Rita Dinis's Blog - Posts Tagged "engel"
When short PLUS short EQUALS novella.
I’ve been very inspired lately.
First, I’m constantly editing the 1st book of my vampire saga – I had to divide it somehow to make it work. When I first wrote the book in Portuguese, it included only one POV – Maria’s – the human. Then, one day (3 years ago), I decided to write a separated book with a different POV: David’s – the vampire. Well. I didn’t work that well. So I decided to articulate both POV’s and make it more dynamic. I think it’s going along fine.
Second, the angel thing has been consuming. Like, literally. What started as an isolated, random angelic episode with blood and possessiveness [i.e., Insane Affection] became something more – a ‘to be continued’ followed, and more creatures of heavens descended to play their part in a mini-sequel. ‘Whispers in the Dark’ had been born. I thought it would be the end of the fallen angel’s issue.
It wasn’t.
Inspiration struck once again.
‘Whispers in the Dark’ had an open end. So all I had to do was follow my guts. It went on.
I gave my main character – Sarah Davis –, a purpose I never thought she would have - a central role in the story. Other characters appeared – fallen angels and archangels – all of them with a peculiar way of living and coping with condemnation.
And I’ve been on it since then.
It won’t be long enough to become a novel – but it’ll become an interesting novella, I hope. I think it has some potential. When I decided to explore this subject (angels and etcetera), in late September, I never thought the plot would evolve like this. No, for me the celestial theme was spent and I hadn’t imagination to go on. Apparently I surprised myself.
I’m naming it ‘Engel’.
Not in a thousand years I imagined Rammstein would be my muse.
First, I’m constantly editing the 1st book of my vampire saga – I had to divide it somehow to make it work. When I first wrote the book in Portuguese, it included only one POV – Maria’s – the human. Then, one day (3 years ago), I decided to write a separated book with a different POV: David’s – the vampire. Well. I didn’t work that well. So I decided to articulate both POV’s and make it more dynamic. I think it’s going along fine.
Second, the angel thing has been consuming. Like, literally. What started as an isolated, random angelic episode with blood and possessiveness [i.e., Insane Affection] became something more – a ‘to be continued’ followed, and more creatures of heavens descended to play their part in a mini-sequel. ‘Whispers in the Dark’ had been born. I thought it would be the end of the fallen angel’s issue.
It wasn’t.
Inspiration struck once again.
‘Whispers in the Dark’ had an open end. So all I had to do was follow my guts. It went on.
I gave my main character – Sarah Davis –, a purpose I never thought she would have - a central role in the story. Other characters appeared – fallen angels and archangels – all of them with a peculiar way of living and coping with condemnation.
And I’ve been on it since then.
It won’t be long enough to become a novel – but it’ll become an interesting novella, I hope. I think it has some potential. When I decided to explore this subject (angels and etcetera), in late September, I never thought the plot would evolve like this. No, for me the celestial theme was spent and I hadn’t imagination to go on. Apparently I surprised myself.
I’m naming it ‘Engel’.
Not in a thousand years I imagined Rammstein would be my muse.
Engel [Teaser 1]
There you have it, a little excerpt of my latest work - Engel, Book 1 (of a Series I intend to name the same).
Maybe this small piece will sharpen your curiority...
'The night had arrived and RosenRot, the standoffish nightclub in downtown Freiburg - a place that wasn’t famous for its sympathy. The same thing happened with the goers.
All of them consisted in strange, dark people. Ones pretended they were dark and punk. Others clearly didn’t, because darkness was inherent to them.
Nightly, a special gathering of five creatures invaded that specific place, which seemed to be of their liking. They all shared a permanent aura - fading and slight, but it was there, not visible to human eyes. They were only seen from the skies, if the skies wanted to see them.
Most of the time, the skies despised them - for there was no place for worrying about angels and renegades, heavenly creatures that had fallen.
Earth was their penitence. Live among humans was one of their many sentences.
Five fallen angels sat in a rounded table, waiting for their leader, Rike. Former archangel. Powerful. Tough. Demanding but forgiving, nonetheless.
Rammstein echoed in the nighclub, screaming that God knew they didn’t want to be angels. The music, so strangely fitting the moment, made Kat wonder. Little did those humans knew their lyrics were in fact very correct: there were angels, there were guiding stars, there was… a God - not that lenient as most of humans believed.
Kat’s red hair shone under the artificial lights twinkling intermittently. Her blue bright eyes matched her similar’s eyes. All of them were blue eyed. Except for Rike.
Who, in that exact moment, went through RosenRot’s door. His shine was undeniably superior, a typical brand of someone of a different league.
“Greetings.” He said, nodding. Silently, he sat on the only chair available.
“Rike.”
All of them complimented Rike, whispering his name - a clear sign of respect. Rike was not only an archangel in between angels. He was also socially active in the human civilization.
And while Rammstein claimed angels were creatures that lived out of the sunshine, infinitely far from Earth and that had to grasp onto stars for not to fall from the heavens, Rike eyed us with a knowing look, resting his badge and gun on the table. No one proffered a word. We all waited for him to start talking.
“What seems to be the problem?”
His tone, soft but firm, gave no space to hesitation. Kat was the one breaking the silence.
“We found a star.” She said, eyeing Rike with determination.'
More will be available soon*
Maybe this small piece will sharpen your curiority...
'The night had arrived and RosenRot, the standoffish nightclub in downtown Freiburg - a place that wasn’t famous for its sympathy. The same thing happened with the goers.
All of them consisted in strange, dark people. Ones pretended they were dark and punk. Others clearly didn’t, because darkness was inherent to them.
Nightly, a special gathering of five creatures invaded that specific place, which seemed to be of their liking. They all shared a permanent aura - fading and slight, but it was there, not visible to human eyes. They were only seen from the skies, if the skies wanted to see them.
Most of the time, the skies despised them - for there was no place for worrying about angels and renegades, heavenly creatures that had fallen.
Earth was their penitence. Live among humans was one of their many sentences.
Five fallen angels sat in a rounded table, waiting for their leader, Rike. Former archangel. Powerful. Tough. Demanding but forgiving, nonetheless.
Rammstein echoed in the nighclub, screaming that God knew they didn’t want to be angels. The music, so strangely fitting the moment, made Kat wonder. Little did those humans knew their lyrics were in fact very correct: there were angels, there were guiding stars, there was… a God - not that lenient as most of humans believed.
Kat’s red hair shone under the artificial lights twinkling intermittently. Her blue bright eyes matched her similar’s eyes. All of them were blue eyed. Except for Rike.
Who, in that exact moment, went through RosenRot’s door. His shine was undeniably superior, a typical brand of someone of a different league.
“Greetings.” He said, nodding. Silently, he sat on the only chair available.
“Rike.”
All of them complimented Rike, whispering his name - a clear sign of respect. Rike was not only an archangel in between angels. He was also socially active in the human civilization.
And while Rammstein claimed angels were creatures that lived out of the sunshine, infinitely far from Earth and that had to grasp onto stars for not to fall from the heavens, Rike eyed us with a knowing look, resting his badge and gun on the table. No one proffered a word. We all waited for him to start talking.
“What seems to be the problem?”
His tone, soft but firm, gave no space to hesitation. Kat was the one breaking the silence.
“We found a star.” She said, eyeing Rike with determination.'
More will be available soon*
New novella coming up!
The Exclusive Author’s Edition of ‘Engel’ will be soon making an appearance.
Final edits and Cover Art are quite done to prepare the final version of ‘Engel’, soon available for some lucky readers!
Giveaways will be promoted and you’ll be able to read the first book of a series that will hopefully grow - there are two books for now - into something I don’t quite know yet - how it will evolve, how things are going to develop.
I have the plot figured to some point, but after that… I don’t know. For now, it’s quite enough to create a second book - Cove - but after that… who knows? The sky is the limit!
The official version by Horrified Press will be available in 2014 so prepare yourself, sharpen your teeth to sink them in the flesh of… well, enough spoilers.
Engel is a novella that will feature creatures of Heaven, Hell and Earth - and will sure grab your attention and will make you devour each and single page of drama, suspense and wicked romance all the way. Worry not, there will be space for pure, untainted feelings… but the cost will be high.
Angels come and go, others creatures pass by and… humans simply linger. Others suffer and some others… are born with a purpose.
Find out how and why.
Part 1 of ‘Engel’ is available to read as an excerpt - so I invite you in.
Reviews, comments are most welcome and I would love to hear from you, reader!
Here's a little excerpt from Part 2 to spice up your interest :)
‘I got up from the chair, blocking the Iphone screen in a swift, upper click.
Automatically I put my left hand on the back pocket of my jeans, checking the rounded euro coins format I was still getting used to.
I turned, preparing to make a small run but I didn’t make it. My legs wanted to walk forward, but I didn’t even perform a complete footstep.
A man stood exactly in front of me, on the class room’s stage.
How he stood there, next to me, without making a sound - was a mystery.
Overwhelmed with his presence, I took my time taking him in. My thinking froze and, as I realized he wasn’t in fact any of my students, I wondered who that man might be.
He stared at me, accessing me with curiosity and surprise. Maybe even astonishment. What, did he know me from somewhere? For moments I wondered if he could eventually know something about me and my previous life I didn’t know anything of.
Brown eyed with matching hair color, his complexion denounced him as local. Slightly combed, a couple of hair stripes falling and decorating his forehead, white shirt discreetly adherent to his form and formal, black suit pants.
I blinked, amazed at his size and appearance: a foot, maybe a foot and a half taller than me, shirt sleeves up ‘till his elbows, with a penetrating, disturbing gaze. I had a feeling he knew everything about me - possibly more that I actually did, and that made me recoil a little.
I blinked several times, as if I was stuck in a daydream, trying desperately to wake up. I kind of hoped the man would disappear, but… he remained there, right in front of me and blocking me in between him and my chair. I gulped dry, my mind blank, still devoid of thinking. That was a lot of time for a blank.
“Yes?” I whispered, hoping to get an answer. Something. Anything. To listen to his voice and state if it sounded as sexy as the man looked.
Whatever. Just move, so I can state if you’re real or not.’
Final edits and Cover Art are quite done to prepare the final version of ‘Engel’, soon available for some lucky readers!
Giveaways will be promoted and you’ll be able to read the first book of a series that will hopefully grow - there are two books for now - into something I don’t quite know yet - how it will evolve, how things are going to develop.
I have the plot figured to some point, but after that… I don’t know. For now, it’s quite enough to create a second book - Cove - but after that… who knows? The sky is the limit!
The official version by Horrified Press will be available in 2014 so prepare yourself, sharpen your teeth to sink them in the flesh of… well, enough spoilers.
Engel is a novella that will feature creatures of Heaven, Hell and Earth - and will sure grab your attention and will make you devour each and single page of drama, suspense and wicked romance all the way. Worry not, there will be space for pure, untainted feelings… but the cost will be high.
Angels come and go, others creatures pass by and… humans simply linger. Others suffer and some others… are born with a purpose.
Find out how and why.
Part 1 of ‘Engel’ is available to read as an excerpt - so I invite you in.
Reviews, comments are most welcome and I would love to hear from you, reader!
Here's a little excerpt from Part 2 to spice up your interest :)
‘I got up from the chair, blocking the Iphone screen in a swift, upper click.
Automatically I put my left hand on the back pocket of my jeans, checking the rounded euro coins format I was still getting used to.
I turned, preparing to make a small run but I didn’t make it. My legs wanted to walk forward, but I didn’t even perform a complete footstep.
A man stood exactly in front of me, on the class room’s stage.
How he stood there, next to me, without making a sound - was a mystery.
Overwhelmed with his presence, I took my time taking him in. My thinking froze and, as I realized he wasn’t in fact any of my students, I wondered who that man might be.
He stared at me, accessing me with curiosity and surprise. Maybe even astonishment. What, did he know me from somewhere? For moments I wondered if he could eventually know something about me and my previous life I didn’t know anything of.
Brown eyed with matching hair color, his complexion denounced him as local. Slightly combed, a couple of hair stripes falling and decorating his forehead, white shirt discreetly adherent to his form and formal, black suit pants.
I blinked, amazed at his size and appearance: a foot, maybe a foot and a half taller than me, shirt sleeves up ‘till his elbows, with a penetrating, disturbing gaze. I had a feeling he knew everything about me - possibly more that I actually did, and that made me recoil a little.
I blinked several times, as if I was stuck in a daydream, trying desperately to wake up. I kind of hoped the man would disappear, but… he remained there, right in front of me and blocking me in between him and my chair. I gulped dry, my mind blank, still devoid of thinking. That was a lot of time for a blank.
“Yes?” I whispered, hoping to get an answer. Something. Anything. To listen to his voice and state if it sounded as sexy as the man looked.
Whatever. Just move, so I can state if you’re real or not.’
