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Haiku Friday – Wonder & Spy

14 Apr

Wonder and Spy are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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When fallen angels

drop to earth, their wings torn off

How do they evolve?

Childlike wonder turn to fright

When revealed they’re doomed to night


UPDATE: Right now I’m doing the finishing touches to my book, The Fall of Lilith. I’m working on the blurb for the back of the book, dedication page and a few other things. I have the illustration for the book cover, which is something I’m very excited about. I’m planning a post featuring the illustrator’s work, along with a book cover reveal. My goal is to release the book before summer.

A Happy Good Friday to everyone!

Haiku Friday – Vie & Reach

10 Apr

Hello everyone! Welcome to ‘Haiku Friday’! Another week, another challenge from RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt words are Vie and Reach.

I immediately thought of my work in progress, The Fall of Lilith. The Fall of Lilith is the first installment of my Fantasy Angels Series which should be out later this year (fingers & toes crossed). Anyway, this is what I came up with.

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The Fall of Lilith

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

She vies to be seen

Reaching for the pinnacle

She falls the hardest

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Fantasy Artist Luis Royo


“Her ruthless ambition for power and recognition led millions of angels astray.”

Do you enjoy reading? Do you read fantasy books? Do you believe in angels? Demons? Do you believe controversial books should be banned?

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Fall From Desire – Part 2

3 Jun

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So as promised here is Part 2 and the conclusion of my short story Fall From Desire. If you have not read Part 1 you may do so here. I hope you enjoy it. As always your comments are most appreciated. I look forward to hearing from you.

Fall From Desire – Part 2

by Vashti Q

I gawked at him while he stared at my face and came closer to me. He searched for some of my curly blonde hair that was not soiled, grabbed some and sniffed it. He proceeded to nuzzle his nose against my neck, my shoulder, the top of my breasts. I closed my eyes. He breathed me in, taking in my essence. He looked up. I opened my eyes, and he stared into them. Then he walked around me, slowly, as his eyes evaluated every inch of my bare body. He parted the long hair that fell down my back and saw the jagged stubs from where my wings used to stem. He passed his hands over them with a gentle touch, and then I felt him bring his face closer to smell the stumps. He came around to face me again.

 

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

 

“Since I have arrived on this planet, I have felt only pain, fear and sorrow,” I said.

 

“I can rid you of these malignancies.”

 

“How?”

 

“You need just say yes.”

 

I gazed at him. What am I to do? I am in much pain and I grow weaker with the passing of time. I shall not survive much longer without help. I bit my lip.

 

“You do not trust me and I understand, for I have given you no reason to trust in me,” he said.

 

“You are an elegant creature, but I do not know your mind.”

 

He grinned and lifted his muscular chest. He swaggered toward me and extended his arm. He passed his hand through my hair and caressed my face. Desire for him grew quickly inside me like a Wisteria vine strangling all other emotions. Every fiber of my being was ignited like a tree struck by lightening. My chest heaved in rhythm with my shallow panting. It is happening again. I am overwhelmed with lustful desires.

 

“You, too, are beautiful to look upon,” he said. “But if you wish to rid yourself of pain and fear you must become what I am.”

 

“What are you?”

 

“I am vampire.”

 

I jolted and gasped. I had heard of such creatures in Heaven. They are the spawn of Dracul, the infamous son of Lilith and Satan. I recoiled from him.

 

“You know of my kind?”

 

“I do,” I said in a brittle voice.

 

“Do not fear me. I do not mean to harm you. I only seek what you seek.”

 

“What is it you think I seek?”

 

“Companionship,” he said, extending his hand to me. “Come with me and never be alone again.”

 

I stared at his welcoming hand for a while.

 

 

“I shall only offer this once,” he said.

 

I reached my trembling hand to meet his and he pulled me toward him.

 

He held me tightly and pressed his full moist lips against mine. I became lightheaded. Through half opened eyes, I watched him open his mouth and his teeth grow into fangs. I gasped, but before I could move, he sank his fangs into the flesh at the base of my neck. A combination of his saliva and my blood streamed down my neck. I cocked my head back and moaned, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. Both pleasure and pain dispersed through my body. My body tensed. My entire being was at peak response. As he drew my blood greedily, my body felt as if it were melding into his.

 

A delightful pressure began to build inside me. I gasped and groaned with pleasure. The pressure continued to build until I thought I would explode. Suddenly, I felt my body go into spasms of incredible delight, and my mind was flooded with a variety of pleasurable sensations. Then I felt a wave of dizziness, my body slackened, and darkness began to close in on me until I lost consciousness.

 

Upon opening my eyes, I saw the world differently. The colors of cypress trees became more vivid, and plants were verdant jewels. I could almost feel the fragrances of nature. The alligators’ bellows and the hissing of snakes became mellifluous. I lay on the ground, and Mendrion sat next to me. He smiled, and I returned his smile. He kissed me on the lips, neck, shoulders and breasts. His hands caressed my body, and his touch was heavenly. As a vampire, my body was made for pleasure and I sensed so much more. Every nerve ending inside me was excited. Every touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. I need not food, nor water—I could live on his touch alone. I was in ecstasy, but then he suddenly stopped. He got to his feet.

 

“No, do not stop. I love your hands and lips on my body.”

 

He extended his hand to me. “Take my hand, Rachiel.” I gasped when I heard him say my name. “I will allow you to keep your original name, for it is pleasing to me. Now go and join the others.” His words filled me with confusion. He pointed to the swamp.

 

I turned my face and gasped. My eyes opened wide with disbelief. There were other fallen angels like me in the swamp. They were all converted into vampires—no doubt in the same way as I was. There was not a happy face among them.

 

“Go on,” Mendrion said. “Take your place among them. You are now a swamp vampire. You shall feed on the blood of alligators, snakes, beavers, and other swamp creatures.”

 

“I shall not!” I screamed. I clenched my jaw and held back tears. “You deceived me.”

 

“I told you only the truth,” he said with a wry grin. “You no longer feel pain, am I right? If you do not feed on the blood of these swamp creatures, you shall die a slow and agonizing death.”

 

“I shall go away!”

 

“You have nowhere to go. You belong to me now and there is no escape, for your blood shall call out to me and I shall find you wherever you go. Besides, you can no longer live without my touch,” he said, and he was right—losing his stroking and fondling is what I feared the most.  “Join the others now, or you shall never feel pleasure again.”

 

Upon hearing his final words my face slackened. I shuffled to the swamp and entered the dark, gloomy bog. I stood amongst the others, merely another beauty in the murky waters. The others glared at me. We were all doomed to the same punishment. Our bodies were made for pleasure and overwhelmed with desire, but condemned to long for the touch of the same master.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

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Fall From Desire – Part 1

30 May

 

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Artist Victoria Frances


Hello! I’m almost done with the editing of my Dark Fantasy novel, The Fall of Lilith. I’m very excited with the way it’s turning out and soon I will post an excerpt from the book. In the meantime, I bring you today Part 1 of my short story Fall From Desire. It is a dark fantasy written in a similar style to The Fall of Lilith, the first installment of my Fantasy Angels Series. I hope you enjoy. 

 

 

Fall From Desire

by Vashti Q

 

 

For my transgressions, I was cast out of Heaven and exiled to planet Earth.

 

My fall was brutal as my six large wings caught fire entering the Earth’s atmosphere. I cringed, cried and screamed as the flames consumed feathers and flesh. I looped and spiraled in the air, all the while stirring and reaching toward the flames, but there was no relief from the oppressive pain or the desperate stench of roasted fleshy tissue. The fire was quenched when only the burnt bones of my wings remained. I wailed writhing in the air as the bony frames were yanked from my skeleton by a powerful force. This is what the male angels I led astray with my insatiable carnal appetite experienced as they fell from grace. I deserve worse for corrupting so many.

 

I splashed into a swamp.

 

It was night, and the only light source was the brilliance of a full moon.

 

The swamp was dominated by woody plants and teeming with animal life. The water seemed to push down on me from all sides. I floundered and flailed my arms and legs, but it only made me sink faster. I sank further and further in the swamp and away from the light of the moon. Soon, I was shrouded in darkness. My lungs burned for air. In horror, I screamed and warm, murky water filled my lungs. I shook and convulsed as my eyes caught site of alligators, snakes and all manner of swamp creatures witnessing the water take me away.

 

My eyes snapped open. I was floating over the water. I survived? I was not sure how long I was unconscious, only that it was a different night—for the moon was no longer full. I trembled in fear and remained still, allowing the current to carry me wherever it may. As I came near the bank of the swamp, I took hold of a cypress’s knee, clambered to my feet and waded out of the water. I teetered and faltered, inexperienced in walking without wings. I am no longer an angel. Realization pierced my heart. What am I now? I broke the rules of celibacy in Heaven and tempted so many to do the same with my female ways. My lustful desires and sexual appetite were my ruin. Now I am alone, never to feel the pleasure of a caress.

 

My wide eyes flickered in every direction, trying to find a way out of the desolate and wild place. The strong, musky smell of decomposing vegetation and animal matter wafted into my nose, making me grimace with revulsion. There were no such smells in Heaven. Oh, how far I have gone from Heaven’s joyful fragrances!

 

I staggered in circles, my feet sinking into the spongy, wet ground. The moisture was so dense in this habitat that everything was wet. A film of moisture covered my naked body. Water soaked my long, blonde hair and pulled my curls flat. I heard the hooting of an owl. My eyes lifted to a nearby tree and there it was, lurking in the shadows. Its large glowing eyes stared at me. Snakes slithered around my feet. Alligators peered at me with their strange eyes peeking over the surface of the water while they remained immersed. Where am I? There are only wetlands as far as my eyes can see. How am I to survive here? Do I desire survival? My body trembled, and desperate tears fell and blended with the moisture on my face. No one can hear me cry. I am alone. I continued to walk for miles. There were many sunrises and many moonrises, yet I remained alone in a world of swamps.

 

Swarms of mosquitos tormented me with their stinging and their buzzing in my ears. I had to deter countless attacks from snakes and alligators. I was covered in welts, bumps, scratches, and bites from such attacks. My body itched, ached, and throbbed mercilessly. I deserve no less for sating my erotic desires without a second thought for the countless archangels, seraphim, and cherubim I debauched with my impious and lustful ways.

 

I continued to trek the soggy swampland and began to feel an unfamiliar burning sensation in my middle. My strength was depleting, and I became fatigued. I dragged my feet and panted. Feeling faint, I collapsed. I lay on the water-saturated ground and looked up at the heavens. What is happening to me? What have I become? I lay frozen for hours, feeling so alone, waving off a plethora of insects trying to invade my body. I would rather draw my last breath than spend the rest of my days alone in this sodden nightmare.

 

“What are you?” I heard a masculine voice ask. I jolted upright in a seated position.  I stared at a magnificent creature.

 

“I-I do not know what I am. I have only knowledge of what I used to be.”

 

“Very well, then what were you?” he asked with a curious look on his face.

 

“I was once called Rachiel,” I said. “When I was an angel in Heaven.”

 

He looked at me sideways and narrowed his eyes. “You do not look like an angel to me.”

 

“Have you ever seen an angel?”

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have, and angels have wings.”

 

I, too, had wings. Large white wings—six of them,” I said, my voice quavering. “They were torn from me as I fell through the skies.”

 

He scrutinized me for a while with his piercing violet-blue eyes.

 

“I believe you. I am not sure why, but I do. Perhaps it is that something in your verdant eyes that tells me you do not know how to lie,” he said, and his big smile was stunning. “My name is Mendrion.” He was tall with a muscular build. His hair was long, thick and the color of night. Long, heavy eyelashes framed his violet-blue eyes. His skin was like an ivory mist. He looked like divine pleasure. Enough, Rachiel! This is why you were cast out of Heaven! I shuddered and got out of my own head.

 

Artist Victoria Frances

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Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

Check out PART 2 of Fall From Desire

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Fantasy Angels Series

17 Apr

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“The world created for this story is truly amazing, epic in scope and rich in detail.”

Hello everyone! As some of you know I’m working really hard on the final edits of my second novel. It’s consuming a great deal of my time and I’m finding it difficult to keep up with everything else I need to do. Soon I will be able to share a few excerpts from the first installment of my Fantasy Angels Series so that you guys can give me some feedback on it. I would love to read your reviews. In the meantime, I will continue to make my book the best it can be. Today I will leave you with a few writing quotes and some fan art by illustrator George Miltiadis. Thank you for all the support and I will be back with more short stories and articles as soon as I’m done with the editing.  Love you guys! ❤

“I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know these fascinating characters and their world.”

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Her ruthless ambition for power and recognition led millions of angels astray

“Powerful and believable characters that live and breathe.”

 

 

I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn’t sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.”
Jamie McGuire, Providence

 

 

 

I don’t know where people got the idea that characters in books are supposed to be likable. Books are not in the business of creating merely likeable characters with whom you can have some simple identification with. Books are in the business of creating great stories that make you’re brain go ahhbdgbdmerhbergurhbudgerbudbaaarr.”
John Green

 

 

 

“You don’t really understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world.”
John Rogers

 

 

 

“The only characters I ever don’t like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don’t write characters that leave no impression on me.”
Lauren DeStefano

 

 The Fall of Lilith

(Epic Fantasy with elements of Horror about angels)

The characters in this story are angels depicted in a very unique way. It is a story of many twists, surprises and a bit of controversy.

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 “The Fall of Lilith is an amazing story! It’s a fascinating reimagining of mythical events. I especially loved the vivid descriptions. The magnitude and beauty of heaven and earth is conveyed so well –– and the horror of the fallen angels suffering. The characters are also nuanced and fascinating.” ~Elizabeth Stock (Editor)

 What genre do you enjoy reading? Do you like reading dark fantasy novels? Have you ever read a dark fantasy novel?