe -- have to form an uneasy alliance in order to deal with the Volturi, and a renewed threat to Bella's life. 

The fourth book portrays the wedding of Bella and Edward, as well as the birth of their very gifted, very unusual daughter.  Things come to a head with the Volturi as well, and the series reaches a satisfactory resolution, leaving its devoted fans happy, and yet wanting more...

Some of us -- myself included -- have even written Twilight-inspired fan fiction, so as to savor our beloved characters as many times as we wish...  We simply can't get enough of them!

Meyer hails from Hartford, Connecticut, USA, but grew up in Phoenix, Arizona.  She graduated from Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, with a major in English.  She and her husband, Christian Meyer, whom she married in 1994, have three sons -- Gabe, Seth, and Eli.

In addition to The Twilight Saga, she has written Midnight Sun , which tells the story of The Saga from Edward Cullen's perspective.   The book needs more work, but Meyer has put the project on hold because several chapters were leaked and appeared on the Internet.  It is available, however, on the author's official website, which you can access HERE

Other books include The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, a novella set in the Twilight universe,  The Host: A Novel, a science fiction novel for adults, and The Twilight Saga: The Official Illustrated Guide, released in April, 2011.

A graphic novel adaptation of the first book has also been released --- Twilight: The Graphic Novel, Volume 1, as well as The Twilight Journals, which are blank diaries adorned with quotes from The Saga. 

There are several critical analyses of the series, most of them favorable.  The one I consider best so far is Spotlight: A Close-Up Look at the Artistry and Meaning of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.  The book, written by John Granger, who has also authored an analysis of the Harry Potter series, presents a penetrating look at The Saga, discussing it as serious literature. 

I was delighted when I discovered, about a year ago, that the story had started with a dream that Meyer had one night -- a dream in which she clearly saw Edward and Bella, standing in a meadow, discussing their unusual relationship.  Edward was sparkling in the brilliant sunlight...

This dream refused to drift back into the recesses of her mind.  Instead, it blossomed and grew.  As she went about her daily duties at home with her children, it stayed with her.  So she sat down one day and began to write...and the dream flowed...

The magic of literature always begins with a dream, whether the dreamer is asleep, fully awake, or in some kind of in-between state more receptive to images from the unconscious.  In this case, Meyer's unconscious proved especially fertile!





This is the beautiful white edition of The Twilight Saga,
released only in the UK.
Of course, I own one of them!
(As well as the original one, with the black covers!)



Stephenie Meyer has profoundly touched the hearts and souls of millions of girls and women.  There are those who will disagree, criticizing the books as "cheesy", poorly written, and of no literary value whatsoever.  Stephen King, for instance, whose work I enjoy detesting with every fiber of my being, has stated that Stephenie Meyer, in contrast to J.K. Rowling, "...can't write worth a darn."  These are very unfair words indeed.  Those of us who love The Twilight Saga pay such critics no mind, however.  We have been indelibly marked by the beauty and magic of these four books, and will always treasure them!

The first three books have been made into movies, and the fourth is being filmed in two parts, the first of which will be released in November of this year. 

Many of us fans would be thrilled, of course, if Meyer published more books.  However, I would venture to say that for us, there will never be anything to equal The Twilight Saga.  It will firmly retain a place in our hearts as a testament to the power of true, unconditional love!












Saturday, May 7, 2011

New Movie Still from "Breaking Dawn: Part 1"!!



Summit Entertainment has just released another
new still from the upcoming
Breaking Dawn movie -- part 1!!!!!

The film, eagerly and obsessively awaited
by all true Twi-hards (such as "moi"),
will be out in November of this year!!!!
The second part will not be out, alas, until
November of 2012.
This is because the last book of The Twilight Saga
is so long, and so many events take place in it.
The studio wanted to do justice to all of it,
hence the two-part filming.

The same thing was done with the Harry Potter series.
The last book, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows,
was also filmed in two parts.

The really wonderful thing about this particular still
is that Bella's engagement ring
is quite visible in it!!
Such a very pleasant thing to see indeed, for all of us
super romantic Cullen fans!!!!!!

I have already made plans to see this movie!!
My husband and I will most likely go
to "CineBistro" -- a unique concept in movie-going,
here in South Florida.
You sit in very comfy, reclining movie seats,
and can order from a menu
while the previews are playing!
Then you can enjoy your meal
(with a bit of champagne, if you so desire),
while you watch Edward and Bella
give each other sultry looks on the screen!!!!
SIGH........






Saturday, April 16, 2011

Book Review: His Immortal Embrace

His Immortal Embrace
Authors: Hannah Howell, Lynsay Sands,
Sara Blayne, Kate Huntington
Trade Paperback, 304 pages
Published by Kensington Publishing Corp.,
September, 2003
Reading Genre: Vampire Romance



OVERALL RATING:



The first story in this volume, "The Yearning", by Hannah Howell, takes the reader to Scotland, in the year 1435.  Sophie Hay, the rather eccentric, witty protagonist, is in search of an old manuscript left by an ancestor, Morvyn Galt.  It concerns a 400-year-old curse laid on the MacCordy family by Morvyn's sister, Rona, who had been betrayed in love by a MacCordy, and with a child on the way, to make matters worse. 

Ever since she pronounced this curse, all of the firstborn MacCordy men have turned into vampires when they reach adulthood.  Ironically, all of the Galt women have been cursed as well, for all their love affairs are doomed to end, with no marriage in sight.  

Sophie makes it her mission to save the current MacCordy heir, Alpin.  How she eventually manages to accomplish this, falling in love with him, and he with her, makes for some truly enjoyable reading.  I only wish this had been an entire novel, instead of a story.  That's how "verra" much I loved it! Sparkling with wit and humor, this is a story I will not soon forget!

MY RATING:     

The second story, "Bitten", by Lynsay Sands, is another great read.  It's not typical of her usually very funny writing, as exemplified by her Argenau novels.  This story is a more dramatic one, along the lines of the lonely, tortured vampire who believes himself unworthy of love.  In other words, this story has the age-old, and very addictive, "Beauty and the Beast" theme.  Music to my eyes! 

Keeran, the vampire of the tale, lives a solitary existence in a seaside Scottish castle, attended by the elderly MacBains.  He can get no other servants to work for him, due to their fear of him.  Everything changes, however, when he saves Emily, shipwrecked on her way to an arranged marriage to a man she does not love.

Emily turns Keeran's life upside down.  She brings light to his hitherto dismal existence.  She turns his gloomy castle into a real home, having convinced the villagers to help her do so with their work of refurbishing and cleaning.  He has no choice but to fall in love with her!

Toward the end of the story, I was moved to tears by Emily's creative gift to Keeran, which finally convinces him that he is, indeed, worthy of love...

The incomparable Sands has penned a very sweet, poignant tale that I will most likely read again!

MY RATING:    


The next tale, "Stranger In The Night", by Sara Blayne, is another beautiful,  memorable tale, set in England. 

Georgiana Thornberry is a 19th-century nerd.  She has neither time nor patience for shallow social pursuits, and no interest in glamour.  Her one passion is finding and collecting ancient artifacts.  In fact, she is participating in the excavation of a Celtic fort in Surrey when her Uncle Godfrey unexpectedly summons her to Alverstone Manor, a ruined mansion in Charnwood Forest.

It is there that Georgiana comes across a cave, in which she finds an ancient amulet, forged by one Estelle Touissant.  In the manor's ruins, she also encounters a most unusual, wildly attractive (of course!) gentleman, Julius Lathrop, whom she discovers to be a vampire.  He, too, has been cursed,and the amulet found by Georgiana is vital to the lifting of the curse.

The writing style, dialogues, and characterizations all brought Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters to mind, making me love this story even more.  And no wonder, since Blayne is known for her Regency romances!

MY RATING:   


The fourth and last story, "The Awakening", by Kate Huntington, was an utter disappointment, although it's as well written as the previous three.  It has more of a Gothic feel to it than they do, as well.  In fact, it comes closer to the horror genre than is comfortable for me to tolerate.  It also raises some rather deep philosophical questions, dealing with the meaning of life and death, as well as the creative spirit.  Such themes interest me greatly, and I would have loved the story because of them, had it not been for several glaringly immoral elements contained therein.

The tale is about two women artists -- one a sculptor, and the other a painter, living in England, in the year 1814.  The sculptor, Cordelia Layton, has been living with her lover, Adrian Lucerne, who is suspected of being a vampire, for many years, scandalizing the society of the time. Their residence is near the wild moors of Lancashire.  This is the first objectionable element-- I do not like the idea of people living together for years without benefit of marriage.  I know that this view is an unpopular one, but I feel very strongly about this.

Thalia, Cordelia's niece, has come to visit, alarmed by her aunt's failing health.  She eventually discovers that this is due to Lucerne, who has regularly drunk from Cordelia during their years together.  There are more objectionable elements coming up here -- Lucerne has had a string of lovers throughout the centuries, and he has always drunk from them.  They have all died in the end, Lucerne having to quietly bury each one himself.  Although he does feel some remorse for these deaths, it is apparently not enough for him to attempt to stop this pattern of attaching himself to human women, feeding on them until they are eventually too weak to go on living. In Cordelia's case, he has also fed on her creative fires.  Huntington's vampires cannot create.  So they enjoy the creative act vicariously, through the artist they slowly consume....  (Shivers!)

Another objectionable element in this story is the way Cordelia is buried after her inevitable death.  It's a pretty grisly scene.  I don't know how I could possibly have made myself read it...

Then, incredibly, Thalia's growing feelings for Adrian explode; she and Adrian become lovers, right after her aunt's burial!  This was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.  There's very little regard for human life and love.

I can only say that I absolutely loathe this tale!  I heartily wish it had not been included in this otherwise wonderfully romantic volume!

MY RATING:





Book Review: Shades of Gray

Shades of Gray
Author: Amanda Ashley
Mass Market Paperback, 390 pages
Published by Love Spell, 1998
Genre: Vampire Romance


Marisa Richards, the novel's protagonist, decides to attend the Roskovich Carnival, a small circus visiting Los Angeles, California, which is her hometown.  There she encounters a strange exhibit: "Count Alexi Kristov, Oldest Vampire in Existence".  She also meets the mysterious and very attractive Grigori Chiavari, who claims to be a magician. 

Shortly thereafter, on the evening news (this is a modern-day vampire tale), Marisa is shocked to learn that the bodies of four women, drained of blood, have been discovered at the Los Angeles Zoo.  The report also mentions the death of Silvano Roskovich, owner of the circus Marisa had visited.  He was also the caretaker of the Alexi Kristov exhibit.  It becomes immediately obvious to the reader that Kristov is responsible for these deaths.  Marisa, of course, is not aware of this yet.  She doesn't really believe that vampires exist.

At this point in the novel,Ashley also hints at a long-standing enmity between Kristov and Chiavari.  The novel's subsequent events bear this out, since Kristov was responsible for the deaths of Chiavari's wife and children, centuries before.  After this, Chiavari intentionally became a vampire in order to avenge himself on Kristov.  

Marisa feels an increasing pull toward Grigori, and they begin dating.  Then, another character enters the picture -- Edward Ramsey, vampire hunter.  He tries to warn Marisa about Kristov and Chiavari.  When he finds out that she's dating the latter, his warnings become even more emphatic.  Marisa is puzzled by Ramsey's apparent tendency to overprotection, until she finds out that Grigori is also a vampire.  She finds this hard to believe at first.  Then she begins to doubt her safety when she's with him, which prompts her to attempt to fight her growing feelings for him.

So far, this is a very interesting plot.  I love it when Ashley contrasts a vampire who strives to do good, despite his nature, and one who is totally evil.  The title is a reference to this.  One would say that all vampires are evil.  We who love The Twilight Saga know that this is just not so.  Therein lies the fascination, as I have already pointed out in one of my literary musings, on the subject of the vampire as metaphor.

In spite of what I stated above, I don't think this is one of Ashley's best books. There are at least two important reasons for this.  The first is the fact that Grigori actually wanted to become a vampire, in order to exact his revenge on Kristov.  I can't wholeheartedly love or empathize with a character who possesses such a glaring moral defect.  It would be understandable for Grigori to feel hatred toward Kristov; however, his decision to purposely become a vampire in order to kill Kristov makes him almost as evil as Kristov himself.  Second, I was repulsed by the way one of the characters was "disposed of" so that the two leads could be together without any impediments.  I wasn't expecting this from the author.  I have read several of her novels in the past, and she clearly possesses a strong, Christian-based sense of ethics.  In fact, I would say she stands alone among vampire romance authors writing for adults, in this respect.

A third reason, less important in the moral sense, but not in the literary one, is the attraction between Grigori and Marisa.  Ashley's couples usually share some very powerful chemistry.  The attraction between these two, however, seems lacking in some way.  It just didn't strike me as very believable, especially when compared to that of other couples Ashley has presented in her novels. (I'm thinking of my two favorite ones, A Darker Dream and Midnight Embrace.)  Furthermore, Marisa doesn't blink an eye when the character mentioned above is taken out of the picture.  She should have been appalled as well as repelled by Grigori's approval of this. 

The addition of Ramsey as a rival for Marisa's affections didn't ring true, either.  These three characters fell flat as the novel moved along, too.

Although I did finish the book (I don't think I've ever left one of Ashley's novels unfinished), I did not enjoy it as much as I would have expected to, considering the author.  Amanda Ashley is still one of my favorite vampire romance authors, however.  It's unfortunate that I can't give this book a higher rating, but I am committed to giving honest reviews.  I can only wholeheartedly praise a book when I truly believe such praise is merited. 

MY RATING:







Monday, April 4, 2011

Book Review: Midnight Embrace


Midnight Embrace
Author: Amanda Ashley
Mass Market Paperback
378 pages
Published by Love Spell (Dorchester Publishing Co.),
February, 2002
Genre: Vampire Romance


This is the second of my two favorite Amanda Ashley novels.  The plot and characters are equally mesmerizing, although this book has a different feel.  However, the basic conflict is the same: a lonely, tortured vampire falls in love with a young girl who is all innocence and light.  One could say that this is already a hackneyed story, but Ashley somehow turns what could merely be a formulaic plot into something fresh and exciting, thus pulling her readers into the tale, inexorably keeping them there, too, until the very end.

It is precisely Ashley's ability to pull readers into her stories that I believe make her books so utterly addictive.  The reader readily identifies with the heroine, and so, this somehow becomes the reader's story, as well.  I can definitely affirm that this is what happened to me as I read.  

The story opens with a rather sad scenario -- a teenage girl lies dying in a hospital, having lost her entire family to an illness that ravaged their village.  Then, one night, a mysterious stranger appears next to her bed, and gently orders her to drink something that restores her health.  Dr. Martinson, her attending physician, will not believe her when she insists that a strange man has visited her hospital room.  He can only marvel at her complete recovery.  

Analisa is released from the hospital a few days later, but she faces a very bleak future, since she has no family left, and, of course, no inheritance, since they had all been poor.  But then another miracle takes place, as Dr. Martinson hands her a note from someone named Alesandro de Avalone.  This mysterious person invites her to spend an extended holiday at his residence, Blackbriar Hall.  Analisa is taken completely by surprise at this, since she has never heard of this man.  The note includes some money to help pay for her transportation to Blackbriar Hall.  When Analisa inquires as to her hospital bill, Dr. Martinson informs her that all of her expenses have been paid for by Lord Avalone, who comes from an aristocratic Italian family. 

She makes her way to Blackbriar Hall, which is the typical dark, Gothic mansion.  It's even raining as she arrives, accompanied by flashes of lightning followed by rolling thunder.  Granted, this sounds quite stereotypical. Nevertheless, the reader is intrigued by the mystery of Alesandro Avalone.  What could possibly be his interest in this young orphan girl?  Naturally, it turns out that he is the stranger who appeared in Analisa's hospital room.

Lord Avalone has already fallen in love with the innocent Analisa.   She is alone in the world, and, tormented by his own nature, he decides to help her.  She does not know that there is an emotional bond between them, due to their sharing of blood at the hospital.  He not only gave her his blood, which healed her, but took hers in return.  She was merely too ill at the time to be aware of this.

There are similarities with A Darker Dream at this point in the story; Analisa, like Rhianna, is given a tutor so that she might learn to read.  In this book, the tutor turns out to be the housekeeper, Mrs. Thornfield, who has been with Lord Avalone for years.  Her name is obviously a nod to Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, for the Gothic house in that novel was named, as any Bronte fan knows (and I count myself among them!), Thornfield Hall.

As in the previous Ashley novel, days pass blissfully by, although Analisa continues to be puzzled by her mysterious benefactor.  Eventually, she discovers what he is, but by the time she does, she's already in love with him....

Alesandro has a mortal enemy-- Rodrigo, another vampire.  Long ago, they had been friends, and both were transformed into vampires by the same female vampire.  Rodrigo, engaged at the time, attempts to continue his relationship with his betrothed, who ends up killing herself.  Rodrigo bitterly blames Alesandro for this sad event.  Ever since then, he has been wantonly taking human lives, for the sole purpose of watching Alesandro desperately struggle to save those Rodrigo has left with some life still in their bodies.

The struggle between these two vampires -- one saddened by his transformation, and intent on sparing human lives from himself, while the other one vengefully engages in murder -- is one of the things that make this novel so fascinating.  Alesandro is as ethical and good as his nature permits him to be.  Rodrigo revels in killing, in causing suffering, not only to his hapless victims, but to Alesandro as well.  So here we have the eternal battle between good and evil.

There is no miraculous ending to this novel, as there is with A Darker Dream.  Alesandro, however, has found love with Analisa, who has unconditionally accepted him.  His centuries of loneliness are over, and a new life begins for these lovers -- one free from the struggle to defeat a ruthless enemy, one full of as much peace as the undead can hope for....

MY RATING:




  

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Fan Fiction: "It Happened That Night", part 2




Disclaimer: The following is a fan fiction story, based on the Twilight series.  The characters belong entirely to Stephenie Meyer, and I have taken some liberties with them.  No copyright infringement is intended, either at present, or ever.


Note:  The beautiful banner for this story was created by Annamorphos, a twilighted.net member.  Thanks & kudos, Anna!!



I turned away again, and began walking through the crowd, looking for my friends Angela and Jessica. I saw that they weren't sitting at our table. Well, we had come in the same car.  I knew they wouldn't leave me stranded here. It was a long drive back to Forks. I hadn't really wanted to come with them, but Jessica had said that all the good clubs were in Port Angeles. Amazingly, Charlie had insisted that I go.

"You really should get out more, Bells," he had urged. I knew he meant well. He didn't like to see me moping around the house, thinking about Bill, the scumbag who had broken my heart just a year after I had moved to Forks. My only consolation was that he hadn't gotten any 'souvenir' from me to brag about with his male buddies.

At first, I had firmly told him that I was not at all interested.  Typically, Charlie wouldn't let the matter rest.  So I finally gave in, shrugged, and told him I would go. The joyful expression on his face had been gratifying. Dialing Jessica's number, I told her I had finally decided to brave the Port Angeles night life. Her squeal of delight nearly pierced my ear drums.

Now I looked around again, wondering where my friends were. What the heck was I thinking? I'd never find them in this mass of people. I went straight toward the table, slinging my purse around my shoulder again.

I sat down to wait, no longer in any mood to dance, or do anything else but leave. I couldn't believe the night was turning out to be a total waste of time, and it was my fault, too. I never should have done that to poor Tom.

Tapping one foot impatiently, I glanced around at the dancing crowd, hoping fruitlessly that I would see one of my friends as the dancers looped and looped around each other. I didn't   After a few minutes, I couldn't take it any longer. I had to go get some air, at least.  I rose unsteadily to my feet, dreading the need to weave through the crowd again. I never should have let Charlie convince me to go to a club. That whole scene had never been my style. As if to prove that to myself, I had botched the entire evening.

Taking a deep breath, I plunged into the crowd, determined to escape. The pressing bodies suddenly made me nauseous. The air was stifling. My urgent desire to get outside became even more urgent, as my claustrophobia kicked in. What had I been thinking? I had never liked crowds to begin with.
The music seemed to become even louder, the dancing wilder, and my claustrophobia was getting worse by the second. I wound my slow way through the dance floor, saying "excuse me" over and over again, as I stepped on too many feet.

Finally, I saw the heavy, double wooden doors in front of me. They opened as I approached, admitting a small group of people who had already been carded. I slipped through them, past the bouncers, one of whom glanced at me appreciatively. Then, I was outside.

I kept on walking until I had rounded the front corner of the building. There were some low bushes nearby, bordering the parking lot. A full moon intermittently lit up the sky with its pale gaze, as it drifted in and out of cloud banks. The night air was cool, and a refreshing contrast to the heavy, sweat-drenched atmosphere inside the club.  I walked a bit further away from the entrance, heading for a pool of shadow on the wall. I leaned against it gratefully, wondering if I should take off my heels, which were beginning to hurt my feet. Sighing, I closed my eyes.

"Hey," a soft, melodious voice whispered near me. Of course I jumped, and my heart did a little somersault.

Opening my eyes, I glanced toward my right, but for a moment saw nothing in the thick darkness. Then a tall male figure walked into a beam of moonlight, and I recognized the pale, strange man who had ordered me away. Instinct told me to bolt. My hormones perversely told me to stay.  He smiled, and my heart skittered. My breathing stopped momentarily, and then jerkily started up again. I felt the impulse to run once more, but found that I couldn't. His gorgeous face held me there, against the wall.

"Look, I'm really sorry," he said, slowly, smiling a crooked smile. He sounded so sincere. I was still wary, though.

"I know I acted like a real jerk," he continued, "but there's a very good reason for that. If we could take a little walk together, I could explain it to you. That is, if you'll let me. I really mean you no harm. Honestly."

An inner voice instantly warned me that this would not be a good idea. Besides, I had not yet recovered from his weird, rude behavior.

"I don't think I want to go anywhere with you," I retorted, surprising myself with my hostile tone.  How had I managed to talk this way to him, when it was all I could do to stop ogling him?

He ducked his head, and that mesmerizing, crooked smile of his became wider.

"I won't complain, because I know I deserve that," he chuckled.

I simply stood there, doing my best to glare at him. But I just couldn't stay mad at a living Greek god who would be willing to apologize to a mere mortal. I groaned as I realized what I was thinking. Good going, Bella! Putting a guy up on a pedestal again. But then, this guy was way more appealing than Bill ever had been. Heck, Bill who?

He turned serious. "What's the matter? Why did you groan like that? Would you like me to leave? I really, really should, you know. I've been a total idiot."

He waited for my answer as he stared anxiously at me.

I smiled. "Oh, no," I found myself whispering, "please don't leave. But I have to tell you that there's never a good reason to act like a jerk. Your story had better be good."

He smiled in return, and I had to stifle a nearly irresistible urge to stroke a lock of bronze hair that had fallen across his forehead. Down, Bella!

"Interesting...' he drawled appealingly. I loved the sound of his voice. "Then I suppose I should apologize all over again, because I really don't want you to be mad at me. That would totally ruin this moment - indeed, the whole evening."

I am very chagrined to admit that I totally melted when he said that.

"All right, you're forgiven." I sighed. It was no use fighting this… No, I was not going to bat my eyes at him.

"Then you'll take a walk with me?" His dazzling smile made me blink. Was he now trying to hypnotize me?

I nodded, and I could see him relaxing. "Sure, I'll go with you, if we don't go too far, that is. I'm with a couple of friends, and we have to get back home in one piece."

He laughed at that. "Are you one of those girls whose dad hides a shotgun behind the front door?"


I laughed in return. "Something like that."

"Well, that does complicate things, you know. I need some time to get to know you. A five-minute walk just won't do it."

I sighed nervously, although this remark sent my heart into its fluttering little dance again.


"Well," I countered, "it would be nice if I got to know you, too."





Sunday, March 13, 2011

Book Review: A Darker Dream

A Darker Dream
Author: Amanda Ashley
Mass Market Paperback
400 pages
Published by Love Spell, (Dorchester Publishing Co.), July 28th, 1997
Genre: Vampire Romance



This author's books were my first introduction to the vampire romance genre.  She has remained one of my favorites ever since, although Stephenie Meyer will always be my top favorite.  In fact, I consider Meyer to be the undisputed queen of the vampire romance, although I will also say that Amanda Ashley is a very close second.  This is in spite of the fact that Meyer writes primarily for young adults, while Ashley's books target the adult market exclusively.

This novel begins with a scene that immediately elicits outrage in the modern reader.  A desperately poor farmer, Vincent McLeod, is actually selling his fifteen-year-old daughter to the highest bidder.   Such things were still taking place in 1843 England, which is the setting of the story.  Slavery, of course, was still a viable institution across the Atlantic, in the United States.  Considering the status of women at the time, also, it is not too surprising that McLeod was selling his own daughter.

The dark hero, Rayven, begins to feel quite disturbed as he watches this auction.  All around him in the dimly lit tavern where the poor girl, Rhianna, is being exhibited like a fine piece of horseflesh, are men who are leering and wondering what she looks like underneath her shapeless gown.  Suddenly, several voices in the crowd begin demanding that she disrobe.  Rayven can stand it no longer.  He says one word that carries throughout the room with a ring of authority: "Enough!"  Then he adds, "The girl is mine."  Thus he saves poor Rhianna from having to take off her clothes in front of the lecherous crowd. 

So it is that Rhianna McLeod, having been sold to Lord Rayven, is taken to Castle Rayven, where she meets Thomas Bevins, the butler and only servant.  He shows her to a bedchamber which is to be her very own.  On the bed is a nightgown, and a bath has been prepared for her.   Rhianna is surprised, since she is unaccustomed to being waited on.

As the days pass, she is also mystified as to what her precise role in the castle is.  Rayven seems to expect nothing from her, and he is always extremely kind and courteous.  He even asks Bevins to teach her to read, as well as play the pianoforte.  Unbeknownst to her, however, Rayven takes her blood at night, after she has fallen asleep... Consumed by guilt, he exercises strict control on his hunger, taking only the bare minimum, but she still wakes up feeling tired.  Rayven realizes that he is falling in love with her -- indeed, really fell in love with her from the moment he first saw her.  He knows that she returns his feelings. This turn of events, along with his firm conviction that he could very well ultimately kill her, should his hunger get out of control, prompts him to make the decision to send Rhianna to Paris, where she can receive a first-rate education.  Since he is a very wealthy man, he pays all her expenses.  Perhaps, he reasons, she will also forget him once she is safely away from him, and fall in love with a mortal young man who can give her the children he cannot, since the undead are unable to procreate.

Four years pass, and Rhianna returns, a polished young lady of nineteen.  She is still in love with Rayven, spurning the attentions of one of his friends, a dashing young aristocrat named Dallon Montroy, who has also fallen in love with her.  Although jealous, Rayven feels honor-bound to warn her about the dangers of continuing to have a relationship with him, since she has by now discovered his true nature.  She insists that she loves him anyway, and trusts that he will not hurt her because of his own love for her.

Rayven finally strikes a strange bargain with her -- they will marry, but then he will release her from her vows at the end of a year.  This is one thing about the novel I found puzzling.  The ceremony is performed by a priest, and this is 19th century England.  I suppose Rayven means he will allow her to annul their marriage, since divorce is still not allowed by the Catholic Church, even in the 21st century.  The author doesn’t give any further information about this.  Perhaps Rayven means that he will destroy himself after releasing Rhianna. He does attempt to do this, later on in the book.  

Of course, the marriage is by no means over at the end of a year.  The love story of Rayven and Rhianna blossoms into an eternal union of soul, mind, and body, leaving the reader satisfied and content.  At least, that's how I felt as I read. 

Ashley portrays Rayven in a very realistic manner, and it’s fascinating to see how his inner torment plays out in his relationship with Rhianna..  Although he is a vampire, he does not delight in killing.  He is tortured by his terrible compulsion to survive on blood.  Frequently, he kills sheep from his own herd, instead of slaking his thirst on humans.  He ruthlessly isolates himself in his castle, unwilling to put the villagers nearby in danger.  Nevertheless, he sees himself as a monster, someone totally unworthy of love.

As for Rhianna herself, she is the epitome of feminine compassion, innocence, and kindness.  She, too, is tortured, for she does fear for her life at Rayven’s side.  It is the true self she perceives in him, however, that gives her the strength to override that fear.  She knows he longs for the light, and she attempts to bring as much of that into his life as she can.  Instead of despairing, she touches his soul with her unconditional love.  Her selfless devotion enchants him, and is the beginning of his long journey toward the human life he had lost four centuries before. 

This novel is an enchantingly beautiful, wonderfully romantic tale of how a man who has carried a burden of loneliness, darkness, and self-loathing for centuries, at last finds love and light with a woman who accepts and loves him with her whole being.  This love becomes his ultimate redemption.


There is a brief sex scene in the book, but it's tastefully done.  There are no extremely graphic details.  The emphasis is on tenderness and sweet passion.  Ashley apparently stands alone among vampire romance authors in this regard.  She is also unique because of the absence of profanity in her novels. 

There are many lyrical passages in the book, especially when Rayven and Rhianna meet in his garden maze at night.  I could picture these scenes in my mind as if they had been put on film.  Indeed, I wonder why this story has not been made into a movie.  It certainly is a grand romantic tale!  Moreover, the ending is nothing short of miraculous.  Fortunately, I had already prepared myself by having a hankie nearby, since I already knew what was coming – a wondrously beautiful testimony to the power of true love.  As a hopeless romantic, I couldn’t help basking in it all!  

This is the second time I have read the book.  The first time was several years ago, and I know I will read it again, for its unabashedly romantic style will always satisfy my ceaseless craving for more dark, brooding love stories that nevertheless end happily, all dark obstacles having been overcome!

Ashley's novels usually delight and enchant.  This one is no exception, although Ashley has really outdone herself here!  The story sweeps one away into a blissfully romantic haze, and cannot be put down until the very last word is read.  If that should happen at three o'clock in the morning, then so be it!

MY RATING:







Saturday, March 12, 2011

Fan Fiction: "It Happened That Night" (One-Shot), part 1





Disclaimer: The following is a fan fiction story, based on the Twilight series.  The characters belong entirely to Stephenie Meyer, and I have taken some liberties with them.  No copyright infringement is intended, either at present, or ever.

Note:  The beautiful banner for this story was created by Annamorphos, a twilighted.net member.  Thanks & kudos, Anna!!




The club was really hopping that Saturday night. The crowd was rowdier than usual, so the bouncers had their hands more than full. Lights skittered across jaded, drunken faces, in time to the wild gyrations of countless bodies. Darkness pounded with blaring sound. It felt like the guitar riffs began and ended in my stomach, along with the relentless, savage drums.

He was sitting at the bar, an untouched drink in front of him. I caught a glimpse of his face, intermittently lit by the pink and purple lights, as I tried to dance with Tom. 

I couldn't believe I had actually been asked to dance. I never engaged in any activity that would put anybody in danger of being injured. Nor did I enjoy being made fun of. Yet here I was, moving around on this packed dance floor, in Tom's capable hands. i had to admire the guy's patience. He didn't even complain once.  As he whirled me around, I caught another glimpse of that face at the bar. He was gazing indolently at the dancing crowd, but his eyes suddenly zeroed in on me. They stayed there briefly, then flitted away, and he turned his back on the dance floor. I sucked in my breath, stunned, and completely lost my concentration. I collided, hard, with Tom's chest.

"Hey, you all right?" he peered down at me, a worried look on his face, and steadied me with his big hands. I guess I must have given him the impression that I had seen a ghost. I looked up at him for a moment, embarrassed, then looked away, shaking my head slightly.

"I think I need to sit this one out. My head feels funny. Sorry, and thanks for the dance." I smiled weakly up at him. He was nice, really. He had even put up with my clumsy dance moves. But then I had seen him, and his eyes had connected with mine. Any interest I might have had in my dancing partner had abruptly evaporated.

"Sure, no problem." He shrugged, smiling. "Want me to get you a glass of water or something?"

I looked down. My cheeks were on fire. I felt sorry for the poor guy.

"No, thanks. I just need to sit down for a while...at the bar." Involuntarily, I looked in his direction, as my face continued to flame. Blushing so easily, as well as so fiercely, was the bane of my existence, along with my klutziness.
Tom glanced over at the bar, and, of course, saw him sitting there. Then he looked back at me, and frowned.

"You know that guy?" His voice had suddenly taken on an unmistakable note of hostility.

I couldn't bring my eyes up to his face. "Well, no, not really..." I stammered. Too late, I realized I should have lied about my reason for wanting to sit at the bar, instead of being taken back to my table, escorted, of course, by Tom.

"Oh, I see," he said, "you would like to get to know him, then."

I opened my mouth to say something, as I looked up at his face. It was set in stone, and he was glaring at me.

"Later, then," he said, as he took his hand off my arm. With that, he turned around, and promptly disappeared into the crowd.  Well, I couldn't blame him. Nothing could hurt a guy's ego more than having a girl he was getting to know show interest in another guy.  I bit my lower lip. Now I was feeling very guilty. Tom wasn't bad-looking, I scolded myself. And he was a nice guy, too. But...then I had seen that other guy, and, as they used to say - and maybe still do - in romance novels, time froze. That sounds very dorky, I know. And yet, that's what happened to me. Everything and everyone seemed to freeze. Even the stale, liquor-laden air froze. He became the only thing that I could see clearly, that seemed to pulse with vibrant life.

I walked slowly over to him.

As I approached, I saw him come out of his apparent reverie, and turn to watch me coming closer. His eyes were a peculiar shade of gold – warm butterscotch was the color that came to mind. They were pointedly staring at mine. I could not look away, but I did manage to take in the rest of his face. It was the most beautiful male face I had ever seen, with its strong jaw, sculpted nose, and dark, brooding eyebrows. Then I noticed how pale he looked, even in the club's semi-darkness. Shadows framed his eyes, giving him a very gloomy, even frightening air that should have repelled me immediately, but didn't.  His hair, gleaming bronze in the pulsating lights, contrasted sharply with his face. The hair was tousled, in an endearing sort of way. It invited me to comb my hands through it, in an attempt to straighten out its enchanting disarray.

Then I felt it- an unmistakable flow of blazing electricity in my gut. I had never felt such a thing before, but knew what it was. My body was automatically reacting to this living, beautiful sculpture before me.

I flowed into the seat next to him. That was incredible in itself. I never "flowed". Instead, I was always bumping into things. I did not take my eyes off his face as I crossed my legs, taking my little purse off my shoulder and laying it on the counter.

We said nothing for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. I suppose he was as surprised by my approach and helpless scrutiny as I was.

Then he spoke.

"You should get up just as quietly and quickly as you can, and leave." His voice was as beautiful as the rest of him. It held no hint of menace, and yet, I shivered.

"What...did you just say?" I laughed nervously. I couldn't possibly have heard right.

He closed his eyes, as if he were in pain, and brought one of his hands to his head, leaning on the counter. Again I noticed that he had not touched his drink. It appeared to be a Bloody Mary.

"Please!" This time it was unmistakable; he was hissing through his teeth. "You must leave, now! Don't ask any questions. Just go!"

"But why?" I was so shocked, I didn't know whether to take his blasted drink and throw it in his face, or just stomp away angrily.  Then he opened his eyes, and glared at me. A thrill of fear swept through my body, bringing me to my feet. I suddenly wanted to put as much distance between us as I could.

"All right, I'll go," I snapped, trying to hold on to some remnants of dignity. I grabbed my purse off the counter, and walked away, with the intention of not looking back.  Against my will, I did turn to look back at this strange man who had seemed so irresistible, and yet, had so rudely ordered me to leave.  He was still sitting at the bar, but now his face was in his hands, and he had completely turned away from the crowd. The bartender came by and asked him something. He shook his head vehemently.








Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Dark Hero: The Fascination of the Metaphor





The question has been asked and given various answers by now: what is it about The Twilight Saga, and vampires in general, that is so fascinating?  There are several books on the subject of the Twilight obsession.  One of the very best is titled Spotlight, which I've been meaning to review, but haven't -- not yet, anyway.  That's because this book is so rich in analytical detail, I think it would take several reviews to do it justice!   I will have to go back and actually re-read it, so I can be sure I write a fairly decent review of it -- without giving short shrift to any of its beautifully elucidated topics.

I have just ordered a book on Amazon that deals with The Twilight books and the religious ideas interwoven through the series.  This is an approach that interests me greatly.  The book is titled  From Twilight to Breaking Dawn: Religious Themes in The Twilight Saga.  Other books might focus on other aspects of the series, like Spotlight,, whose author analyzes the books from a strictly literary point of view.  There's also Twilight and Philosophy, which should prove to be a very fascinating read..

I have only read two of the books that analyze the Saga -- Spotlight, and yet another book, The Twilight Gospel, which I found rather disappointing, because it criticized the series on the basis of its supposed antagonism to Christian Fundamentalist views. 

Fascinating as the above approaches are, however, I think the Twilight phenomenon, and indeed, the whole subject of vampires, has deeper, psychological roots.  I read an article dealing with this a short time ago.  You can find it here.  The author, Michael De Groote, writing in "The Mormon Times", makes an excellent point that all men are vampires.  This might sound ridiculous, but he means that Edward Cullen is a metaphor for that part of a man's personality or psyche that can hurt a woman very, very badly.  Not only that, the metaphor also encompasses a man's superior physical strength.  In other words, men have a terribly great capacity to hurt the women they are close to, most especially those who are in a romantic relationship with them.  Of course, women can hurt men, too.  However, I would say, in answer to this objection, that a man's capacity to hurt a woman is far greater than that of a woman to hurt a man.  A man can inflict inner scars on a woman, scars that, although invisible to the eye, often take years to heal.  Sometimes they never do heal...  Furthermore, men have been known to kill their wives or girlfriends with a single blow.  They are also much quicker to kill with weapons.  Wars are started by men, after all, as we all know.  Little boys have an innate potential for violence that little girls might at times try to emulate, but are not entirely able to.  Has there ever been a female equivalent of Hitler in the history of the world?

So Edward Cullen is a metaphor for that part of a man that can inflict great harm on a woman.  All other fictional, romantic vampires are also metaphors -- Christine Feehan's Carpathians, for example, as well as Amanda Ashley's dark heroes.  What do they all have in common?  They strive to control the monstrous part of themselves.  They try to keep the women they love safe...from themselves.  This, I believe, is the heady attraction that pulls Isabella Swan toward Edward Cullen.  This is what pulls the readers of The Twilight Saga, most of whom are female, toward Edward Cullen, as well.  For we the readers readily identify with Bella.  We become Bella as we read. 

Is there anything more attractive than a man -- who is powerful enough to crush a male enemy to a pulp, leashing his great physical and mental powers in order to be gentle with a woman?  In spite of considering myself a feminist, I cannot help but be obsessively attracted by the idea of such a man.  Perhaps this is an innate trait in all human females that no amount of feminist proselytizing can ever do away with.  Yes, I, along with my fellow feminists, want to find my own power, and be independent.  And yet....I melt at the thought of a powerful, wildly attractive man controlling his own power in order to avoid hurting me...in fact, taking every precaution not to do so.  Sigh....

Feminism or not, we women still love to read romance novels, and there's nothing dearer to our hearts than the stereotypical "happily ever after".  It's what moves us to tears, whether or not we're willing to admit it.  At the end of the day, after the corporate grind is over, we can kick back with a good romance novel, and enjoy being sweetly ravished by a dark hero who is intent on pleasing us, on making sure that we are not harmed, especially by them.

I believe there's another very important aspect of the vampire ethos, however, and that is a woman's innate compassion.  Where a man might simply write off another man -- a criminal, perhaps -- as incorrigible, a woman will be more willing to give him a second chance, as well as the benefit of the doubt.  So the heroines of the vampire romances we so love to read will always strive to see the good in their vampire boyfriends.  The boyfriends appreciate this, of course, and it makes them fall even more in love with their human girlfriends.

This all goes back to the old fairy tale of "Beauty and the Beast".  We women still nurture the fantasy of redeeming a bad boy with our love, of seeing the good buried in him.  So we have the enduring myth of the romantic vampire, going through lonely centuries, enduring his own inner torment -- the realization that he is a monstrous anomaly --  until he finds that woman who is willing to give him a chance, who is able to go beyond the monster to find the good man in him.  I know I keep referring to vampires as male, but the thing is, most of the ones I've encountered in vampire romances are male.  I don't know about other readers, but I prefer vampire romances in which the woman is human, and her love interest is a vampire.  I believe that's because of the reasons I have detailed above.  

In the case of Edward Cullen, there is yet another factor -- he has a family.  None of the members of his family are actually related to him, but this fact endears them even more to the reader.  They are bound together by a common purpose, and ties of loyalty.  Edward is not a solitary vampire, and yet, his loneliness is very real, because, of all the Cullens, he has no mate -- until he meets Bella, that is.  Bella completes the Cullen family circle, which means that the Cullens now make up an even number of members.  There is a sense of completion in that, and it's very satisfying.  Even numbers represent wholeness to the unconscious mind, and it is that part of the human psyche that subliminally perceives these things, when they are woven into fictional drama. 

Every writer of vampire romance has her own unique take on the vampire myth.  Some adhere to the traditional version, with all the trappings of superstition such as the vampire's inability to stand the sunlight, which will, in fact, destroy him in a burst of flame, the use of crosses and garlic, sleeping in a coffin, etc.  Other writers create an entirely new world for their vampires.  Some of them even use humor in their stories, like Lynsay Sands and Kerrelyn Sparks.  I love the brooding, tortured vampire, as written by Amanda Ashley.  Stephenie Meyer has traveled a middle road.  Her vampires are not entirely of the traditional sort, except, of course, for the Volturi, who actually enjoy killing.  The Cullens, while not entirely in the brooding category, carry with them a sense of morality and social responsibility that brings them into very close affinity with Ashley's vampires.  Meyer's fertile imagination has created a very original reason for their avoidance of bright, sunny days -- they sparkle in sunlight; therefore, this would reveal them for what they are.

Along with the allure of the man who controls his dark urges to protect his beloved is the whole aura of darkness and mystery surrounding the vampire.  The heroine of a vampire romance is also attracted to this.  Even though mystery has been touted as a feminine attribute, which fascinates and attracts men (thus the phenomenon of the 'femme fatale'), women, too, are pulled in by it.  The lure of the unknown, the possibly exciting, the unusual, the fantastic -- this fascination is one of the characteristics of the human species.  We are innately curious.  We want to explore, discover, experience, that which puzzles us.  When coupled with the possibility of romance and love, the lure is nearly overpowering....

So the dark hero mesmerizes his love interest, and thereby, the reader, who is pulled inexorably along, turning page after page, until the inevitable happy ending, which never fails to draw a sigh of satisfaction.  At least, that's how I feel when I have finished a vampire romance.  That's how I feel after reading a Phantom of the Opera fan fiction story, since I utterly dislike the original novel, written by Gaston Leroux. 

Although Erik, the Phantom, is not a vampire, he is surrounded by mystery and the darkness of his own despair, because of his deformed face.  As originally written by Leroux, he is no more than a horrible monster who must possess Christine, the opera singer he is obsessively in love with, no matter who or what he destroys in the process.  Not so the Phantom as reinvented by Andrew Lloyd Webber.  In the famous musical and movie, Erik emerges as a man tortured by his darkness, who nevertheless loves Christine enough to ultimately free her so that she can go away with the handsome, rich Vicomte. 

Numerous fan fiction writers, including myself, have attempted to rectify what we see as Leroux's failure to have Christine fully accept and love Erik,  in spite of his deformity and inner darkness.  We have thus written stories in which this is exactly what happens!

It was the Lloyd Webber Erik, the fan fiction Erik, who lured me to the romantic vampire's lair -- the hidden domain of the man who thinks of himself as nothing more than a monster, the man who is completely unaware of the polished diamond he carries within -- his true, inner goodness.  Only his soul mate, that woman who is brave enough to venture into the monster's lair, can awaken him to his true self.  Only that woman can bring him back to who he really and truly is -- a man who is not a monster at all, and instead, one capable of love and all the virtues he cannot see in himself...  His soul mate, then, becomes a mirror for him, since, in most of these romances, the vampire casts no reflection in a real mirror.  His soul mate thus gives him his true reflection back to him.  His soul mate is his only hope, his only salvation.  Interestingly enough, this ties in quite well with the current spate of books about the return of the Sacred Feminine... 

Here, yet another reason for the hypnotic allure of these tales emerges -- the theme of the woman as savior of the man.  This is a woman's true power -- not the power of brute strength, but the power of love.  It is the power to see the best in a man, to urge him toward the light, and out of the darkness. 

Christine should have reflected Erik's true nature to him in this way.  Leroux, perhaps because he was a male himself, failed to see the inherent beauty of such a concept, and wrote a story of twisted obsession, nothing more than a typical tale of horror.  Had he been a woman, he would have immediately latched on to the opportunity to write a sublime romance instead. 

Lloyd Webber is a male, someone might object, and yet, he has turned the original story into the romance it should really have been in the first place, although, alas, there is no happy ending, at least, not for Erik.  Could it be that, since he is a child of the century that gave birth to Carl Jung, who brought forth the concept of the animus (a woman's inner male), and the anima (a man's inner female), he was able to see what Leroux could not?  This is definitely food for thought...

The dark hero's soul mate brings him out of the pit of despair and darkness he has thus far been trapped in.  Able at last to love, because he himself has been loved, he is transformed, even if he remains a vampire, even if, in the case of Erik, his physical deformity ic not cured.  At the end of the story, the hero is no longer mysterious, no longer as dark as he seemed.  For he has become that most wonderful of creatures -- a man eternally united with his beloved, eternally devoted to her....

And that, for those men who still can't understand women, is exactly what women want.