BOOK OF ANGELS is Inspired by Illuminated Manuscripts

WHO IS PETER HERGOVICH?

Check out this guest post on “A Young Adult Dreamer” blog. There is also a giveaway!

In Book of Angels, Sera has her first encounter with the Queen, who is imprisoned in the Life Box in Saint Catherine’s Monastery in the Sinai Desert. Sera must travel to the monastery with Peter and Blanca to check on the Queen.

The excerpt in this blog post tells about Sera’s encounter with the Queen.

BOOK OF ANGELS Review

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Here is the first review of Book of Angels, by Suze Lavender:

Ever since Sera found her father’s mysterious key her life has been turbulent. It’s the only thing he left her and she’s guarding it with her life. The Night Angels manage to save her when nobody else could, but there is a price. Sera is no longer a regular teenage girl with friend and boyfriend problems. Now, she has responsibilities, she has to learn how to control her impulses and she’s only just started her mission to find out what the key can do.

Sera’s nemesis is in control of her brother Salem. Sera finds out they’re now on opposite sides of the same battle, but there are also issues they have to work on together. An ancient Queen wants to escape and someone’s helping her. She should remain confined, because if she’s being freed, there will be chaos and destruction. Sera is no longer powerless but she doesn’t know the extent of what she can do. There’s so much she has no knowledge of and she needs to acquire it quickly, because there’s a lot at stake and she can’t afford to lose.

Book of Angels is a gripping book about a girl who has to grow up fast to be able to keep track of everything that is going on around her. Sera is somehow at the center of it. Both friends and allies are after her key. It’s a powerful instrument that should never be in the wrong hands. Sera is its keeper and she’s taking this task seriously. I loved her protective attitude. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, she’s resourceful and she’s determined. She’s a fantastic tough heroine and I loved how interesting K. H. Mezek makes the situations she finds herself in.

K. H. Mezek’s writing flows easily. Her story is based on ancient history and I loved the way she writes about it. I really liked the direction she’s chosen for Sera in this second book. The world building is amazing too and I loved that the story is set in different countries. Sera slowly gathers wisdom and I enjoyed witnessing that process. There’s still plenty of action in this book, but there are more subtle battles that are being fought as well. I loved that combination. I think this series is fabulous and can’t wait to read the next book.

Who Are the Night Angels? Marek Tells His Story

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In Book of Angels, readers find out more about who the Night Angels really are…and their terrible histories.

Here Marek tells his story to Sera, after a lesson in sword-fighting. It isn’t a pretty tale, be prepared…. The images it brings to mind are horrific. But the stories need to be told…the truth must be revealed.

MAREK’S TALE:

Marek drew close to me, so that I saw the fine sheen of sweat on his brow, still fresh from our practice. As usual, his expression was neutral but his eyes were cold and hard, the look I had seen in Peter’s eyes so many times when he remembered his past and the humans who had inhabited it.

“One night I overheard my master’s drunken conversation with his wife. The next morning he was going to send me to the Coptic priests at Abu Gerbe to be castrated.”

I shook my head and took a step back. This was something I had not seen in my Turning. What I had seen was bad enough. I didn’t want to find out more.

But Marek stepped forward, almost daring me to try and escape. I was against the wall and he was in front of me. I didn’t try to get away. What would be the point?

“His plan was to sell me to the Ottomans. It was against the Ottoman’s faith to make eunuchs. But the Christians had no such qualms. Do you know how they would do it?”

I shook my head.

“The priests chained the boy to a table and sliced off his penis and testicles. Then, for the healing process, they stuck bamboo catheters into the genital area, dug a hole in the sand, and buried the child up to his neck. The survival rate was ten percent. Naturally those who survived fetched a large price.”

I was revolted. I had heard of female genital mutilation. But this was something I did not know. And why should I? It wasn’t necessary to know every horrible detail of what had happened down through history!

“So…the Ottomans wouldn’t make eunuchs but they had no problem buying them?” I asked.

Marek still didn’t look angry. Only amused, and always in complete control. I wondered what it took to make Marek truly angry. I never wanted to find out.

“Humans are nothing if not hypocritical. They can justify the most horrific and obscene behavior by telling themselves lies over and over until they believe them.”

I had to admit that this was true. I’d discovered it the hard way, after my dad’s death, when the carefully preserved façade of lies hiding the true nature of Oak Haven was torn away.

“I slit the throat of my master while he slept in a drunken stupor.  It was my first killing. I ran away. I was quickly captured by a group of traders and brought to the Sultan’s court anyway. But at least I had escape castration. The Sultan was far crueler than my first master but he was of a superior intelligence. He took a liking to me and made sure I was taught history, art, poetry and philosophy. For that I am grateful.”

Marek now took a step back and I breathed easier, feeling my muscles relax slightly. When would I ever really relax, every again, I wondered?

I was too stunned by his story to say anything. We picked up our swords and walked toward the small door in the courtyard. Marek grinned sideways at me. “I see how kids in your culture pierce and tattoo themselves. Some put rings through their noses–willingly! It’s very funny to me.”

I felt grateful he didn’t expect some response from me about his terrible story. What response could I possibly give? It was all so horrible.

 

 

WHO ARE THE NIGHT ANGELS? Marianne tells her Story

In Book of Angels, readers get more insight into who the Night Angels are, from learning about their past lives. I thought I would do five posts, in the words of each of the Night Angels, telling their stories. The first is Marianne. After Sera’s Turning, in Strejan’s castle overlooking Lake Roza, Marianne sits with Sera in her room, at the top of a tower in the castle, and recounts her past….

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“I was twenty-six years old when I was turned into a vampire. On the edge of old age for those times. Before my Turning, I lived in a village by the sea, in the wild lands of Northern Ireland. My family were Druids. I was married to the gods and no man had ever touched me. We worshiped many gods and practiced human sacrifice. For you, in these days, it’s hard to understand. But for us, it was our life, we didn’t know any different. Everyone had a purpose, to toil or to serve the gods, one or the other. Life was hard, but easier for me than most. Then, the Vikings came to our village and hell descended on earth. A horde of them swept through like devouring insects. They threw my father from the cliffs. My younger sister, they raped and ran her through with a sword. My mother, they crushed her head with an anvil when she tried to protect my sister. They were dragging me by the hair to do the same when a great warrior on a white horse swept down like an angel, his brilliant eyes fixed on me in a stern and noble face.”

Marianne paused in her story, overcome with the memory. Then, she continued. “He lifted me onto his horse. You must understand it was the first time in all my life that a man had ever held me. I fought, clawed, bit and kicked. But he was an unbreakable tower of steel and only held me tighter until, finally I gave up my stuggle. We traveled back across Europe, his warriors torching the land, destroying everything before them. He kept me safe, caring for me. Anything I needed or desired, he gave to me. He became my world and I worshiped him as my new god. He brought me back to Constantinople, to that beautiful city, to his palace. He washed and perfumed me, dressed me in the finest clothes and presented me at the Sultan’s court.”

“You loved him so much!”

“Love?” said Marianne, as if trying to remember what the word meant. “Oh, yes, I loved him. But he didn’t love me. When the Sultan demanded me for his own, my lord gave me up. As a gift. Without a second thought. And then, after I had been taught and trained to obey my new master, the Sultan Turned me.”

“What happened when the Viking died?” I asked. “Did you cry, or was it sweet revenge to watch him grow old and wither away while you stayed young and beautiful?”

A dark fire smoldered in Marianne’s eyes. I dropped my gaze, out of the horror of what I already knew, not wanting to hear what she was going to tell me. “He isn’t dead, Sera. The Viking who saved me and brought me to Mehmet is Fabian Gore.”

I gasped and doubled over in agony. Every evil that existed, every cry of pain, every struggle against the darkness seemed to point back to Gore.

Marianne got up from the bed, walked a few paces, and then turned back to me. “So you see? I have no explanations for you. I now fight against the denizen that once I loved. How can I understand anything of this world, or we creatures that inhabit it?”

Introducing Author Christine Potter!

This is the first time I am hosting an author of my website. I’m very excited to introduce to you Christine Potter, author of Time Runs Away With Her and the soon-to-be published sequel, In Her Own Time.

Christine and I found out we had something in common: a love of travel. Christine carries that love into her time travel trilogy. Bean, a 1790’s folk singer, gets to time travel and it’s pretty awesome to follow her adventures. I’m intrigued by Christine’s traveling life as well and wonder what her husband does for a living and I would sure like to find out more about that haunted house! Below is a little peek into the wonderful world of author, Christine Potter. 

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SEQUELS, TIME TRAVEL, AND WRITING ON THE ROAD

I am a former homebody married to a man who lives and breathes travel. I’m also a writer of YA Paranormal fiction–and a poet. (Being a poet is kind of like playing Pokémon G; you wander around trying to catch all the poems before they jam up the cosmos. Dirty job, but someone’s got to do it.)

My favorite place to write both fiction and poems is in my cozy study in my own haunted (for real) house in New York State. But because of my husband, I have learned to write on the road. I have written in Berlin, in Edinburgh, in Nova Scotia, and squinting into the laptop in the front seat of our car somewhere in the wilds of the American West–with Ken driving, of course.

And the YA fiction I write is also about traveling…in time. It’s way interesting. And you don’t have to worry about reservations and hotels–or airport security. Or passports . The main character in my YA time travel series, Time Runs Away With Her, sure doesn’t. But Bean Donohue doesn’t always get to choose where she gets to travel, either. Or where. And that makes for all kinds of issues with her social life. So maybe it’s a wash.

Bean’s sixteen, a folk-rock musician, and mostly lives in 1970–but she gets zapped back to the 19th century, the 1940’s and the early 1960’s. And explores the dark side of the American Revolution in the Trilogy’s second book, In Her Own Time. In Her Own Time is coming out on Evernight Teen any day now, and I am dancing a jog in my seat waiting for that to happen.

I am writing this blog entry on the road now. Here’s what I have learned about writing on the road: it is impossible to write with your husband blaring some stupid show on the giant TV at the foot of your hotel bed. Especially if the stupid show is about Scottish guys building log homes with chainsaws. You need, as Virginia Woolf said, a room of your own. That requires renting a cottage which–good news–can cost less than staying in hotels, since you’ll take advantage of the local markets and cook your own food. More good news: cooking while traveling is the quickest way out of the tourist bubble I know.

You’ll eat more vegetables, because you’ll hit the local green markets and the docks, a great way to take the measure of any place. For example, on Canada’s Prince Edward Island, they sell oysters at the dock by the pound, not by the piece. You can get a couple of dozen oysters for what two Starbucks coffees cost in New York. Of course, you have to open the oysters, but you can train your husband to do that. That way he won’t turn on the TV because he will be busy in the kitchen and you can write in the quiet living room. A win-win.

The little house we checked out of in Kingsburg, Nova Scotia, was within sound of the sea with spectacular views. It had an airy loft with a desk; possibly the best place I have ever written away from home, except for the time I got stuck in Washington State after a writing workshop because of hurricane Sandy. I was traveling alone that time, and ended up coming back to New York on Amtrak.

If you can swing a room on a long-distance train, you’ll get your own personal assistant, who will carry your luggage and bring you food and drink, and be very impressed that you are a writer. I had an amazing cow-girl looking attendant taking care of me from Seattle to Chicago. I loved her. She kept slipping me free sparkling wine, which I used as a carrot on a stick for getting work done.

At dinner in a train’s dining car, you share dinner with folks you’ve never met before, which is weird at first, but then it’s great. People tend to tell you their life stories, and since you’ll most likely never see them again…hey, free material! I wrote like a fiend on the train.

I also did some very good writing on here Prince Edward Island last time, in the living room of a house owned by Lucy Maud Montgomery’s (Anne of Green Gables) family. I was staying there when I got the first book of the Time Runs Away with Her series accepted by Evernight Teen. I went and saw Lucy Maud’s grave the day of the acceptance and told her thanks. I was again a little jealous of my main character, Bean. How great would it have been to have caught a glimpse of Ms. Montgomery writing, instead? Bean would have!

I think it’s important to keep moving-both in space and time. The great thing about the past is that it’s always there for you to play with. Did I mention In Her Own Time is coming out any day now? Meanwhile, here’s a link for buying Time Runs Away With Her, a featured book on Evernight Teen just now. Happy trails!

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Christine Potter is the author of Time Runs Away With Her and In Her Own Time, YA Paranormal romances set in the year 1970, about sixteen year old Bean Donohue. Bean can slide out of her own time period and see things that happened decades or centuries ago. Being a time traveler when all you really set out to do is play your guitar and maybe get a boyfriend can complicate life! Christine is also a poet with work in many small literary magazines and two poetry collections: Zero Degrees At First Light and Sheltering In Place.

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My Guest Post for Author Christine Potter!

My Guest Post for Author Christine Potter

Thank you to Christine Potter for hosting me today! this was my first experience writing a post in exchange with another author and it was fun! Check out the post about how my childhood travels inspired Book of Angels and NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, with photos and everything.  The photo featured here is the 17th century Swiss castle I lived in as a child.

Book of Angels Released Today!

Buy Book of Angels now from Evernight Teen

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Join Sera and the Night Angels as they continue their search for the Secrets to the Origins of Life.

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Do Artists have a Responsibility to Society?

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View from my balcony right now as I write! Lake Arenal, Costa Rica.

Here is an article I just published on my other blog, which I would also like to share here.

Do Artists have a Responsibility to Society?

Almost Time for BOOK OF ANGELS!

Almost time to reveal the cover for Book of Angels, volume II in the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES!!!

Here are all the titles…as of right now:

Key of Mystery

Book of Angels

Cave of Secrets

Land of Talismans

Throne of Desire

Door of Destiny

It’s getting intense, I can tell  you. I’ve pretty much finished Cave of Secrets and I am now working on Land of Talismans. Things are heating up in Oak Haven. Not mention underground…and across the world. And I’m in the perfect place to get inspired. Tropical paradise Costa Rica.