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The way of Santiago/El Camino de Santiago
I never thought I would get addicted to writing when my first idea for a novel popped in my head.
In fact, it all started very randomly. The ideas I had - and in which I’m working on as avidly as I can - are galloping and blossoming daily.
What started as a funny way to pass the time became a need. A necessary way of emptying my brain of ‘content’. I don’t know if that’s how it happened with you (fellow writers) but that’s how ideas flow out my mind.
I will not bother you with details of how and when characters and plots started to become alive inside my head - that’s the goal of my website : http://ritadinisinternational.webs.com
In there you will find everything (decent) about me and my writing endeavors. I urge you to participate, read and find out all the free content I have available for you to read and comment on. I’ll provide the links soon :)
Today, the big news is the release of an anthology “Suffer Eternal - Tales of the Undead Vol 1”, featuring a short-story of mine (among many others): ‘The way of Santiago’.
This piece was written in an September afternoon. The mood was appealing and the nervousness of the character invaded me. Santiago’s grief was all I lived for some consistent hours. Originally part of my vampire series on-the-go, Santiago is someone that will try, at all cost, save a very special human. Given the nature of his job, (he is a mortician), and so used to deal with death… the man finds himself wondering about someone as hurt and fragile as himself.
Find out how and why :)
This anthology is NOW available on paperback (lulu.com) and ebook kindle (amazon). Here’s a glimpse of the piece. And enjoy your readings*
‘Vaya, I felt nervous.
I had been used to dealing with nerves rather efficiently for the last ten years, but still, today I felt like a maggot surrounded by giant, menacing feet about to smash me. Vampires. They sure were looming creatures.
My footsteps echoed in the large hall of that palace-like manor, strategically mixing with all the relics Paris possessed. In such a city nothing seemed strange or eccentric. Everything was allowed and worshipped as art. Hence, the fabulous blending lore vampires had here, and what a lore–one of the most powerful in Europe.
I had been summoned to testify for the highest representatives. What an honour, or on second thought what a nightmare, and why? Well, my life hadn’t been very standard lately and the oddest things had happened some consistent miles south.
I was a coroner, Forensics M.D. for a living. I lived in Madrid, but I had been born in Andalucía. Sevilla had been my home town–and also the place where I accidentally got inside their world. It had been my curriculum that had saved me from certain death–after all, I was going to be a doctor, and vampires knew better than to ruin their chance of having someone inside of a Hospital who could literally cover for their needs and deeds.’
Rita Dinis*
Tales of the Undead - Suffer Eternal
In fact, it all started very randomly. The ideas I had - and in which I’m working on as avidly as I can - are galloping and blossoming daily.
What started as a funny way to pass the time became a need. A necessary way of emptying my brain of ‘content’. I don’t know if that’s how it happened with you (fellow writers) but that’s how ideas flow out my mind.
I will not bother you with details of how and when characters and plots started to become alive inside my head - that’s the goal of my website : http://ritadinisinternational.webs.com
In there you will find everything (decent) about me and my writing endeavors. I urge you to participate, read and find out all the free content I have available for you to read and comment on. I’ll provide the links soon :)
Today, the big news is the release of an anthology “Suffer Eternal - Tales of the Undead Vol 1”, featuring a short-story of mine (among many others): ‘The way of Santiago’.
This piece was written in an September afternoon. The mood was appealing and the nervousness of the character invaded me. Santiago’s grief was all I lived for some consistent hours. Originally part of my vampire series on-the-go, Santiago is someone that will try, at all cost, save a very special human. Given the nature of his job, (he is a mortician), and so used to deal with death… the man finds himself wondering about someone as hurt and fragile as himself.
Find out how and why :)
This anthology is NOW available on paperback (lulu.com) and ebook kindle (amazon). Here’s a glimpse of the piece. And enjoy your readings*
‘Vaya, I felt nervous.
I had been used to dealing with nerves rather efficiently for the last ten years, but still, today I felt like a maggot surrounded by giant, menacing feet about to smash me. Vampires. They sure were looming creatures.
My footsteps echoed in the large hall of that palace-like manor, strategically mixing with all the relics Paris possessed. In such a city nothing seemed strange or eccentric. Everything was allowed and worshipped as art. Hence, the fabulous blending lore vampires had here, and what a lore–one of the most powerful in Europe.
I had been summoned to testify for the highest representatives. What an honour, or on second thought what a nightmare, and why? Well, my life hadn’t been very standard lately and the oddest things had happened some consistent miles south.
I was a coroner, Forensics M.D. for a living. I lived in Madrid, but I had been born in Andalucía. Sevilla had been my home town–and also the place where I accidentally got inside their world. It had been my curriculum that had saved me from certain death–after all, I was going to be a doctor, and vampires knew better than to ruin their chance of having someone inside of a Hospital who could literally cover for their needs and deeds.’
Rita Dinis*
Tales of the Undead - Suffer Eternal
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*
