13 Wicked Days of Christmas with Adrian Phoenix

December 16, 2011 in Author Interviews, Contests

Adrian: Hey, thanks for asking me here to help celebrate the holidays with y’all! I’m looking forward to New Orleans in 2012 and meeting everyone at AAD! I thought it might be more fun if, instead of me answering holiday questions, if I asked Dante, Heather, Von, and Lucien from The Maker’s Song books how they celebrate the holidays—or if they even do!

All four of them are here at Club Hell, relaxing at the bar with various drinks of their choice. To start, I handed out description questionnaires to each to fill out for those of you who haven’t met them before. Once that’s done, we’ll go into a group holiday discussion. All right, guys. Hand ‘em over. (Looks over questionnaires. Rolls eyes).  A bunch of comedians. I should’ve known. All right, I’m posting these just as you wrote them up. So there. Starting with Dante.

Name: Dante Baptiste

Age: 24.

Height/Weight: 5’9 and, shit, dunno, chère. Never bothered to step on a scale. (shrugs)

Hair/Eye color: Black and brown.

Identifying physical marks: Got a small tat of a bat above my heart. Seven piercings in each ear (last time I counted, that is), black-painted fingernails.

Single or taken: Taken, for true. (smiles at Heather)

Anything else noteworthy: Aside from fangs and wings and bondage collar? Eyes go gold when using Fallen gifts. I was born vampire, so that makes me a True Blood, but I’m also Fallen on my father’s side, and a creawdwr. Oh. And I’m frontman for Inferno.

 

Name: Heather Wallace.

Age: 32

Height/Weight: 5’4, 110 lbs.

Hair/Eye color: Red and blue

Identifying physical marks: Um . . . none that I can think of. And I won’t put down what Dante just suggested. (laughs)

Single or taken: Taken. (winks at Dante)

Anything else noteworthy: Former FBI agent and profiler. Mortal, and definitely okay with that. Now I’m bonded—heart, mind, and soul—with Dante. An unsettling experience at times. I’ve always wanted to be a voice for the dead, a voice for justice, but after I met Dante, I learned that the living need a voice too.

 

Name: Von McGuinn

Age: I was 31 when I was turned 40 years ago, so I guess that makes me 71. Still jailbait, nightkind-wise.

Height/Weight: 6’2, 200 lbs. of pure nomad muscle. (flexes biceps.)

Hair/Eye color: Brown and green.

Identifying physical marks: Crescent moon tattoo underneath my right eye, mustache framing my mouth. Fangs. Clan tattoos all over my body. (winks)

Single or taken: Very single, darlin’ . . .

Anything else noteworthy: Besides being nomad and a llygad—nightkind warrior-bards and historians? (sweeps a hand up his body) Just all this, doll. The complete package.

 

Dante: And modest to boot.

Von: (nods) You bet your ass, little brother.

Heather (whispering to Dante): Does he even know what modest means?

Von: I heard that, woman.

Dante: (whispering back) I think that means no.

Von: I heard that too.

(Dante and Von exchange a friendly round of uplifted middle fingers.)

 

Name: Lucien De Noir.

Age: My little secret.

Height/Weight: 6’8 and, like my son, I haven’t bothered to step on a scale.

Hair/Eye color: Black and black.

Identifying physical marks: Wings, waist-length black hair. Eyes turn gold when manifesting Fallen nature.

Single or taken: Single.

Anything else noteworthy: Fallen. Known as the Nightbringer, I’m also Dante’s father and once ruled Gehenna until Lilith tricked her way onto the Black-Starred throne.

 

Adrian: Let’s get this interview rolling. First question, just out of curiosity, what are you all drinking?

 

Dante: (lifts bottle) Absinthe.

Von: Because nothing says Christmas like a bit of wormwood. (Another friendly round of uplifted middle fingers are exchanged.) Me, I prefer Jack Daniels.

Heather: I’ve got Bailey’s and coffee. With whipped cream and a bit of nutmeg. (Sighs happily.) Yum.

Lucien: Cognac.

 

Adrian: Next question: Do any of you celebrate the holidays? I figure Heather does, but . . .

 

Heather: Yup, that I do.

Von: Being nomad, no. I mean, not the traditional Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza stuff. Nomad clans celebrate the winter solstice. Dances, candles in trees, a feast. All good stuff. A celebration of life and the long night and the promise of dawn and returning spring.

Dante: Wow. That sounded like a voice-over for some apocalyptic end-of-the-world-we-must-start-over flick. But a poetic voice-over.

(More uplifted middle fingers.)

Heather: Did you continue to celebrate the solstice after you were turned?

Von: Shit, yeah, doll. But since I’d left my clan to follow my chosen path as llygad, I was generally by myself, so celebrations became shorter and quieter, but no less booze-soaked. (laughs) Then I met Dante and roped him into celebrating with me since he didn’t have any traditions of his own.

Dante (shrugs): Still don’t.

Heather: (smiling at Dante from over the rim of her coffee mug): I think we’ll start a few traditions of our own.

Dante: As long as it doesn’t involve drunken nomads dancing in their boxers around a bonfire in the woods while screaming, “The Holly King is dead! Long live the motherfucking Oak King of Winter Solstice! The Holly King is dead!”, then I’m good, catin.

Von (indignantly): I wasn’t drunk and you were dancing too.

Dante: I was laughing too fucking hard to dance, mon ami. You in that antlered crown . . . (grins)

Von: The Oak King needs a crown. Now shut up and drink your holiday wormwood, you heathen.

(Laughing, Dante flips Von the double bird, a gesture he kindly returns.)

Heather: What about you, Lucien? I have a hard time imagining that the Fallen celebrate the holidays.

Lucien: You’re right, we don’t. But once I left Gehenna for the mortal world, I sometimes found myself participating in various celebrations out of curiosity or—sometimes —friendship.

 

Adrian: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received or gave to some other unfortunate soul?

 

Heather: One Christmas, when I was a kid, I received a bottle of hand lotion from an elderly aunt. Hand lotion—Jergen’s, I think. The worst present a ten-year old ever received. Did I mention that it was hand lotion?

Von: (winks) Up the age to twelve, and that hand lotion would be a gift most boys would appreciate.

Dante: (snorts)

Lucien (thoughtfully, in his deep bass rumble): I once gave a severed head on a silver platter to a vain queen. Given that the head belonged to her husband, I don’t think she appreciated it. One should always be careful of what one asks for . . . especially aloud.

(Von and Dante stare at Lucien. The sound of crickets fill the room for several long moments.)

 

Adrian: Oh-kaaaay, then. Moving on. What is your favorite holiday food? (I hope I don’t regret asking this one!) Let me clarify for you nightkind. Name a food that isn’t blood. Dante, I know that you’re curious and have tasted food from the plates of mortal friends, so think of a holiday fave. Von, from your mortal days . . . ?

 

Dante: Yeah, d’accord, chère.  In that case, for me, it’s dark chocolate covered cherries.

Von: Pumpkin pie with cinnamon cream.

Heather: Mashed potatoes and gravy. Comfort food.

Lucien: The heart of my enemy grilled with rosemary and a bit of sage. (Everyone stares. More crickets. Lucien laughs, long and hard. Wipes at his eyes. Sighs.) I’m kidding. But honestly, if you could’ve see your faces. Turducken. Fried. Again, I kid. Your faces! (chuckles) I love hot buttered crescent rolls.

 

Adrian: What is your least favorite holiday song?

 

Dante, Heather, Lucien, & Von (in unison) : “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer!”

 

Adrian: What is your favorite holiday movie?

 

Heather: A Christmas Story. I watch it every Christmas. Love it!

Dante: Huh. I’d hafta say Edward Scissorhands or A Nightmare Before Christmas.

Heather (whispers to Dante) I think by holiday, she meant Christmas, not Halloween.

Dante (stubbornly) Still holiday flicks, yeah?

Von: Okay, little brother. If you’re going there, then I choose Gremlins or Bad Santa.

Dante: Both holiday classics.

Lucien: It’s a Wonderful Life. Quite amusing.

 

Adrian: Okay, we’re all done. Thanks so much to Dante, Heather, Von, and Lucien for dropping by. I’ll talk to y’all soon. Drink up. Relax. And Happy Holidays.

 

THE MAKER’S SONG SERIES

Book 1,  A Rush of Wings,  January 2008

Tracking a sadistic serial murderer has led FBI Special Agent Heather Wallace to New Orleans, Club Hell, and the man known as Dante. But the dangerously attractive musician not only resists her investigation, he claims to be “nightkind”: in other words, a vampire. Digging into his past reveals an extensive juvenile record, but no known birth date or social security number. In and out of foster homes for most of his life, he was eventually taken in by an equally mysterious man named Lucien De Noir, who tries to shield his ward from Heather’s investigation.

Heather is sure, however, that Dante is linked to the murderer–and could be the next target. Now, she must unravel the truth about this sensual, complicated, vulnerable young man–who, she begins to believe, truly is a vampire–in order to bring the killer to justice. But what Heather doesn’t know is that Dante’s past holds a shocking, dangerous secret, and once it is revealed not even she will be able to protect him from his destiny . . .

“Hard-charging action sequences, steamy sex scenes, and a surprising government conspiracy make this debut, the first in a series, engrossingly fun.” — Entertainment Weekly

 

 

Book 2,  In the Blood,  January 2009

 

Book 3,  Beneath the Skin,  January 2010 

Book 4,  Etched in Bone,  March 2011 – Wicked Lil Pixie review

Book 5,  On Midnight Wings is coming March 2012!

A DESPERATE SEARCH. A DARK AND DANGEROUS JOURNEY. AND EVERY STEP COULD DESTROY EVERYONE DANTE LOVES. ONLY ONE MORTAL WOMAN CAN SAVE HIM . . . UNLESS THE FALLEN REACH HIM FIRST.

*minimal blurbs provided to prevent spoiling.

 

Adrian: I wanted to take this opportunity to explain why the delay in the release of the fifth Maker’s Song book, On Midnight Wings. It’ll be released the end of 2012 or the first of 2013 due to my difficulty in hitting the deadline.

Back when I was writing Beneath the Skin, I broke my ankle in Orlando at RT (and had to have surgery to repair it once I was home again), then suffered a double pulmonary embolism on the flight home. Ican’t tell you how fortunate I feel to have survived that! But I fell behind on my deadlines at that point as I was recovering. I also sold a second series shortly prior to this, so now I was behind in two series. I’ve been racing ever since mid-2009 to catch up. This will finally give me that opportunity. I’m hoping On Midnight Wings will be out the end of December 2012 and that the third Hoodoo book, Black Moon Mojo, will be out July of 2013 (if not sooner). I’m also working on a third series, Sons of Darkness, that I hope will be out in 2012. In the meantime, I’ll be posting short stories about the Maker’s Song characters and advance peeks from the peek to tide folks over.

My sincere apologies for the long delay! I appreciate your continued support. It means more to me than you’ll ever know! Y’all ROCK!

You can read a chapter from the book that opens The Maker’s Song series. Here the first chapter of A Rush of Wings.

Here’s the first chapter of Black Dust Mambo. (Hoodoo Book 1)

And the first two chapters of Black Heart Loa. (Hoodoo Book 2)

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Thank you so much for joining us, Ms. Phoenix!  We love both of your series to death, and cannot wait to meet you in New Orleans for Authors After Dark 2012!

 

Adrian Phoenix and her mascot, The Thing That Squeaks

As a writer, a person, and a mother, I’ve always believed in following your dreams, following your heart. It’s also important to keep your heart, so I also believe in being prepared for zombie attacks and can’t stress enough the importance of having regular family drills so every member of the household is zombie-ready. One never knows. Make sure the sofa is ready to push in front of the door. Be clear that if a member of the family is on the wrong side of the door when the zombie action goes down. They remain on the wrong side of the door. The greater good, etc.

I live in Springfield, Oregon in a zombie-free home (except when meeting deadlines) with three cats, Amiga, Diabla, and Ember and have two sons and three grandchildren and two granddogs. I’m the author of The Maker’s Song and Hoodoo series and short stories (the short stuff usually under Adrian Nikolas Phoenix).

I love to read and see movies, enjoy hiking with my granddog, Cielo, (immortalized in Black Dust Mambo and Black Heart Loa), and hanging out with friends.

I also love creepy things and yearns to go on a paranormal investigation. I also hope to do a haunted tour one day.

I also love, love, love music – and anything by Trent Reznor is high on the list. I also love to hear from my readers and fans, So please feel free to contact me via the CONTACT link or at adrian@adrianphoenix.com or via snail mail at PO Box 1468, Springfield, OR 97477.

 

Now that you’ve learned about The Makers Song series, please check out Adrian Phoenix’s other amazing series!

THE HOODOO SERIES

Book 1,  Black Dust Mambo, July 2010

Kallie Riviere, a fiery Cajun hoodoo apprentice with a talent for trouble, finds herself smack-dab in the middle of one of those times her mentor warned her about when she visits New Orleans to attend the Hecatean Alliance’s annual carnival: her hard-bodied conjurer hookup ends up dead in her blood-drenched bed. And he was killed by something that Kallie would never dream of touching — the darkest of dark juju, soul-eating juju — a black dust hex that may have been meant to kill her.

Now Kallie has to use every bit of hoodoo knowledge and bayou-bred mojo she possesses to clear her own name and find the killer even as that dark sorcerer hunts Kallie and her friends. But Kallie’s search for the truth soon leads her in a direction she never anticipated — back home to Bayou Cypres Noir, and to Gabrielle LaRue, Kallie’s aunt, protector, and hoodoo mentor . . . who is looking more and more like she just might be the one who wants Kallie dead.

 

Book 2,  Black Heart Loa,  July 2011

One of Spaz’s Top 3 Favorite Books of 2011

“An eye for an eye is never enough.”

Kallie Riviere, a Cajun hoodoo apprentice with a bent for trouble, learned the meaning of those ominous words when hoodoo bogeyman Doctor Heron targeted her family for revenge. Now, while searching for her still-missing bayou pirate cousin, Kallie finds out the hard way that someone is undoing powerful gris gris, which means that working magic has become as unpredictable as rolling a handful of dice.

The wards woven to protect the Gulf coast are unraveling, leaving New Orleans and the surrounding bayous vulnerable just as a storm–the deadliest in a century–is born.

As the hurricane powers toward the heart of all she loves, Kallie desperately searches for the cause of the disturbing randomness, only to learn a deeply unsettling truth: the culprit may be herself.

To protect her family and friends, including the sexy nomad Layne Valin, Kallie steps into the jaws of danger . . . and finds a loup-garou designed to steal her heart–literally.

 

GIVEAWAY DETAILS

  1. Signed set of Maker’s Song books (A Rush of Wings, In the Blood, Beneath the Skin, and Etched in Bone)
  2. Signed set of Hoodoo books (Black Dust Mambo and Black Heart Loa)
  3. Choice of any book by Adrian Phoenix

To enter, please leave a comment telling us which option (1-3) you would like to receive, and *what appeals to you about this selection* you. If you select 3, please include which book!

13 Wicked Days With Diana Rowland

December 15, 2011 in Author Interviews

 

What’s next for you book-wise in 2012?

2012 is looking to be a pretty awesome year. I have Sins of the Demon coming out in January, and Even White Trash Zombie Get the Blues will be out July 3rd, 2012. I don’t yet know when the fifth Kara Gillian book will be coming out (Touch of the Demon,) but at the best it would probably be near the end of the year (though I imagine that most likely it’ll be January again.) However, I’m hoping to have some good news soon to announce about future books!

 What is the worst gift you’ve ever received or given?

I’ve been sitting here racking my brain for a good five minutes on what the worst gift I ever received was. And, y’know, I can’t really come up with one. I’m sure I’ve received crummy or thoughtless gifts, but nothing so egregious that it stuck in my head. And I really hope I haven’t given anything awful!  Though I do admit I occasionally re-gift—but I don’t think I’ve ever regifted a gift back to the giver. Or at least I hope not!

That being said, I can definitely tell you what my best Christmas present was. Nine years ago my husband gave me a full-length black leather coat. This thing is awesome, and is exactly what every urban fantasy author needs! (Unfortunately, I live in south Louisiana, which means that opportunities to wear full length black leather coats aren’t as frequent as in other climates. Basically, anytime the temps dip below 55, I’m putting that baby on!)

What is your favorite Holiday food?

Pumpkin pie. Oh, yes, pumpkin pie.

What is your least favorite Holiday song?

Umm, most of them…LOL The ones I do like are either the more traditional types (Hallelujah Chorus, O Holy Night, et al) or the modern instrumental stuff (e.g. Trans-Siberian Orchestra.)

Do you have any Holiday traditions?

My inadvertent holiday tradition is that every year I swear I’ll get my stuff done well before Christmas… and every year I’m scrambling to get things done the week before. Sadly, this year is no different!

Any favorite Holiday memories?

My best holiday memory:

Back when I was a street cop I was single and as poor as anyone who makes a cop’s salary could be, and so I worked a fair amount of off-duty details to make extra money. Any that fell on a holiday usually paid double-time, and since I didn’t have any family obligations I always signed up for the Christmas Eve/Day details. The one I worked almost every year was at the local Walmart. They closed at 6pm on Christmas eve and didn’t reopen until 6am the day after Christmas, and so there were three 12-hour shifts available.

One year I was working the 6pm-6am shift on Christmas Eve—and since the store was closed, all we had to do was park out in front of the store in our cruiser and tell anyone who came up that Walmart was closed. (And you’d be surprised at how many people couldn’t figure that out by the simple fact that the lights were off and the big metal gate was down over the doors.)

Late that night, as midnight approached, there was a man driving a streetsweeping machine around the parking lot, busily cleaning it up. (Looking back I’m not sure why he was working on Christmas Eve, but maybe they figured the best time to get the lot swept and cleaned was when there were no cars in it…?) Meanwhile I sat in my car and read books, watched movies on my computer, and generally did my best to stay awake for 12 hours. Whenever he’d circle around near where I was parked we’d wave politely at each other.

But shortly after midnight, he left the lot, and then reappeared a few minutes later and came up to my car. I rolled down my window and he passed me a cup of coffee and held up a piece of paper (because his streetsweeping machine was still on and was loud as all hell) that had “Merry Xmas” scrawled on it. Then he drove off before I could do anything more than yell a thank you. The coffee was typical gas station coffee—strong enough to put hair on your chest, and had no sugar and no cream, but it was steaming hot and filled me with all sorts of Merry Fucking Christmas cheer. J

If you could share one lesser known fact about yourself with our readers, what would it be?

Little known fact: My first date with my husband was December 28th, ten years ago. Our wedding anniversary is July 13th, but we both forget it Every. Single. Year. However, we always remember the day of our first date, and that’s the one we celebrate.

 

 

 

Diana Rowland has lived her entire life below the Mason-Dixon line, uses “y’all” for second-person-plural, and otherwise has no southern accent (in her opinion.) She attended college at Georgia Tech where she earned a BS in Applied Mathematics, and after graduation forgot everything about higher math as quickly as possible.

She has worked as a bartender, a blackjack dealer, a pit boss, a street cop, a detective, a computer forensics specialist, a crime scene investigator, and a morgue assistant, which means that she’s seen more than her share of what humans can do to each other and to themselves. She won the marksmanship award in her Police Academy class, has a black belt in Hapkido, has handled numerous dead bodies in various states of decomposition, and can’t rollerblade to save her life.

She presently lives in south Louisiana with her husband and her daughter where she is deeply grateful for the existence of air conditioning.

 

Giveaway: Diana won’t tell me. So it’ll be a surprise! To enter, leave a comment telling us your favourite or least favourite Christmas Memory!

13 Wicked Days of Christmas With Thea Harrison

December 13, 2011 in Author Interviews, Contests

For the first time ever we have Ms. Thea Harrison on WLP (finally, thanks a lot for taking your time Thea) heh. Welcome to WLP!

Hi, thanks for having me! I’m excited to be here today!

WLP:  Can you tell us about True Colors?

I would be delighted to!  True Colors is an Elder Races e-novella, published by Samhain with a release date of December 13thhttp://store.samhainpublishing.com/true-colors-p-6565.html

For this story, I step outside the major storylines in the novels.  True Colors can be read without knowing any of the background in the books, although I think it adds to the fun to be familiar with the Elder Races world.  In the books I tell stories that have intimate romances but events that have big implications for the world: inter-demesne politics, assassination attempts, etc.  True Colors occupies a smaller part of that world and involves characters that are closer to more “normal” people we might meet if we lived in the Elder Races universe.

SpazP: I noticed that Riehl makes a brief cameo in Storm’s Heart; can you do a little recap for us?

The hero of True Colors, Gideon Riehl, is literally a name mentioned in passing in the first chapter of Storm’s Heart.  Tiago mentions Riehl when he talks to Rune about finding backup command for the Wyr army while he takes off to hunt for Tricks, who is missing.

WLP: You seem to love you some Wyr’s, is it harder to write wolves or dragons?

I DO love me some Wyrs!  Although to be fair, I love the other of the Elder Races too.  I have thoroughly enjoyed writing about the Dark Fae, Vampyres, human witches, and the Djinn, and I can’t wait to tell other stories about the different races and demesnes.

As far as which was harder to write, either wolves or dragons, I didn’t find either one difficult.  Gideon was an easy character to write about, and I quickly grew to love his and Alice’s story.  I was intimidated at the thought of putting Dragos on again for book five, but I’m finding he’s right there and ready to come out again.  Although I’m not sure what it says about me, that I have a dragon so close to the surface in my mind. Hm.

SpazP: What draws you to the Wyr mythology?

Part of what draws me to the Wyr mythology is what actually draws me to all the Elder Races—the chance to write stories about fantastic creatures with extraordinary histories and abilities.  Another thing that draws me specifically to the Wyr is how much fun I’m having interweaving their history and stories with mythology of our real world, like Tiago’s thunderbird character impacting more than one culture, or creating a background for gryphons.

WLP: What is 2012 looking like for you in terms of book releases?

The Elder Races book four, Oracle’s Moon, will be published March 6th.  I’m so excited—I loved telling Grace and Khalil’s story!  Book five is Dragos and Pia’s story again, which I am currently writing.  That will be released in the latter half of 2012, but I don’t have a date for that yet.  We are moving now to a two book a year publishing schedule.

I’m also halfway through writing another Elder Races novella, and I’m hopeful to have that released between book four and book five… mid-year perhaps?  But that is a hope; it is not confirmed.

WLP: Any 2012 book YOU are dying to get your hands on?

Oh wow, another excellent question.  I will have to confess, this year’s writing schedule has been so hectic, I have fallen waaaay behind on pleasure reading.  I don’t even know yet what’s coming out next year!

WLP: Since it’s almost Christmas, do you have any family traditions you stick to?

We like to do stockings along with regular presents.  And one of our favorite Christmas movies is The Refhttp://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110955/  There’s a lot of cussing in the movie.  If you read my books, that won’t be much of a surprise.

WLP: What is the worst gift you have ever received or given? Come on, you know we won’t tell!

The absolute worst gift I have ever received was from my aunt.  It was a cheesy plastic purse with a cheesy little plastic doll in it, suitable for a three or four year old, and I was at least six!  I guess I’m still narked about that.

WLP: Do you have a favorite Christmas treat or smell?

The smell of fresh pine.

WLP: Now onto the rapid fire round:

Real Tree or Fake Tree?

I love real but I think fake is better.  My favorite decoration:  classic green, white lights, and crimson bows.

Egg Nog or Apple Cider?

Uh, hot chocolate?

Snowman or Snowball fight?

Snowman. Unless I can sneak up on someone from behind.  Then it’s snowball fight all the way.

WLP: Finally, what is your least favorite part of the holiday season?

Definitely the commercialism.

Thanks for stopping by Thea! Don’t be a stranger ;)

Thanks so much again for having me! I had a blast visiting with you!

 Thea is giving away a copy of True Colours! To enter: Answer Thea’s question!

For readers: what holiday traditions are your favorites?  Which ones could you do without?

Guest Post: Carrie Salo

December 10, 2011 in Author Interviews

The Vatican Catacombs – a 1600 year-old secret kept by the dead

Holding the flashlight with two trembling hands, as though she wielded a weapon, she stood up and shone it into the dark.

            Everywhere was crumbling gray, stone. 

            A narrow passage wound in front of her, bordered by white bricked walls on either side that rose up to a low ceiling.  The walls opened to many doors complete with elaborate thresholds and windows above them.  And yet, it wasn’t really a hallway.  No…more like a street.  That was it.  Elise felt exactly as though she walked onto a theater set: she was in a recreation of a city street with two-story buildings on either side.

            It was incredible.  Too incredible.  This must be a dream.  She scanned using the flashlight, the beam steady as her shivering slowed.

            But, there was something wrong with this city.  Many of the windows and doors were bricked over, some of them cut off by the ceiling that came down from overhead.  There were strange engravings, statues and graffiti carvings.  It was old vandalism, in languages she knew she would not understand, even with a closer look. 

            Cautious, Elise peered inside a window only partially bricked over.  Her flashlight played over what looked like tile walls. The color had bled from them except at the corners and close to the floor, which was merely soil.  The room was empty save for a white box made of stone.  It was about five feet long and covered with intricate carvings of people – maybe twenty different scenes, like a comic strip.

            She knew then.

            The damp air, the dark – like a basement.  The watchful statues.  The coffin. 

            Underneath the floor where the letter indicated, they discovered the lost necropolis – a city of the dead.  Literally hundreds of tombs lay in the soil beneath the church.

            The buildings weren’t buildings at all.  They were tombs.  Somehow, she was in the Vatican Necropolis underneath the basilica.  

            “Doesn’t mean it’s not a dream,” she told herself aloud.  “It doesn’t mean – anything,” her words were broken by her agitated breathing.  With no other apparent options, she started down the ancient road framed by mausoleums, her pace quickening as she went.  On and on they stretched, worn faces of old gods leering at her from the shadows.  All the while, her eyes searched desperately for a staircase or door that did not lead to the dead. 

-The Sounding

As a novelist, I have heard a certain line of advice again and again. “Write what you know.”  But when you setout to write an international thriller that spans the continents, writing what you know suddenly takes on new meaning.  As in, you might need a plane ticket or two.  You might need a backstage pass – or at least a back door.  You might need to “know someone” to write what you know.  As I began to research the setting for one of the most chilling scenes in The Sounding (the beginning of which you just read), it meant gaining access to the underground Vatican Catacombs – an ancient city of the dead.

The Sounding is a supernatural thriller about an early Armageddon.  It is grounded in true history, centering on the final apocalyptic prophecy in the book of Revelation and how circumstances in our world today might bring this prophecy to early fulfillment.  Like many elements in The Sounding, the suspense of the catacombs begins in the history and research that supports it.   And that history goes way back and down under.  St. Peter was a pretty controversial figure in his day.  He challenged Roman and Jewish authority and was eventually captured and martyred on an upside-down cross in the Roman circus.  He was then buried on Vatican Hill – a cemetery for pagans as well as early Christians.  The cemetery was comprised of above-ground mausoleums, creating a literal city of the dead.

Four centuries later, Constantine (the first Christian Emperor) wanted to consecrate the ground where Peter was buried.  To do this, he built a basilica right over the cemetery.  But as the years went by and the basilica was torn down and renovated, the knowledge of the necropolis and the tomb was lost.  It wasn’t until 1939 that an ancient letter was rediscovered that described the necropolis.  The Pope ordered an excavation and rediscovered the city, perfectly preserved just as Constantine had buried it.

As my characters work to unravel the secrets and mysteries of The Sounding, I knew they would be led here – to that underground city.  And therefore, so was I lead.  But, not anyone can simply enter the catacombs.  You must receive written permission from the Ufficio degli Scavi,.  And that can be pretty hard to come by and take many months.  My husband (who was traveling with me) and I decided we were going to go with the “know someone” strategy.  We hired a famous Vatican guide to help us.  He took us through the square, the museums, and ultimately, to the gate of the catacombs.  He had secured our entrance somehow, and impressed upon us what a rare experience we were about to have.  He was not allowed to enter with us, but left us at the barred entrance, standing with the Swiss Guard who did not acknowledge us.  Eventually a woman appeared on the other side of the bars.  She slid them back, and without asking, spoke to us in English a curt and simple greeting.  And then she took us down.   Down, down, through the basement and down again.  To the catacombs.  At some point, she handed each of us a bright, shiny flashlight.

The description that Elise gives the reader is as I remember it (no pictures are allowed, so memory is all any visitors have to take back).  The air was so damp – kept moist by the earth and by the Vatican in its attempt to preserve such history.  The floor was dirt and the buildings of stone were on either side.  Strange houses.  The scene looked as though it should team with life rather than bury the dead.  The light was dreary – a few bulbs here and there were lit for excavators.  But otherwise, she was left to the darkness that had been her sky for so many centuries.  We were allowed to wander the paths – the same paths that men and women had traveled thousands of years ago.  The necropolis silently invited us to leave our prints in their dust.  As we went, the path grew narrower, and we descended even further.   I remember looking in the windows at the stone coffins.  Seeing the pottery around them, offered by their loved ones.  The graffiti was even of interest.  Yes – a mockery to the memory of the dead.  But, so old, it had become itself something to be remembered.

The paths wound back and back, eventually turning from a road to a very narrow passage.  And there, in a small niche lie a man’s bones and the words (handwritten) “Here lies St. Peter”.  I remember thinking how amazing it would be if those bones could talk.  What would they tell us about what we believe today?

While Elise certainly goes on to encounter what lies in the dark of the Vatican Necropolis in The Sounding, in my own visit, it was the history and the awe of lives gone by that reached out to grip me.  Whether by God or ghosts – the Vatican Necropolis is a haunted place.

Carrie Salo

Author of The Sounding

www.readthesounding.com

Piper Maitland Guest Post

December 8, 2011 in Author Interviews

The Scientific Basis for Vampirism in Acquainted With the Night


Many hundreds of years ago, my mom encouraged me to abandon my storytelling dreams to pursue a nursing education: “In case your husband-to-be dies,” she said in her inimitable Southern drawl, “you’ll have something to fall back on.”

When I started writing Acquainted With the Night, I finally put my education to good use. I’d worked in intensive care and the medical-surgical floor; I’d also been a chemotherapy nurse. Along the way, I married a physician, and our son became a biochemist. If you happened to pass by our table at a restaurant, you’d hear, “Pass the salt, and by the way, have you heard the latest about H1N1? It’s supposed to mutate.”

I knew it was a long shot to get NIGHT published. Everyone in my family—and my mom was the ring leader—begged me to abandon the project. Well, everyone except for my husband and son. They thought it was totally cool that I was trying to give vampires a biological history—stem cells, MRSA, and other scientific oddities. I’d write something, then I’d show it to my in-house experts (and thank goodness for them), and they’d smile and say, “Not possible. Back to the proverbial drawing board.”

I wanted to honor conventions in the genre, but I wanted to try and do something less conventional, too. My vamps can venture outdoors on overcast days, provided they wear sun block and reflective gear. In London, an oddly dressed vampire might not attract attention; but it certainly would draw stares in, say, Crab Orchard, Tennessee.

My vamps have an abundance of unique stem cells, and these cells are similar to a type of leukemia, a type that isn’t fatal to the host. Quite the contrary, the host’s organs have extraordinary regenerative powers.

A main character, Jude Barrett, is a biochemist. While conducting high density lipoprotein research, Jude discovers a longevity gene in mice, one that is located near the gene that codes for HDLs. Jude interbred mice for twenty generations, and he noted that their HDLs were two standard deviations above the norm. So, after these twenty generations, the mice exhibited 99% levels of HDL.

Basically this scientific mumbo jumbo means that the gene for vampirism is transferred through stem cells. If you’re human, and if two or more vampires bite you, chances are rather good that you will become a vampire.

Naturally, my main character, Caro, gets bitten by a rogue vampire, but she refuses to believe that she’ll turn into Lady Dracula:

One week ago, Caro’s biggest problem had been juggling her tour guiding job. Now her uncle was dead, the Kardzhali police thought she’d murdered a man, and she was stuck in a town with (maybe, possibly) vampires and a mad (but mortal) scientist named Jude.

“Isn’t there another explanation for the blood drinking?” she asked. “Like porphyria?”

“No, it’s vampirism,” Jude said.

“I’ve been bitten once,” Caro said. “In horror movies, it takes three bites, and that’s it, you become a vampire. So I’ve got two more bites to go, and I’ll turn into a ghoul?”

“It’s not the number of bites. It’s the number of stem cells that pass from the vampire’s body into yours. And how your immune system reacts.”

Caro shuddered. Best-case scenario: Somebody was making people act like vampires, and a crazy man was trying to protect her from them.

In addition to the vampires’ profusion of stem cells, they have other biological quirks. Their perspiration—hidrosis—is unique. Vamps emit an odor; some smell of ketones and others smell like menthol. It’s not a pheromone, but it mimics one. The odor affects a human’s brain chemistry, relaxing their muscles and generating a sense of calmness. It also has a bit of an aphrodisiac effect. This is, of course, helps them subdue their prey.

Here, Jude explains it to Caro:

“It’s similar to a terpene,” Jude said. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Nepetalactone?”

“Catnip?” Father Aeneas asked.

Jude nodded.

“That would explain the aphrodisiac effect,” Father Aeneas said.

“But my tabby was immune to catnip,” Caro said. “Uncle Nigel was always setting out little herb-filled toys for Dinah. She ignored them.”

Jude touched his nose. “Perhaps she lacked the olfactory receptor. Some felines have it, some don’t. It’s genetic.”

Caro smiled. “What does bat-nip do to humans?”

Jude’s face went slack, as if he was offended by the comment. “It depends on the concentration,” he said. “In large quantities, the molecule causes sedation and numbness, followed by euphoria and hypersensitivity.”

“But I thought a vampire’s saliva had a toxin—one that caused paralysis in its prey.” Caro wiggled her fingers, remembering how they had gone numb after she’d been bitten. “Surely I wasn’t anesthetized from breathing these souped-up ketones.”

“I agree with Caroline,” Father Aeneas said. “If the catnip theory is true, then people would faint whenever they got near a vampire. Sidewalks and train stations would be filled with paralyzed humans.”

Jude lowered his eyebrows, flashing his I’m-Not-Good-at-Explanations look. “When the chemical is excreted by a vampire’s sweat glands, it evaporates and diffuses into the air and becomes less potent,” he said, his clipped, controlled voice barely containing his passion for science. “If humans inhale it, they feel relaxed. But it’s fleeting. A high concentration of this molecule is found in a vampire’s blood and saliva. That’s why Caro was temporarily paralyzed. She was prey. And predators are made for survival. They stalk, pounce, restrain, and feed.”

“Why don’t vampires succumb to their own chemical?” Caro asked. “Why doesn’t it paralyze them?”

“Is a spider killed by its own venom? Jude lifted one eyebrow. “An effective predator isn’t harmed by its own methods of predation.”

Then, of course, there are the hybrids—half vampires. They produce antibodies against the vampric stem cells. If a hybrid is bitten by an immortal, an unusual biological reaction occurs: the hybrid’s blood causes a toxic reaction to the vampire, rather like anaphylactic shock. The hybrids’ concentrated blood can (in nefarious hands, of course) be used as a chemical stake to the heart.

A pharmaceutical company is researching hybrids, using stem cells to develop serum, and they re close to breaking down the genetic code, separating the genes that produce blood cravings from the ones that render immortality. They’re working on a code that links sunlight, blindness, and sensitivity to ultraviolet rays.

As one of the scientists said, “We are speaking of only a few amino acids. And we can create a biological product that will slow aging, if not stop it entirely. Those who take the product will never grow old, never fall prey to illness—and they will not thirst for blood.

Piper Maitland is working on the second book in the Night Series, A Requiem for Daylight, which will further explore the science of vampirism.