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Judgement of Souls
By Margarita Felices
If you have to find a sacred book in order to redeem your parents, find and kill Max, the person responsible for their punishment. The same man that broke your heart and turned your perfect world upside down and try to keep the mortal man you now love safe from this vindictive Vampire’s sword, then you should read Rachel’s story.
JUDGMENT OF SOULS is a Gothic horror in which a naïve pureblood Vampire is tossed into the mortal world. Rachel meets Daniel, a nightclub owner and his group of friends and after Daniel’s best friend is murdered by Max, becomes embroiled in the search for an ancient Vampire artefact. Rachel tries to fight off her feelings for Daniel, even siding with her Vampire friend Arun to think again about Daniel’s involvement, but he’s her love and she’s going to protect him, no matter what.
EXCERPT FROM JUDGEMENT OF SOULS 3: The Kiss at Dawn
Rachel landed softly on the tiled floor. The rooftop garden had received its usual hoard of visitors that day but as always, nothing was disturbed. She was glad of the quiet, this was her place to think and gather her thoughts, even though she could still hear the faint voices of the usual Friday evening band of office workers making their way to the most popular bars in their area. By ten thirty Cardiff was a lively metropolis filled with loud music and voices. Different coloured lights shone from neon signs, reflecting onto walls and windows and onto passing cars that seemed oblivious to the petty squabbles that were starting up in the streets. The smells from restaurants wafted around the city streets enticing all to come and eat. Rachel remembered back to the days when the city was just a shipping town that exported coal and steel, but still one of the greatest ports in the world. She loved to look out from the tower of the Castle and see the changes that had taken place. The old shanty type shops were now new shopping precincts; the changes and better health care meant the people seemed to live longer. She guessed it was probably the main reason why immigrants descended on the city when their ships made port. They brought their families to this new city and soon a multicultural area called Tiger Bay was born. Old terraced houses had filled with children and laughter, neighbours met on doorsteps to gossip and at the end of each week, husbands took their wives to the local public houses, each visit ringing out into the night with songs of old ways and old countries. It was a community so alive and caring that when eager politicians decided it all should be pulled down to make way for penthouses, bars and cafes and these people scattered to different areas of Cardiff, they unknowingly tore away the one thing the city cared deeply about, the heart that was its communities. For a few years after, it was a sterile cold place, with odd remnants of the past still visible. But now Cardiff was about to celebrate its centenary as a city; and a new caring society was beginning to rise from the ashes of the old; a new life, a new sense of community, a new Cardiff. And Rachel couldn’t be happier. Few places of the old city were left, which is why Rachel liked to spend most of her time in the open tower of the castle that dominated the centre of the city.
With just over an hour left until sunrise, Rachel leaned over the edge of the tower looking down onto the street below. She was an alluring woman aged around thirty-two with shoulder length brown hair; and if it wasn’t for her porcelain skin and slender physique she would easily be the kind of person you’d pass in the street, quickly glance at and then glance away from. The blue jeans, the white woollen jumper and three-quarter-length leather jacket she wore accentuated her slight figure. She had seen the tower with its sculptured roof garden and ornate Victorian fountain when she flew over the castle and the scent from the orchids that grew there wafted up as she past. She decided to take a closer look and after the first time she came as many times as she could. Time had passed, and a hundred and thirty-five years later, she couldn’t think of anywhere in the world where she felt more comfortable. She could think here; she often brought books and immersed herself in the mortal world that at times she wanted so much to be a part of.
And this was her favourite time of the night; the streets were quiet, except for a few revellers making their way home. The street lamps illuminated the city, as did the lights scattered around the castle she watched the world from. On the ground, a white mist started to rise from beneath the city, similar to a warm breath on a cold night. A light breeze brushed passed her and although it was late autumn, the skies were clear with several stars and a big bright moon.
But that same breeze drifted Rachel into a dream-like state, to thoughts of the Elysium and the day of her embrace. She remembered the temple decorated with a mixture of coloured ribbons, lilies and vines and her parents, Phillipe and Arianna de Grosnez, who watched as Demitri, the highest ruler in the Ministry of Elders, prepared her for the next steps in a tradition that had started six thousand years ago. Demitri had given consent to her birth - as siring an offspring without Ministry consent was forbidden – and it was therefore right he would be the one to end her mortal life and give her this new life.
She smiled as she remembered her feelings of excitement and the stories her parents had told her as she grew up about the ceremony and what she would become.
It was her coming of age.
Then she clenched her hands, her knuckles whitened and her smile faded as she remembered the attack on the Elysium, her parents’ banishment from their home and betrayal by the one person she thought she could trust; all those memories, a lifetime away, but still fresh in her mind. There was only one person to blame: a man who had broken her heart and condemned her and her parents to shame. Shaking his image from her mind, she recalled the night she convinced her parents they should sleep until she could redeem their souls from the darkness and re-install them back into the centre of the Elysium. As they lay together, she kissed them, covered their coffin with a slab of stone and left them to the darkness.
One last look around and Rachel leapt over the turret and made her way down the back-facing wall of the tower. It was a twenty foot drop that would have probably killed or severely injured a mortal, but Rachel landed gracefully and walked away, almost floating as she hurried. She had a little under an hour to get back to the safety of the coven.
The Underground Palace was a refuge for people tired of the usual designer-clad, boom-cha music clubs that filled the city. Set back in the older part of town away from the trendy clubs, it was an 18th century Gothic-styled church with pillars and arches to the front and sides decorated with spirals and stone roses, that up to three years ago had most of its roof resting between rotting benches and overgrown plants and was in urgent need of repair.
But when Daniel and Tobey saw it they knew it was perfect, and spent nearly every penny they owned in restoring it. With its newly acquired underground reputation, the club catered to head-banging heavy metal, Goths and Indie freaks and was ‘the’ place to hide and become someone else, if only for a few hours. It was a full house tonight as Daniel and Tobey sat together, transfixed on the dance floor. It had been Daniel’s idea to hold a Halloween fancy dress party; usually they didn’t bother, leaving that sort of event to the over-commercialised clubs in the town, but they needed an excuse to bring more punters in tonight.
Daniel Moore was in his middle thirties, with shoulder length dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the scantily clad women dancing provocatively close by him to gain his interest. Instead, he chose to busy himself by rolling a cigarette and then lighting it; he’d seen it all before and it was getting to be old hat.
But his friend Tobey Jacobs sat fascinated at what he saw was on offer; even Daniel’s chatter didn’t deter his gaze from at least one young woman in particular. Tobey smiled as the woman made her way towards him. His short blonde hair glistened under the theatrical lights that bounced off the walls and was offset by the blueness of his eyes and the playful, yet mischievous look they portrayed.
I live in Cardiff with my partner and three little mad dogs and I work for a well-known TV broadcasting company. I love living in Cardiff because, for all its modernisation, there are still remnants of an old Victorian city. I love writing and base my stories in Cardiff because it has such character. When I can, I go out to the coast and take photographs, mind you, we have a lovely castle in the city centre and a fairytale one just on the outskirts, so when I feel I can’t write anything, I take a ramble to those locations and it clears my head.
I suppose it was inevitable that someday I would write a novel. My teachers at school used to limit me to no more than ten pages. When I left school, I wrote short stories for magazines, and it paid my way through college. I am Gothic; I love the fashion, the architecture and the music. The club in my novel is real. When I was writing book one, I got all my club material and clientele from here, I wouldn’t have finished that section without it.
My first full length novel is called Judgement of Souls: The Kiss at Dawn. It’s the last story in a trilogy. I am currently writing story two, the prequel, and after that will be the very first book in the series. I’ve written short stories for magazines, one about a fake psychic, one about a woman who after an accident is given blood and then starts to see grisly murders in her dreams. And I have a TV script, it’s a romantic story that needs a re-write, it needs to be much longer and it needs to be made into a novel. It’s on my to-do list.
Author Question and Answer:
Q: Tell us something about yourself, where you’re based, and how you came to be a writer?
A: I live in Cardiff. For all its modernisation, there are still remnants of old Victorian Cardiff. I love the castle in the centre of the city and the fact that you have the sea on one side and the mountains on the other side of Cardiff. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. I’ve always loved to write. My teachers at school used to limit me to no more than ten pages. I wrote short stories for magazines, it paid my way through college.
Q: What genre do you generally write and have you considered other genres?
A: Supernatural stories, they are fun and you can let your imagination run riot. I wrote a romantic story once as a screenplay. I might re-write it as a novel one day, I liked the story.
Q: Did you have any say in the title / covers of your book(s)? How important do you think they are?
A: Very important. I loved the cover the moment I saw it. I did have another idea but I think that will fit nicely in book two. I chose the title myself and didn’t want it changed.
Funnily enough each book will be called Judgement of Souls. But it will have a smaller title after it… The next is called Judgement of Souls: The Call of the Righteous.
Q: What are you working on at the moment / next? Do you manage to write every day?
A: I’m writing book two of the Judgement of Souls trilogy. I’d like to write everyday but it’s not always possible, I have a full-time job so I try and fit writing in when I can. I carry a Dictaphone so that if I get ideas I can record them for later.
Q: Some writers like quiet, others the noise of a coffee shop etc., do you listen to music or have noise around you when you write or do you need silence?
A: I write better at home and usually at night. I have the TV on or I listen to music, I need background noise.
Q: What do you like to read?
A: Anything supernatural. It has to grip me in the first few pages, my time is precious and I don’t like to waste it, I’m picky about what I read. If you write about a certain object and take five pages to describe it, I’ll just close the book and not pick it up again.
Q: If you could invite three people from any era to dinner, who would you choose and what would you cook (or invite three people, hiding the takeaway containers)?
A: I would definitely invite Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker and Anne Rice. Can you imagine what kind of conversation we would have around the table? I’d be frightened to go to sleep that night I can tell you. But I bet I’d get a great story from it all. I love seafood and pasta, so perhaps that and maybe some Sushi.
Q: Where can we find out about you and your work?
A: At the moment you can contact me via www.bookstogonow.com
I’m in the middle of having a website made for me and I’m getting a Book Promo done.