tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56349279780252373002024-02-20T10:47:11.360-08:00Ten for the DevilAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11786520193244855180noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634927978025237300.post-61925462907784762542013-01-08T04:02:00.003-08:002013-01-08T04:02:46.579-08:00One For Sorrow - Book 2 in the Saints Rest Novels Hello Everyone:<br />
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Very sorry for not updating this blog sooner. I have been busy editing my first novel "Ten For The Devil" ... and I am still editing. I have a problem with "tenses" and I found a plot hole that I have to fill. <br />
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To all those who have been reading it on Wattpad - thank you very much (over 6k's reads WOW) but I will not be putting the ending on until I publish. Sorry, but the ending is sooo good - I'm very happy with it and I hope you will be too.<br />
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I have started my 2nd novel - a prelude to "Ten" called "One For Sorrow". Odessa, Seth's mother will be the main character in this novel as Seth was in "Ten". I know how it is going to end and I have, what I think is an excellent start. All I have to do is the middle.<br />
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I have also started my 3rd novel, "Seven Secrets Never To Be Told" that will discuss Seth's children and Dorothy's children. Their lives will be developed in this novel and fill in the missing details left out of "Ten". My 4th novel - will continue with their stories and the remaining characters from "Ten For The Devil".<br />
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Big Dreams ...but why not aim high! <br />
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If you have read my work so far you know that I have a lot of characters, just like in real life, and using George RR Martins style, many will stay but many die or leave the story.<br />
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I have been told that my work is very Dickensian, a great compliment as I love Dicken. Also I have been told that my murders are very gory for a grandmother to write. What can I say, I also love Stephen King. You will have to decide for yourself.<br />
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I will be back to update soon and perhaps let everyone read the first chapter of "One For Sorrow".<br />
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Thank you for your support and encouragement - I love it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11786520193244855180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634927978025237300.post-30332154588730370602012-10-22T13:08:00.001-07:002012-10-22T13:08:55.841-07:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11786520193244855180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634927978025237300.post-23455863072962861172012-09-24T12:08:00.001-07:002012-09-24T12:08:06.948-07:00Ten for the Devil - Novel (WIP) Welcome to my new Blog site. The other did not have the necessary space to grow. Here is hoping that this one will be informative, interesting and you will come back to see me again and again.<br />
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My title comes from a 1600 century poem called a "Murder of One" author unknown. We have all heard parts of the poem but never knew it all or where it came from. When we saw a murder of crows we would start counting same and recite the verse but would stop after three or four. This is one version of this poem - there are many:<br />
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One for sorrow</div>
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Two for mirth</div>
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Three for a wedding</div>
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Four for a birth</div>
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Five for silver</div>
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Six for gold</div>
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Seven for a secret not to be told</div>
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Eight is for Heaven</div>
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Nine for Hell</div>
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and Ten for the Devil's Own Self</div>
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The last line stayed with me for a long time until I decided to make it the title of my first novel "Ten for the Devil" a Historical Suspense - Murder Fiction. The story starts in England but will climax in the City of St. John. (in 1860's Saint John was spell such) during the "Great Fire of the City of St John June 20,1877. While the city is burning my antagonist and hero's lives will collide. Seth Shaw is a murder - Michael McLaughlin is our hero. As a servant boy on Seth's father estate in England, Michael watched Seth murder a young girl. The story is about their lives intertwining and the damage evil and obsession can do. PS - I do have quite a few characters but I murder a few off.<br />
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Excerpt from a Chapter - Black Communion:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Seth kicked his horse into a run down the remaining trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His hair, hands and clothing coated in blood
and bone fragments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His nose took in the
meaty smell of blood running down his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A slow moving line of blood dripped down over his cheek and onto his lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His tongue darted out carefully catching the
drops before they ran further.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Savouring
the taste of his brother’s blood on the roof of his mouth, Seth whoosh it
around through his teeth and cheeks as if he was sampling a fine glass of wine.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seth closed his eyes before swallowing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A sweet atypical smile crossed his face and a
bone nerve-jangling thrill ran down his spine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For the first time since Zach’s murder, he felt the shock of his
actions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No moral or spiritual reflection
I can assure you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was as if all boundaries between Seth and his body evaporated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could see himself standing off to the side
watching his physical body strike his brother continuously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A wild spirit that he knew was his inched closer
and stood with Zach; feeling and rejoicing with each glorious smash of the iron
horseshoe ripping, tearing strong muscle and bone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their cheeks were side by side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Zach’s tears, and unanswered pleads he could
now feel as if they were his own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seth
was sick to his stomach and stopped his steed to retch up his breakfast in the
tall grass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The joy when spirit and body
reconnected was over-whelming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt
his body; its arousal was a shocking side effect. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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