the prison of ice secured him
the prison of ice secured him
Ternekill is a small sleepy town in the Catskill Mountains of New York, with a lot of secrets and I love writing about small towns. Having grown up in a small upstate New York kind of town I know what’s it like living there. I am intimately familiar with small towns and with a writer’s imagination, I take this fictional small town of Ternekill and expose just a few of the secrets riding my two favorite guys from “My Soul He Seeks,” Ravol Nova and Byron Shepley. “My Fate, My Destiny” takes you a little further into their relationship and the depth of their commitment, one to the other. They do face challenges. But then again, it would be a pretty boring story if they didn’t.
Ravol is a werewolf, no secret there. He’s been very up front with Byron about that part of his background. But up to this point Ravol has refused to allow Byron to witness his change from human to werewolf. Nor will Ravol agree to change Byron into a werewolf. Just one bone of contention between the two lovers.
Ravol carries a lot of baggage, including the death of his first love, Francesco. He’s a secretive man who tries to keep his life compartmentalized, but Byron is making that harder and harder to maintain. Notwithstanding, Ravol has a lot of baggage because of who he is – a part of the ancient Zhalazti tribe nobility that carries with it a great deal of responsibility and tradition.
Byron may be human, but he has his own set of secrets and full load of baggage he carries around with him, not the least of which is that he can communicate with the Ternekill House ghostly ancestors. Ghosts that are a sure part of his heritage and tie him quite closely to the town of Ternekill. More so than either Byron or Ravol knows.
But soon, some of those dark secrets for both Byron and for Ravol are about to be revealed Some revelations are expected, others not quite so much. Ravol’s past is about to meet his present with a life-altering, perhaps murderous climax. Secrets, if left to fester can kill. Secrets if finally revealed and faced can ultimately heal.
I love genealogy and dabble in it regarding my own family. Digging into the families of Ravol and Bryon and doing the research, fictional and not-so fictional is always exciting. And Ternekill reminds me of some of those smaller town in New York that were lost in the aftermath of flooding from Hurricane Sandy that destroyed forever certain quint towns where I picnicked, and did some steamy parking too.
Oh, yes, there are secrets among those back roads and small towns. And in “My Fate, My Destiny,” a few more of Ravol’s and Byron’s dangerous secrets will be revealed as the past merges with the present.
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Fallen snow blanketed her memories…
That’s me. Yes, it is. Maybe it’s you, too. And we’re not alone.
I had an idea. Or maybe it’s that statement that started with what if? How many times do you hear that from an author?
That’s indeed how Silver and the whole world of Humanotica was created. I didn’t know the characters when I started writing the first scene that popped into my head. I was free writing and didn’t worry about genres, or correctness, or anything but the characters playing out the scene. I saw an intriguing figure – part man, part woman, but…there was more. Another day passed, and another scene popped into my head. I saw the man who “owned” her. And at first I thought he was the villain. I wrote another scene, and then another. And suddenly I saw the layers to my villain-hero. And I became intrigued, and challenged. And even more excited about the strange alliance/attraction that sprung up between these individuals in a world of fetishes and exotic modifications. A world of complex people with complex motives. And then another character popped onto the scene, further complicating relationships. And I couldn’t not write this story.
Would it sell? I couldn’t worry about it. Would people like it or think I totally lost my mind? Couldn’t worry about that either. I love world building, I love reaching for the impossible, I love wondering about what ifs. I like delving into emotions and attractions and complicated personalities. I want to take someone you should hate and reshape them. I want to take someone you might pity and fashion their strengths through those very flaws that look to defeat them. I want to take that alpha and drop him or her to their knees. I want to take a beta and give her or him strong depth and a keen intelligence and perspective you might not expect. I want to create a romance out of the unexpected.
I want to take a city and turn it on its ear, display sexual dominance and experimentation as an art form and negotiating tool ruled over by a class of nobility known as the Dominatae who polish and hone their lifestyle into a fine edge of flawless perfection and darkest power. I want to blend male and female, human and machine, spiritual and earthly.
And then I want to create and play with the machines of that world. In Quentopolis you will find the huge underground life source, the Elite Logical Life Core, the heart and brain of the city. Or the intellometer that allows its creator to divine the workings of the mind through patterns punched onto gold Politico-issued punch cards, offering intimate insight. And don’t forget the musicadium that records music, mating it with emotion using divinely erotic stimulation.
Meet the Quentopians, the Orictian warriors, the Faunfolk, the Malefici Carnaliad sorcerers. Fight against the Politicos along side the Metallitionist Resistance Fighters who seek freedom for the humanotics. Have a drink at the Music Box Saloon that offers the best in festish humanotic entertainment. There’s more, so much more to be discovered in Quentopolis.
Enter this city at your own risk. And that’s about how I’d describe my mind as well. Risky, twisted, and always conniving, never completely at rest. Worlds are fashioned and formed a piece at a time. I slide the pieces together, sometimes reshape a piece here or there. I wait for revelation and a-ha moments, and reshape some more. I listen, and I listen some more. It’s a big world – a living world – and there’s a lot more to come.
Now, back into your cave, writer. The whip cracks and I feel the sting of creativity flick keenly across my senses. Back, I say, into that complex world, to the twisted muse that ever calls for more. And I must obey.
Humanotica 1: Silver , and the sequel, Haevyn are now available.