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Saturday, September 3, 2011

02 Bewitching Book Tours guest post: Daniel Simmons - a character profile from The Gift of Illusion by Richard Brown

Character Profile

Name: Daniel Simmons
Age: 42
Occupation: Homicide Detective
Relationship Status: Married
Height/weight: 5'8 250lbs
Role in Story: Daniel Simmons is new with the Elmwood Police Department, and is having problems fitting in. Much of his past experience in law enforcement before he came to Elmwood is shrouded in mystery, leading many to believe he may have somehow weaseled into his position as a homicide detective though undeserving. He has also built up a reputation in a short time of being a chatterbox, asking too many questions of his colleagues, which only reinforces the belief that he has something to hide.
The chief of police, however, is determined to give the new guy a chance and let him learn at a comfortable pace. He assigns Simmons to work with Detective Isaac Winters on a new case involving a little girl who has burned to death in her bedroom. Isaac, while having his own reputation as being a bit of a loose cannon, is a veteran with the Elmwood P.D, and Simmons stands to gain a lot working by his side. He also stands to lose a lot too, because this is not your average case. Over the course of just a few days, Simmons will see things that would baffle even an experienced detective, forcing him to suddenly rethink his career goals. If he can just make it through this case...
from The Gift of Illusion:

"Daniel Simmons, the fish out of water. The man thrown into situation he could not grasp. The man given a part he could not play. The man everyone looked down upon and everyone doubted. Daniel Simmons, the man who doubted himself. Something monumental would happen for him at this place, he could feel it. A voice inside urged him to turn back. It told him he wasn’t strong enough—told him he was worthless. But for once, Simmons ignored the voice, and was finally prepared to prove it wrong."

Daniel's memorable quotes:

  • “Honestly, have you ever seen anything like this before?” - to Isaac, at the first crime scene
  • “You know, just because I’m a little overweight doesn’t mean I eat anymore than the next guy. No, seriously. It doesn’t. Sure, I’m willing to admit that exercise and I aren’t the best of friends. Shit, to be honest, we can’t stand each other.” - to Isaac
  • "Jesus. What in the hell is going on? I'm so confused by all of this." - examining the fourth crime scene
  • “I really don’t know what to say but I’m sorry. You know how I am. I never expected any of this. This case has always been beyond me, but I did the best I could. Now I feel like there’s nothing I can offer you anymore, and that I would only be in the way.” - to Isaac, at the beginning of the end
book description:

The Gift of Illusion
Something wicked has returned to Elmwood, and it longs to continue the study it began over a century ago. It's looking for volunteers, but few seem worthy of the gift. Isaac Winters might be the one. He's a detective with a damaged past, and something to prove. Still haunted by his wife's murder sixteen years earlier, Isaac has thought more and more about turning in his badge. Over the years, he's seen the worst mankind has to offer. Until now. A strange fire has consumed the life of a young girl. But she won't be the last. There are no witnesses and no evidence except a small stone figurine, a gateway to the past. Accompanied by a partner with questionable experience, Isaac must discover and defeat this faceless villain before it takes from him the greatest reminder of his dead wife. Their daughter. 


His hands were now sweating and the gun felt slick and heavy.  He turned left from the bottom step and saw the broken window in the dining room up ahead. Many large fragments of glass lay on the dark brown carpet beneath the windowsill.  The white curtains over the window shuddered with the force of the gusting wind.  Outside, lightning struck, and a heavy rain began battering against the roof.   
As he stepped past the stairs, his eyes still focused on the broken window, Isaac heard a slight click sound come from the left of him.  He knew the sound.  It was the sound of a hammer being cocked back, a cylinder rotating.
He twisted to his left and pointed the 9mm into the dark crawl space behind the stairs. He didn’t move or blink, nor did he breathe.  His index finger quivered on the cold, oily trigger of the gun.
What are you waiting for?
Before he could act, a brilliant flash of light robbed his sight, and an enormous wave of pressure (like the force of two storms colliding) pulsated through his body.  Falling backward, he heard nothing, not rain, nor thunder, just silence—peaceful and undisturbed. 
Upon hitting the floor, a sharp pain clambered up the ladder of Isaac’s spine to his left shoulder.  Without thought, he sealed a hand over the broken skin.  Seconds later, two large boots walked into his sight, and when he looked up, he saw the .38 caliber revolver pointed at his head.  Lying on his back, Isaac could see directly up the silver barrel; it seemed a mile wide and many oceans deep.   
Apparently satisfied, the intruder pulled the revolver away and turned toward the staircase.  On the stairs, his soppy boots thumped and whined against the wood.   Isaac got to his feet, saw the black pistol lying on the floor a few feet behind him, and staggered over to pick it up.  Then he walked to the staircase, leaned on the handrail, and applied more pressure to his left shoulder.  At the top of the stairs, the dark intruder looked both directions down the hall, and then turned right.   
He’s heading for my bedroom, for Linda!
Isaac hobbled up the stairs, gripping the wooden handrail.  From above,
he could hear banging on the bedroom door and his wife desperately crying out.   
Isaac!  Isaac!  Help!
Hearing her scream only made him try harder to push his bleeding body up the stairs. When he finally reached the upstairs hall, the banging had stopped, along with Linda’s cries.  All he could hear now was the final verse of Brahms Lullaby concluding.  

Guardian angels are near, so sleep on, with no fear.

about the author:

Richard Brown
Richard is not a vampire, yet.
while he awaits immortality, Richard spends much of his time banging his head on the keyboard trying to make sentences out of words.
since the age of ten, he's written dozens of short stories, over a hundred poems, and two novels, the first -- The Gift of Illusion -- was released May, 17 2011.
he also enjoys spending time with his daughter, girlfriend, three dogs, watching mixed martial arts, singing karaoke, debating politics, and of course dressing up for photo shoots with a guitar he never really learned to play (ahem).

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i would like to say thank you to Richard Brown for guest posting today and to you as well for stopping by. 

read my review of The Gift of Illusion HERE

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