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Thursday, September 15, 2011

07 Bookish Snob Promotions guest post: golden healer, dark enchantress by Christine E. Schulze

Golden Healer, Dark Enchantress

He leaned his head close to my ear and whispered, "Are you afraid?"
Chrystine had had more reason than any other time of her life, even when facing one of the rampages of her drunken father. But she wasn't afraid. And that was odd, because although Aaryn, the person asking her that question, was her best friend, he was also a vampire. In fact, she was surrounded by hundreds of vampires.
But they weren't your typical vampires. They were Stregoni Benefici, the good kind. Nor was Chrystine your typical elf. She was the Golden Healer, and she alone could save the Stregoni Benefici from the Dark Enchantress. But can Chrystine figure out the Dark Enchantress' secret and defeat the evil vampires without destroying the good ones as well, without destroying Aaryn? Can Chrystine unravel the dark secret Aaryn keeps so carefully guarded and show him that by choosing to serve good instead of evil, he is still capable of being loved and his past is forgiven?

Tears of a Vampire Prince

This short but powerful novella chronicles the early life of Aaryn, who, in mourning after the recent death of his wife, Chrystine, reflects upon the girl whose name and healing nature made him fall in love with that wife at their first meeting—the other Krystine, his first love, a lovely, innocent, child-like Veela. In remembering her, he recounts his early ventures—how he became the very first vampire; how he protected Krystine from the lusts of the Princes of Night and struggled to protect her from himself; how he was forcibly drug into a mission in search for the One who could overthrow the evil of the Enchantress who created him—and how all these tales and misadventures weave together to tell the story of a love so beautiful and yet sorrowful, brimming with both hope and hopelessness. A tale of mystery, adventure, and passion, Aaryn's story echoes the unbreakable love and eternal bond between two immortals. Truly, this is the saddest vampire tale ever told.

Tears of a Vampire Prince
Excerpt V, from Chapter 1, “I Must Be Dreaming”
The Princes of the Night glided through the dark wood, floating as though one with the shadows cloaking all in their cold emptiness.
At least, to Aaryn, that’s how it always felt. He didn’t understand why they never ventured forth in the day, when the sunlight’s cheeriness might have offered some comfort. Then again, he fooled himself. Its light too would offer only suffering, its bright joy further reflecting the emptiness of his soul of which the shadows of night whispered more openly. Still, a change might be something...
“I smell something sweet!” Romaine cried, not able to fully conceal the snarl of hungry ecstasy from his normally graceful tongue. “Congrats, gentlemen; we approach a true treat tonight!”
“I smell fear,” hissed Wesley.
“All the better, my brother.” Romaine added, “All the more chance of us ‘rescuing’ the creature and gaining repayment by its acceptance to joining us.”
They emerged into a clearing. The thirteen vampires surrounded the creature so quickly she could only look up at them shocked, dazed a moment. Aaryn stood back a little, half in shadow, as always. Though cold and friendless, embracing the shadows’ concealing comfort did allow him to watch separated from their sport. The more allured they were by their victim, as they were by this one, the less likely to notice him and draw him into their game.
Then Aaryn noticed why they all stood so still, spellbound, some already poised as if to spring, though by the extreme thirst in their eyes, they took this stance subconsciously. He never saw anything ensnare them so fully that they seemed prepared to abandon their own established laws without a single glance back—
Romaine glided down in a movement too swift for her to comprehend. She only knew he suddenly appeared beside her small, huddled, trembling form, one hand resting on her neck, long and graceful like a white waterfall; his other hand landed respectfully on the small of her back. Good. At least Romaine was not completely befuddled. But then the hand upon her neck crept to her cheek, turning her face toward his. No, this was not their way. Did he seek to enchant her so early, before even taking her to his mansion?
Her eyes did not rest upon him though, as he surely intended. They lingered instead upon Aaryn. They darted from his hands, snowy white next to his black suit, perhaps appearing as though they floated alone in the darkness, then up to his face, examining the locks of his ebony hair, resting finally upon his emerald eyes. All of these movements were so slight, yet he watched her just as intensely, taking note of each.
At the last, Aaryn noticed her and found himself just as taken aback as the rest. Long, flowing strands of silverwhite hair appeared as if the moon itself had kissed her head and bestowed its shining rays upon her. Eyes, bluer than any sky he’d seen—though it was long since he saw a sky during day—and skin snowier than winter’s first, fresh snowfall. She was a Veela, an innocent creature, nearly a child, and compared to them, an infant. If weaker men had found her, they should have met their death, either in trying to steal her purity or in pining after her beauty the rest of their lives. Vampires were strong against such magic. But apparently not strong enough to be completely repelled by her beauty.
Even he was drawn to her, though perhaps in a different way than the others. She...interested him. And the mere conceiving of this notion excited him. Her presence stirred within him something he had not felt in a long time.
Though he couldn’t place what that something was, to feel a something at all was truly novel for him these days.
Her eyes...they pleaded with him, as if detecting he was somehow different than the others, as if she chose him as the nice monster to protect her from the other, scarier ones. Why she should choose him, he did not know. But she did, and he felt compelled to oblige her desire.
All these thoughts passed in his vampire’s mind in the twinkling of an eye. In the next twinkling, his mind was made up...
“No, Romaine; I want her,” he said, more sharply than even he would have ever considered himself capable.
Romaine smirked. “You would really take one this fair and add her to your own collection, Aaryn? I realize I often let you have the best, if only because you amuse me so, but really...”
He leaned his face dangerously close to her head, inhaling deeply of the sweet scent wafting from her silver locks. Aaryn cringed; ordinarily, Romaine could handle many such gestures before honing in on his prey. But she was not an ordinary girl, and these were not ordinary circumstances.
“Oh, my dear,” the words flowed like false velveteen from his lips, “how long it has been since I have fed on such loveliness. The desire even now nearly overcomes me. Dearest Aaryn, surely, if I let you have your way, you can spare, just this once, a taste or two? Surely you can lend this one out for borrowing?”
She will not be for borrowing,” Aaryn snarled, emphasizing each syllable, stressing the protective warning they were all well aware of, though he had never felt so adamant—so alive—in a long time, not even when he claimed watch over other young maidens. Then, he did it solely for their sakes. But now, perhaps by those eyes which pleaded solely at him, for him, saving her stirred in him some of the old life and heart he thought buried too deeply for even a thousand years worth of digging to find.
“Besides, you fool,” he added, “she is a Veela. Compromise her innocence, and you curse yourself—curse us all, not to mention betraying the rites of the Night Prince sect.”
“Aaryn, Aaryn,” Romaine’s tragic sigh ended with a dramatic, pouting little snarl. “Must you always be so diplomatic?”
Aaryn lifted his head. As the adrenalin pumped through him, he suppressed a smirk but felt his new found pleasure gleaming unconcealed in his eyes, and he returned, “I must.”
Romaine studied him carefully a moment, tilting his head in a movement so slight only a vampire’s sharpest eyes could detect it. It was a gesture of amusement, revealed by his laughter a moment later as he straightened and said, “You confound me, Aaryn. You mope about ever since you’ve come to us, denouncing the pleasures our way of life offers, and yet, perhaps you had just not found the right...taste, if you will, until now. At any rate, I see she amuses you greatly. Very well, you may have your small pound of flesh. Besides, I should not cross paths with such a powerful hybrid as yourself.
“Come on, boys. Let’s leave the gentleman to his business.”

about the author:
Christine E. Schulze
Christine E. Schulze has been creating books since she was too young to even write them in words. her collection of YA fantasy books, The Amielian Legacy, is comprised of series and stand-alone books which can all be read separately but which weave together to create an amazing fantasy. her fantasies also incorporate many other genres, such as Christian fantasy, romance, and even a spark of horror at times. she hopes to inspire readers throughout the world with these books by publishing in both traditional and electronic formats to make them available to all readers. 
Christine has published several stories with Calliope and Kalkion magazines and is an active member of the WEbook online writing community. she has also published several Christian/fantasy books which are available at various online retailers, as well as publishing several eBooks via Writers-Exchange.
her latest and most exciting venture includes her publications with Old Line Publishing: Bloodmaiden and Tears of a Vampire Prince: the First Krystine. she also anticipates her upcoming publication with Old Line, Lily in the Snow, as well as releasing The Chronicles of the Mira with Writers-Exchange in both paperback and electronic forms.
Christine currently lives in Belleville, Illinois in her first and most thrilling apartment. 
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i would like to say thank you to Christine E. Schulze for guest posting today and to you as well for stopping by. 

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