Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Shades of Pink Interview - Susan Harris

After giving you teasers of the stories included in the Shades of Pink Charity Anthology in September, this month I'll tell you a little more about the authors involved. I interviewed them with questions about their contributions, their writing life, their works in progress...

Today, Susan Harris

Kallysten - First, thank you for being a part of this anthology. The pink item you chose or your story was a pink bridesmaid dress worn by the narrator… and she wasn’t very fond of it! Did you ever have to wear something like that in the name of friendship… or did you have someone wear it for you?

Susan Harris - Yes, out of friendship I had to wear a dress for my cousins wedding that I wasn't at all confident in wearing. I am not a dress type of girl and that, coupled with high heels and the heat (wedding was in Cyprus and being typical Irish, I cannot handle it one bit) made me so uncomfortable. But I had to suck it up and smile and try to get over it, being that I was maid of honour. Lets just say if I ever do get married, I would be more than happy to do it in jeans and a t-shirt.:-)

K - What is it you like best about writing paranormal or fantasy stories?

SH - There are so many places the genre can take you and so many interesting creatures to create. Whilst lying in your bed, sitting in the garden or even traveling on a train, with paranormal or fantasy stories you are transported into a world without limits, without restraints, where the writer is free to indulge the reader in a delicious taste of worlds we otherwise would never be able to experience.

K - Do you see a link between writing stories with extraordinary elements that tell us about the world we live in through metaphors and writing poetry, where images and metaphors play such a large role?

SH - Yes, I do think that both writing stories and poetry are linked because in both areas of writing, the writer must paint a clear enough picture so the reader can imagine the world they create or interpret the words in a poem the way they wish them to be protrayed. It is the writers job, whether it be stories or poetry to chose their words wisely so that the reader can experience the true magic of their words by using their own immagination.

K - Can you tell us about your current writing project or next release? 

SH - My next release will be the second book in my Midnight Assassin series called Blood Stained Vengeance and it is due out in December. ( And thats an exclusive) and I am currently in the process of writing Book 3 in the series, which as of yet has no name.

K - Would you care to share an excerpt from it?

SH - Excerpt from Blood Stained Vengeance.

Under her feet, a young male stumbled out of the door and staggered his way up the alley, his hands feeling against the urine stained walls to hold him up. Her own blood began to pound in her ears in anticipation of the hunt. Surely enough a leather clad vampire bled from the shadows, it's eyes glistening red as fangs poked out from her upper lip. Weaving like a snake, she waited as her prey emptied the contents of his stomach on the ground before resting his forehead against the wall.

As the smell of imminent death tickled her nostrils, Cassie pushed off the ledge, silently falling through the air. Landing in a crouch, she pulled her sword from its sheath. The sound of the glorious metal sliding out attracted the vamps attention and she spun round. A hiss escaped her snarling mouth, the twisted face of a monster holding Cassie's glare. The drunk boy rounded the corner out of view and Cassie smiled.

“Awh pity, don't ya just hate it when your take out ends up at the wrong address.” Cassie pretended to inspect her nails as if she was unimpressed by the vamp in front of her.

The vampire shrieked, lunging for Cassie, all claws and fangs. She easily pivoted out of her reach. Her blood sang and she felt alive, more than she had in months, the lust for the kill overpowering and addictive. Breathing in, she rejoiced in the scent of anger and fear radiating from the vamp. The momentary lapse in concentration was all the vamp needed to land a sucker punch to Cassie's face. She recoiled backwards, landing with no grace, flat on her ass.

Swearing under her breath, she pounced up and twirled her sword, awaiting the chance to strike. The vampires eyes were frozen open, and Cassie realized her hood had fallen down in the scuffle. She watched the vamp cautiously for a few minutes before taking a step forward.

Retreating her steps, the vamp held out her hand in surrender. “I meant you no disrespect assassin.... I didn't know it was you till I saw your face. Those eyes really are quite remarkable....and your scar....” her voice trailed off, most likely due to the look of contempt on Cassie's face. Taking in the smell of lemon and ginger Cassie was able to deduct two thing- the vampire was old and she was going to die.

Boldly strolling up to her, Cassie shrugged, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. “So my reputation proceeds me, goody....,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Shame you won't get to tell anyone that you got to dance with the vampire boogyman now isn't it”. Before she had even uttered the final word, she was in front of the creature. Swinging her sword, it hit its mark with precision, slicing through the vamps neck. The magnificent sound of metal against crunching bone was a symphony to her ears. Within seconds the body disintegrated into ash, any evidence the monster had been there washing away in the rainfall.

K - Thank you again for being a part of Shades of Pink. Any last word before I let you go back to your writing?

SH - Thank you for letting me be a part of this great cause and for giving me the chance to right a fun story without worrying about killing off characters or the end of the world and letting the characters have a happy ever after. I wish the anthology all the success it deserves and feel lucky to have been a part of it.

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