Guest Blogger: Adrian Phoenix
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My love for the paranormal, the glimmering moonlit world of the supernatural, is that of a child.
A child believes in possibility.
A child believes that the shadows beneath her bed conceal openings into other worlds, some monstrous (and thrilling), some magical. And both require only that she close her eyes and dangle a hand from her bed to await either the rough clasp of taloned fingers or the soft brush of feathers against her palm or . . . Ah, the possibilities are endless.
And whatever she feels when she allows her hand to slide from beneath the protective shield of her blankets, she’ll be tugged into a world different from the one she dwells in. Worlds of possibility, dark and radiant, a world in which she might be needed.
As a savior. As a changeling returned home. Or just as food.
As adults, our beliefs narrow. Possibilities vanish beneath the weight of reason and science -- the language of our minds and our intellects. But the language of the heart, the yearning soul, is that of possibility.
Whenever I hear “Doesn’t exist” or “There’s no such thing,” the words whispering through my mind and stoking the fire in my heart are: Says who? A child’s mantra. Stubborn and willful and brimming with magic.
Two of my favorite shows are Most Haunted and Supernatural. Both show us what lies nestled in thick shadows beneath the bed: whatever we fear or desire (and sometimes we fear most what we desire and vice versa), beings crafted from nightmare and vivid waking dreams.
Walking to your car on a late moonless night, all alone on the street, is that a beautiful pale face peeking from the shadows within the alley? A glint of lambent eyes? A hungry face?
As you climb up from the basement laundry room is the creak on the steps behind you simply an echo or something following you, something black and glowing with embers, thick horns curving up from either side of the skull?
As you stand at the sink washing dishes, will you see someone/something looking back at you when you glance out the night-filled window?
And is that the wind rustling through the leaves in your trees or is the rush of massive wings?
My debut novel, A Rush of Wings, (Pocket, January 2008) is a world of vampires, fallen angels, and mortals; a complex and ancient world FBI Special Agent Heather Wallace doesn’t know exists. Like most mortals, she believes in the world she sees, unaware that humans are not alone and never have been.
But that changes for Heather when tracks a serial killer, one she’s hunted for three years, a sadistic murderer known as the Cross Country Killer, to New Orleans, Club Hell, and a young man named Dante. The dangerously attractive musician not only resists her investigation, he claims to be “nightkind,” which Heather quickly learns means vampire.
Digging into Dante’s past for answers reveals little. A juvenile record. No social security number. No known birth date. In and out of foster homes for most of his life before being taken in by a man named Lucien De Noir, who appears to guard secrets of his own.
What Heather does know about Dante is that something links him to the killer -- and she’s pretty sure that link makes him the CCK’s next target. Heather must unravel the truth about this sensual, complicated, vulnerable young man -- who, she begins to believe, may indeed be a vampire -- in order to finally bring a killer to justice. But Dante’s past holds a shocking, dangerous secret, and once it is revealed not even Heather will be able to protect Dante from his destiny.
The second book in the series, In the Blood (Pocket) will be released January 2009. Drop by my website www.adrianphoenix.com for updates and buy links and enter my monthly contest.
Tumble into that world of dark possibilities with Heather . . .