Today we have a special visit from Nina Perez, author of The Twin Prophesies: Rebirth. Nina is the last scheduled Author interview this month and also hosts a variety of blogs and sites. To find out more about them, please visit the links after the interview.
Nina Perez is the head blogger over at Blog It Out, B*tch. Okay, she's the only blogger. A collection of the best of those blogs will be released in paperback and for the Kindle in October 2011.
She is also a contributor to Choose or Die, Elephant Words and one of the merry band of independent authors rocking it hard at the Literary Underground. Her short story, Amongst the Tulips, was published in Foliate Oaks online literary magazine and their editors voted it one of the best short stories of 2009. She also runs the book review site for independent authors, Nina's Nightstand.
In other words: She likes to write. A lot.
The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth is her first novel. The Twin Prophecies: Origins will be released in the spring of 2012. You can follow Nina on Twitter and Facebook. Or email her at twinprophecies (at) gmail (dot) com.
Weston: Nina, thank you for coming and giving us a brief view into your life and opinions on Halloween. So what does the holiday mean to you?
Nina: Scrambling every year to start a costume search for my kids, hoping I can find something appropriate for my daughter, and trying my best not to jump them for their candy the moment they return from trick-or-treating.
Weston: Haha, I feel for you there. Exercise that willpower. Isn't it a shame there isn't more for adults to do to celebrate this season. I know you're busy, so I'll keep this short and sweet. Speaking of sweet, I think everyone looks at Halloween as a snapshot in the year when they can exercise their sweet tooth. What's your favorite candy over this haunted holiday?
Nina: Those miniature Snickers. I could eat a whole bag.
Weston: Those are certainly appetizing. I'm sure even the monsters have to exercise willpower to keep from pigging out on chocolate during this time of the year. If you could choose one of the creatures to be, which would you pick, and not necessarily because of their predilection toward chocolate.
Nina: A vampire. They've got the coolest gig with all the staying up all night and living forever.
Weston: True. There are certainly some positives to being a Vampire. Although, I'm not sure I could deal with the eternal chill of no heart beat, blood circulation, or bodily warmth. Thank you for joining us Nina and for giving us a brief glimpse into your great book.
High school sophomores Jack Morrow and Violet Ross don’t know each other, but they have similar secrets: she can feel the emotions of others and when he touches people, he can see their future. A tragic accident thrusts them into a world where they learn an even bigger secret: all the mythical beings they believed to be fictional are real.
Guided by prophecies predicting the end of the world, the mysterious Dr. Tesla - who leads an alliance of supernatural beings - helps Jack and Violet come to terms with this secret world, control the growing powers within them, and face an unspeakable evil determined to possess their very souls.
Rebirth is the first in a series that follows Violet Ross; sarcastic, smart, rebellious and Jack Morrow; sensitive, brave and loyal, as they unlock the mysteries behind magic as old as time, team up with a centuries-old vampire, and expose the corruption within the inner sanctum of a secret alliance - all while trying to graduate from high school.
The two bridges that crossed the Preston River, connecting Little City to South Rosemont, were the Sagaw and the Newton. The Newton went from the warehouse district of Little City into the west side of South Rosemont and the Sagaw started at the tip of the shopping district and deposited commuters on the east side. Residents joked that from the sky you could tell the annual income of each side of South Rosemont simply by the make and model of the cars going across either bridge - the east side residents tending to be a bit more of the working-stiff variety.
Either way, it wasn’t something spoken about too often or too loudly. Rosemont residents liked to think that no matter their socioeconomic divisions, they were still better off than people living in a city like Philadelphia or New York. They considered Rosemont one of the best truly all-American small towns on the east coast.
Like all small towns, Rosemont had its traditions and stories, passed down from generation to the next, losing a bit of detail and truth along the way. There were incidents the town would never forget, like the time a fire claimed the lives of ten nuns in a Catholic church in southwest Rosemont. That story was told so many times in so many ways, that by the latest retelling, the nuns’ screams could be heard for miles before the fire trucks arrived. In truth, the nuns had been long dead – suffocated on the smoke - before anyone knew to call for help.
For many years people would talk about what happened on Maclean Road one evening in early September. They’d talk about the bizarreness of the accident and the sadness of it all. And, one day, they’d talk about how that was the start of everything.
Diane Morrow and Marianne Ross thought nothing of it when their husbands each took the wrong bridge home. It would have made more sense for the Morrows to have taken the Sagaw, and the Rosses the Newton, considering where they lived, but the women were so content from a wonderful night of good food and conversation that they welcomed the extra time the scenic routes provided.
Diane rested her hand on Nick’s thigh as he drove, looking out the window and smiling to herself. The Preston River was calm to their right and the nearly naked trees of the woods swayed to their left. Dinner with the Loebs had gone well. Joseph Loeb was building a community of condos outside of Philadelphia and Nick wanted in on the contract. He could use the work, and they could use the money. Nick hummed as he drove, and Diane knew he thought the dinner had been a success as well.
Heading westward, the Rosses were also feeling good about life. They had no financial worries – their issue was time. After all these years, Marianne’s hours at the hospital still caused problems. The couple could go days without seeing each other and family meals were often Brad and Violet eating alone at the island in the kitchen, for it seemed a waste to set the table for only two. Date Night provided them with the opportunity to reconnect, recharge, and rekindle.
Marianne leaned forward, looking past Brad to get a better view of the river. In the moonlight, the water looked as endless as the sky and shimmered like onyx. It reminded her of the evening they’d had an anniversary dinner there; a nighttime picnic under the stars. It would be the last happy thought she’d ever have.
She opened her mouth to recall the memory aloud when Brad jerked the steering wheel of their mid-size SUV sharply to the left, into the other lane of traffic. Where it had seemed just a moment before that they were the only ones on the road for a mile in either direction, Marianne was now staring in horror at two headlights, coming at them fast.
In the other car, Diane screamed for Nick to look out, and briefly thought they were going to avoid the accident. Nick stared straight ahead, but instead of swerving or applying the brakes, he pressed down hard on the accelerator and pointed the nose of their sedan directly at the SUV.
He never stopped humming.
Metal met metal. The engine of the late-model sedan entered the front of the car, shredding Nick Morrow’s lower half and killing him instantly. The Ross’ SUV rose up from the rear, threatening to flip the whole vehicle upside down, atop the sedan. Instead, as the sedan spun violently towards the river, the momentum caused the SUV to spin too, and land on its side. Brad Ross died instantly as well; his neck broken.
When it was over, Marianne Ross lay pinned inside her car listening to the hiss of steam, the leaking of fluids and her own struggle to breathe as her lungs filled with blood. She’d been a nurse long enough to know what was happening to her.
A few feet away in the mangled sedan, stopped dangerously close to going into the river by a guardrail, Diane Morrow was also dying. She thought about only one thing: Jack. She knew he’d be taken care of, but it wouldn’t be the same. A child needs a mother.
As Marianne felt herself fading away, there was great sadness that she wouldn’t see Violet graduate high school, get married and have children of her own. A girl would need her mother for such things.
As both women let go of the last threads of life, they prayed their children would have a mother to care for them, somehow. And though they had never met, their last thoughts were of each other.
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Weston Kincade ~ Author of Invisible Dawn and A Life of Death