Malice in Wonderland
After months of searching, I finally have the signed contract to a new apartment in my hands. *Que the woohooing*
I just finished reading Eternal Kiss of Darkness…All my undead-loving friends: if you haven’t read this book yet, you are so missing out. Mencheres has been added to the list of favourites, right next to Drac, Jean-Claude, Eric Northman…am I forgetting someone?
Seeds for a new plot have begun to sprout within this twisted mess I call my mind…there’s just one major element that I can’t decide on. Too bad I’ve been so distracted finding more music from these guys that I’ve hardly worked on it all. Ah yes, the spectacular A.D.D makes an appearance. Oh well, at least I’m playing something other than Diminished 7…
Malice In Wonderland
This glam rock(heavy on the glam) trio is out of Norway, and you can find them here: MySpace: Malice In Wonderland
I laughed when I heard the name. I laughed when I saw the band(effeminate men are all fine and good, but I draw the line at pink lipstick). The first video I watched was for Lucifer’s Town. Then I turned off the video and listened…so worth it. The music is awesome.
Is this the most beautiful slong I’ve ever heard? Could be.
“Set us free, soon we´ll let this world be
What it is, come taste my kiss
Take my hand, follow me to Wonderland
It´s true, my heart belongs to you”
And now onto (more)revisions…so much to write, so little time.
Diminished 7 inspired: Lavigna’s P.O.V
My Diminished 7 obsession has become fairly serious. The music is just so deliciously dark. The lyrics are that irresistible fusion of romantic/tortured/wicked and Alex Crescioni’s mad vocal skills give Ville Valo a run for his money. It makes my frosty soul shiver in delight. Today I couldn’t stop playing this one song in particular…
Find them on MySpace Diminished 7
The song inspired me to revisit Shawn and Lavigna. The product is a (brief)continuation of Shawn’s story, but this time it’s switched to Lavigna’s perspective. It will be the last piece featuring Shawn and Lavigna; they keep telling me that they want their own book…
Enjoy but beware: I have opted to post now, obsess over editing later.
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I laughed quietly at the fervor in Shawn’s voice. It was so refreshing to find a human with such a pure soul. I pictured his smooth tan face framed by sun bleached blond curls. I could still smell him, lingering on my skin. His Sunday morning sunlight scent that was comforting and somehow achingly familiar. I groaned. Crap, crap, crap! I couldn’t believe I blissed him out! I hadn’t intended to influence his emotions, but something about him made my control slip. As difficult as it was to admit, I knew that’s why his feelings for me were so strong. Nothing else would make sense. What I couldn’t quite understand was his pull on me.
Of course every vampire could put a human in trance- we never would have survived otherwise. Even today, with laws to protect humans, hunting without using some degree of compulsion was next to impossible, and usually damaging to the donor; the human mind is so very fragile. It can snap so easily under duress. Vampires could convince human minds to believe nearly anything if we so wished, but I’d never met anyone other than myself who could convince a human to feel. Joy, sorrow, lust…love. Of all the emotions, I had never played with love before. It seemed cruel to trick the heart and inevitably break it. But like all the emotions that I could create, I was sure this one would fade. And when it did, Shawn would probably hate me. He would have every right to.
My plan to get close to him had been strictly based on curiosity. The House had been been in a state of upheaval since the day Alexa walked out. Faine was like a brother to me and other than throwing all his worldly possessions around and spitting curses at everyone who resided in the House of Thorns, he had been a closed book. He confided in no one about what had happened with Alexa. I knew that more than his father’s death, his mother’s weakening health and the impending battle with Delaney, the loss of Alexa was hitting him the hardest. In all our time together I had never seen him gaze at anyone with such adoration.
Since Alexa refused to speak with me herself, I figured her best friend was the next best source of information. I wanted to persuade Shawn to reveal Alexa’s secrets. I admit, I did magnify his drunkenness in the club; I was worried he would be too loyal to Alexa to come with me. You shouldn’t have toyed with someone so untainted, I scolded myself. I had already decided by the time we got back to his apartment that I wouldn’t use compulsion, again, to uncover the truth. But it hadn’t taken long to discover that Shawn knew even less than I did. Yet I’d stayed.
What had come over me? I shook my head as if the movement would help make sense of my thoughts. There was something in the depths of his perfect cornflower blue eyes that I hadn’t ever seen in another human’s eyes: trust.
When we unveiled ourselves to the world, many of the human’s who had always longed to associate with vampires suddenly had a change of heart. Suddenly they realized just how mortal they were. And of those who still lusted after us, those with a death wish or who reveled in fear or wanted one kinky night to boast about, they were always very aware, in their heart of hearts, that we may steal their last drop of life. And they feared it, they feared us; we saw it their eyes, we tasted it in their blood.
Except for Shawn. In my life, never had someone offered himself to me and not feared me. Oh, he was afraid; he was prey to my predator, belief can only sway instinct so far, but he didn’t fear me. He didn’t flinch at my touch.
I shouldn’t have bitten him, but I couldn’t resist tasting him. I couldn’t resist the temptation, to see if he would really put his life in my hands. And he had, for better or for worse. He had simply accepted what I was. Perhaps that was the answer to my own enamored feelings; I had never tasted someone as pure as Shawn.
I felt a sudden stab of fear. Too much of a good thing almost always ended badly.
I spread me wings, pausing for a moment to savor the freedom, like finally stretching your legs after sitting bent up for too long. The velvet darkness beckoned and I sprang off the ground, cutting through the frigid spring air into midnight’s embrace. I dove over the river, determined to put distance between Shawn and I before I let myself turn back.
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DieVanity
As you have probably noticed, I’ve added a few buttons. Some of you seemed to have missed the tiny little “Join me on Facebook” link… I must add that I did not create these buttons. I’m good, but my specialties lie elsewhere. I would love to give whoever did create them credit, but unfortunately, after searching until my eyes glazed over, I can’t seem to find names. So basically, if it’s you, reveal yourself and I’ll give you credit.
I’m halfway through Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick and wondering if I was expecting too much…
Apartment hunt: Bottrop 100, Danielle 0. I don’t understand how so many things can go sideways so quickly. Everytime it looks like it might work out, the rug gets pulled out from under me. I’m far too impatient for so many complications.
The release of the next novel in Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series is coming up quickly. I’ve been waiting with bated breath to have Shadowfever in my hands after the unhappy ending of Dreamfever. In light of this upcoming release(January 18 2011), I’ve decided an excerpt is in order.
Speaking of Karen Marie Moning, if you want a shot at winning a signed copy of Darkfever(who doesn’t?!), write an email explaining which three Fever series characters you are thankful for this (American)Thanksgiving! You have until November 30th. Get more details here: contest details
Check out this band out of Italy that I stumbled upon. I’ve had it turned up loouud the last couple days. Moody, emotional rock? Yes, please. Dreams & Nightmares gave me goosebumps, Twilight made me want to weep. Well done, DieVanity.
If you happen to be in Torino, Italy, you can catch them live, opening for NEGATIVE January 21 2011. You can also find them on MySpace DieVanity
Diminished 7
I fell in love last night…
If you like HIM, then listen up because these guys are incredible.
Yes, I love them. Am in love with them. Am obsessing over them. I was blown away with the first chord, and melted to a puddle of black mush when he began to sing.(Still don’t know who ‘he’ is…yet.) Diminished 7 has been added to the ‘repeat/favourites’ playlist with HIM and Charon.
I am pleased to say (without lying) that with the help of Google maps I’ve finished the first 1/3rd of the House Of Thorns sequel, which I was calling Fist Full Of Lies, but I’m not sure how well that’ll fit once the story has taken a little more shape. The little man who can jump into the Google maps has helped me immensely in setting descriptions. So thanks to whichever intrusive person came up with that idea. I spent a good deal of last night exploring Vermont…
I’ve been wondering lately if I have some kind of invisible target on me because annoying people keep finding me. Yesterday I was hobbling (at least I can walk now. It feels more disgusting that anything else, kind of like someone filled my leg up with jelly. Occasionally I can feel the blood pulsing through it. Sound like fun?) through the park with my youngungs, taking the dog out for his evening walk. My youngest was holding the leash, as she usually does, and a couple with an ugly chihuahua called me a terrible mother and threatened to call Ordnungsamt(literally, officers devoted to keeping the order) because I let such a little kid walk such a large dog. I asked why, several times, and finally the guy, red in the face from arguing with me, says ‘because!’ I scoffed and told him that because wasn’t a good enough answer. Seriously, kiss my ass.
Then today, I went into the grocery store intending to grab a few things for my soire this evening. I was concentrating on my youngest sorting through the baskets inside the entrance, trying to find ‘the right one.’ I swung my daughter’s collapsible buggy around to tell her to hurry up, and the wheel accidentally struck an old man’s shoe. Hit it. Didn’t roll over his fat fucking toe. Came to a gentle stop against the sole. And I apologized(I’m Canadian). And what does he say? That I should look in front of me. I gestured to the kid surrounded in basket. He told me to take her by the hand and get out of the way. I shouldn’t have wasted the breath on an apology.
I finally watched the new Robin Hood the other night. I loved it. This time Marian is one tough Lady. I love to see the women ride into battle with their men. Of course, with Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett, how can you really go wrong?
