Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Untitled Pirate Romance Introduction :)

Recently I stumbled upon an old manuscript.  I wrote this story several years back (I can't believe it's that old lol) and I'd given it to my cousin.  She wanted to read it.  A week ago, she brought it back to me and I was ready to jump up and down because I'd lost the original file on my old computer.  I wrote this story before I wrote Immortal Ties.  After looking at it, I found more mistakes than I will ever admit in my entire life. Ever. 


So I'm editing the story and I have just typed up the Introduction. There may possibly still be some mistakes in there, but if there are, I apologize.  I'll get them all before I actually decide what to do with it.  


Anyhow, here is the introduction to my untitled pirate story. 

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Introduction
1776
The Dark Lady

    Captain James Hollows stared out at the horizon.  It was nothing but crystal blue sea, a blue and white marbled sky, and himself, along with the crew of his ship, The Dark Lady.  He was headed for Port Royal to drop the last of his plundered goods, then home to his beautiful island and his empty home.  It was going to be heavenly to get there if he could do so without his brother catching up to him first. 

    Jasper, his brother, would eventually show up, James knew, because James had exactly what Jasper wanted.  His island.  If Jasper had his way, James’s secluded getaway isle would be chock full of pirates trying to dump their findings, sell things to the residents there, and make the island their personal hideaway, just like Port Royal.  There would be absolutely no rest for the wicked. 

    But, James found it first and he wasn’t sharing.  

    James felt bad enough that he had to share the trading company with his brother for a time.  He quickly realized that he couldn’t share a business with Jasper.  Jasper was a hard hearted business man just like James, but unlike James, Jasper cared little for the work.  His mind was always elsewhere and his heart didn’t exist, thanks to a certain heiress named Susanna Accord.
    James stared out to sea again and shook off the thoughts of his brother.  Typically, such thoughts left a bad taste in his mouth.  He soon spotted Port Royal coming into view.  Taking in a deep sigh of the salty sea air, James smiled.  The sea was magnificent.  It was encoded in his blood.  No other life, aside from sea life, would ever do for him.  It was all he ever wanted, other than more treasure and a fine lady to entertain inside the brothels of Port Royal whenever he took a whim. 

    The promise of a few nights of wenching and all the rum he could ever dare to drink loomed in the air.  His crew was in rather good spirits as the spirit of Port Royal’s festivities lingered ahead of them.  It was a short vacation to them, a pit stop on the way home, wherever their homes may have been.

    Once the boat had been docked and he had given the orders for half the crew to stay behind and the other half to enjoy port, then switch in a few hours, Captain Hollows was on his way to one of his favorite brothels.  He had decided to stay the night at The Red Hen before he even entered.  If Rachelle was there, he knew he’d need all the rest he could get.

    There were men all over the place already and it wasn’t quite dusk yet.  Several card games were taking place and there were bets being made, as usual.  It didn’t take long before his presence was noticed. 

    “Captain Hollows, how long have you been in Port Royal?”  One busty lady crooned, nearly knocking over a dozen shot glasses on a table as she stumbled forward. 

    “Only a little while.  Less than an hour.”  James smiled at the girl.  He easily recognized her face, remembering a night he’d spent there with her a few years ago, before Rachelle had ever come along.  “Where is Rachelle?” 

    The girl’s smile disappeared into a side smirk.  “Didn’t you hear?  She got married last week.” 

    His eyes widened.  “What a pity.”  Frowning, he took the girl by the hand and led her to the upstairs portion of the establishment. 

    It took a few hours for James to drink his fill, but when Charlie Proffitt had come to his side and announced proudly that their goods had been properly unloaded and he had received a fine payment, Captain Hollows knew that it was time to go.


    Charlie, his first mate, helped keep the captain balanced as they made it through the crowded alley ways of Port Royal with the dank smell of stale drinks and urine assaulting their noses and stomachs all the way. 

    “Easy Cap’n!”  Charlie steadied him, laughing. 

    James muttered something incoherent and pulled Charlie down a shortcut path through the middle of two shady establishments.  “This way, Charlie.”  He muttered.

    Charlie followed him.  “We never went this way, Cap’n.”  Warningly, Charlie gripped his sword.  Once, Port Royal had been called the wickedest city in the world.  Charlie wasn’t about to take a gamble with his life.

    James stood next to a pile of wooden crates in bewilderment  and Charlie’s mouth gaped wide open. 

    “My God!”  Charlie exclaimed, staring at a completely naked woman tossed over the rubble.
    James turned his head to one side and suddenly felt a tugging at his heart.  He’d just used a woman and felt the sudden need to right his wrongs by helping another.  Whoever she was, she was still breathing and some fool had thrown her to the wolves.  A woman naked in an alleyway was a treat to some of the vile ingrates that visited Port Royal.  “Looks like she’s breathing.”  He stared down at her as he went over endless possibilities in his head.  Shouldn’t he just leave her there?

    “C’mon, Cap’n.  We gotta get to the ship before the crew tears everything up.”  Charlie began to walk away.

    James stood staring at the girl.  Her long brown hair was matted behind her head.  Her chest rose and fell with the salty sea air that she breathed and her eyes were closed tight.  Every few minutes she mumbled something incoherent about her mug.  He tried not to think of the affect her body was having on his, but instead and without thinking, he lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder.  With a quick breath, he began to carry her off with him.

    Charlie stared at James as though he’d grown a second head.  “Are you mad?  It’s bad luck!” He fumed.  “We can’t have a girl on the ship!”

    “Gimme your shirt.”  Captain Hollows instructed his first mate.  It was his demanding voice, but his eyes were as wide as a child’s eyes.  James knew that if his crew were to see what he’d just seen, her perfect, naked body, there would be a mutiny. 

    Charlie huffed, but removed his shirt and tossed it over the naked girl’s body on James’s shoulder and tucked it all around her.  “I don’t know why I’m helping you do this.  She could have a husband somewhere, Cap’n!”

    James smirked, but didn’t answer.  He kept walking.

    Minutes later, James and Charlie boarded the ship.  James quickly took the girl to his cabin and flung her onto his bed and locked her inside for her own safety.  He threatened the crew with life and limb if anyone touched her.  He didn’t know what it was about the girl or why he felt so drawn to save her from the fate that Port Royal would have delivered her, but he knew that he couldn’t have lived with leaving her there for the animals at port.  His conscience would have eventually killed him. 

    The thought had crossed his mind that this girl would look really nice exploring his island…


Friday, November 25, 2011

Who's A Hater?....

Hi guys.  I know it's been a while, but I've been super busy. Super DUPER busy.  I've somehow managed to get final edits for The Demon King ready and done and handed in.  I've also written the first five chapters of my Elizabeth Bathory novel in progress, Bathe With Me, and I've also had a few other projects to work on and a few other short stories written and submitted.

But, in the midst of all this writing, I've done some reading.  I've been a member of a fan group for a certain author some of you just might know of named David Moody and until a bit ago, I'd never even read any of his books.  I asked other members of Moody's Survivors which book I should read first, and the general consensus was HATER.

Generally I think of haters as, well, ill mannered people, but in the book, David Moody's haters bring a whole new dimension to the word.  I began reading the book on Amazon (they let you read the first few pages before you decide to buy) and was hooked from the first few fast paced pages.  I moved on, ordered the book without hesitation, and a week or so later, it arrived in the mail and I could finally finish reading.  I'm not sorry that I ordered it at all.  It's a great read.

Without giving much of the plot away, I'll give you a quick synopsis of the book in my own simple way (lol)...

Dude sees other dudes knocking the ever loving shit out of each other for no reason.  Other dudes are doing this all over the place.  It's an epidemic of dudes (called Haters) knocking the ever loving shit out of each other.  HOWEVER, there is more to this epidemic than meets the eye (of course).  If there wasn't, it would be just an episode of WWE. 


All joking aside, the book was written in a way that made me feel like I was there, as though a stray Hater was going to come out of hiding and knock the ever loving shit out of ME.  Quite frankly, I like books that give me that feeling and I think most other people do too.  The characters in the book are very well fleshed out and you can see yourself or people you know in their shoes.  David Moody writes with a style that would be very easy for even the most challenged readers to understand the material (and enjoy it)-this, for me, is a plus because I think that Hater would be a great book for older teenagers who don't necessarily like to read, but enjoy a good ass kicking story.

Moody uses clear descriptions and doesn't pussy foot around the story like other authors have done.  I hate it when people do that. It makes you forget what was going on because you're now focused on a rug in the middle of the room that whatever it is is happening in.  Thank goodness Moody doesn't do that! Reading a book that takes ten pages to describe a crack in the ceiling is quite annoying. No one likes that and so many authors today do that crap.

One thing that I really really really loved about Hater, though, is that the chapters are not too long and not too short (again, Moody doesn't pussy foot around and STILL manages to tell you what's going on and describe what needs to be described to the reader with perfection!) so that I can read a chapter while waiting in the doctor's office or in the car on my way to the store (not while driving lol) or whatever.  I also loved that the main character in the story has kids and a wife and a father in law that he is on less than perfect terms with.  If I'm not mistaken, that's called DEPTH in a character and it's something that I always look for.

Situations that the main character goes through in the story are also very real and very true to life.  Things that he thinks and says while at work, while taking care of his children, while alone with his wife are all things that we've all said or thought at one point in our lives.  He's a very real person. Another bonus for readers, I think.

As some of my blog readers and facebook friends are also Moody readers and readers who may one day read this book but haven't done so yet, I won't give out the plot or major plot points, but I will say this... Well done, David Moody.

Rhiannon's Rating: <3 <3 <3 <3 FOUR hearts :)



Monday, November 7, 2011

Elizabeth Bathory Business...

Some months back, a very talented artist friend of mine shared an image of Elizabeth Bathory with his facebook friends.  The image depicted Bathory in a tub of blood, relaxed with her head back, bodies strewn about the room with blood everywhere and severed pieces here and there also.  This image brought me to google Elizabeth Bathory and find out what I could about her.  I had heard of her before, but never really read deep into her story.

Now, I've done a lot of research.  I know a lot about her.  As a matter of fact, I know almost everything.  What history has hidden from us, I've filled in with educated guesses.  She's not exactly an opened and closed case, but not exactly difficult to read either.  My book, 'Bathe With Me,' will explore all of the facts strewn in with my own fill-ins and a bit of fiction here and there to fill time gaps and such.  I won't change her story, I'll make it better.

I want to tell Elizabeth Bathory's story the way it truly happened.  After learning about her, I do believe that she deserves as much.  Even though she killed six hundred and fifty young ladies for absolutely no good reason, I feel that it would be horrible of me to write her story to suit society's tastes.  I won't have to change things for lack of drama, either.  Trust me.  There was plenty of drama, love twists, gore, and disgust in her tale.  It's not for the faint of heart.

One thing that I've learned about Bathory is that she projected her feelings about her husband and the relationship that they had on the girls that she killed.  That was sort of a no brainer.  Ferenc Nadasdy was a harsh man and he was also involved with, um, prostitutes.  Even though using prostitutes to suit a man's sexual needs was a common practice back then, and barely frowned upon, I can imagine that the women--especially someone was passionate and spirited as Elizabeth--were somewhat (or a whole lot) unhappy with it.  He also had sexual relationships with a lot of the female servants.  As a matter of fact, he would visit a servant girl before he would visit his own beautiful wife sometimes.  This also leads me to wonder if that man wasn't half blind.  Elizabeth Bathory was one of the most sought after women of her time, not only because of her fortune, but because she was an absolute knock out.

I think that when Ferenc started to see the servants and sleep with them, it messed up Elizabeth's mind a little bit.  I can understand how painful that must have been for her to see him or hear of him visiting maid after maid after servant girl after servant girl when he had a wife who craved sex, too.  Elizabeth eventually grew tired of it.  The questions and images that must have flitted through her mind probably drove her damn near batty.

Am I not good enough?  What did he do with her?  Did he do the same things with her as he did with me?  What did it taste like to him?  Does he still desire me? Did she scream out for him?

As a woman myself, I can relate to her and her thoughts.  I'm sure it hurt her pride as well as her heart.  Add the situation with her husband to her being raised in a time and place where punishment for servants often included whipping, slapping, etc. and you get a woman on the verge of madness.  You get a woman willing to risk everything she has to hold onto her family's good name.  You get a woman driven to kill to keep her beauty so that her husband (or any other man) doesn't lose interest in her. 
Anna Friel in Bathory

My friends, you get Elizabeth Bathory, The Blood Countess, a woman who is willing to take nature into her own hands and sacrifice the lives of innocent women so that she is still desirable and so that she can sate her curiosity.

The genital mutilations, I believe, were also largely done as sexual punishment stemming from her anger towards her husband and any other man who had ever pissed her off or rejected her. 

She's certainly a person of interest for me right now as I am writing about her and her life is blending and intertwining itself with mine more and more every day.  I do not intend to start killing people or bathing in their blood, but I am learning that she was actually a human being at one point in time and that in modern days, her life could have been a better one if she'd been given the help she needed (or a divorce from Nadasdy). 

Until then, I'll include that the novel will be in three parts and each part has its own title: Part One, Bone Dry; Part Two, Dripping Wet; Part Three: Soaked in Blood.