Monday, August 26, 2013

Liza O'Connor interviews the characters from The Garnett Dagger by Andrea R. Cooper


Today, I interview the characters from Andrea R. Coopers' The Garnet Dagger.

Brock is on the left of the picture, Celeste is on the right, and the Garnet Dagger hangs disturbingly between them.



To assist you in understanding their answers to the questions, first let me provide you a bit of background:



The Garnet Dagger Blurb

Everyone knows what happens when a vampire bites a human…but what if the victim is Elvin?


Forbidden to cross the Elvin barrier into human lands, Brock cannot sate his curiosity. Cursed by a vampyre bite that forces him to feed on the life-essence of others, he is unable to touch another without taking their life. Chained by prophesy, he must find a witch, pierce her heart, and draw her blood for his cure. 

Celeste must escape the monks who have held her prisoner for years. Her magic has been kept dormant by her captors. An ancient powerful Warloc craves her powers. If he succeeds in devouring her magic, she and his world will die.

When Brock falls in love with Celeste before realizing her demise is his cure, will love triumph over his desire to be healed? Will he risk everything to save her from a Warloc, an oath breaker, who also wants her dead?

Now that we have the lay of the dangerous lands, let the interview begin. First, I need my couch.



Liza: Welcome Brock and Celeste. You two snuggled in tight on my couch. Are you currently engaged in a relationship?

Brock: Yes. Celeste and I are together now. When we reach my lands, I will ask if she wants to do the hand twining ceremony with me. Though I know not how my kind will respond to having the witch of the prophecies among them, much less taking this sacred vow of promise. If approved, we could be wed next year.

Liza: Well, good luck there. And remember, if it doesn't work out, there is always Las Vegas, opened 24 hours a day. You can even special order a backdrop to match whatever genre you are.  

I notice Amazon has you listed both under Romance fantasy and Romance paranormal. Not surprising since, Brock, you're a vampire-bitten elf and Celeste, you're a witch.

Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?

Brock: I’m a guy…I don’t know much about this romance stuff. *Celeste punches him in the shoulder* Ow! I do agree with the fantasy and paranormal part of our genre and before Celeste hits me again, yes there is love with us.

Liza: I assumed as much given all the cuddling going on. Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

Brock: Our writer has already written our second and third books and is working on revisions. I think there could be more. A fourth book, and perhaps a prequel that will give tell more of Nivel’s secrets.

Liza: Well, be nice to your author, because writing a sequel is really hard work.  So how would you describe yourself?


Brock: I’m an Elvin, bitten by a vampire. I don’t crave blood…or sleep. I must live on the life essence of others. I hate it. But it does come in handy against evil magical creatures.

I’d rather talk about Celeste. *He reaches over and takes her hand, kisses her knuckle before continuing* She is amazing. When we first met, she healed me—a complete stranger. And I wasn't human either, she could have shunned me, but she did not. She has a compassionate heart, but doesn't let people get too close to her after what Father Morgan and the monks did. She helped me escape from not only my captors, but rescued me from myself.


Liza: Is she by chance mute? Because she hasn't said a single word so far?

Brock: 
*Laughs* I can’t get her to be quiet otherwise.

Celeste: Sorry, I’m shy around new people. Guess it stems from Father Morgan and the monks misusing my gift of healing. Their victims would be tortured until I could heal them again. Soon they would be more afraid of me than the monks. It’s kind of hard to make friends in that situation. 

Liza: I would imagine so. Since you're shy, I'll ask Brock the tough questions. Brock, in life you can have many loves, but finding a true love is rare indeed. Is Celeste your true love and how is it different from, let's say, your first love?


Brock: Celeste is my true love. I know the difference now. Liana was my first love, but she was not my true love. First love, to me, is like having a beautiful painting of the ocean that you’ve never seen or been to a real one before. It seems the best there is and is the most prized possession. True love is the ocean. Anything else is a poor comparison.

Liza: I know the readers would like you to read from your book.


Brock: As you wish. This is chapter one of The Garnet Dagger


I’ve known death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them. 

Foolishly, I thought many more eras would pass before death came for me. It came so swiftly that I could not run; I could not escape. At a village, dressed in human clothes, I took in everything. By observing for eons, I understood and spoke their language. The world of mankind fascinated me.

 Their hobbled homes burrowed into the ground.
Rocks crunched on top one another with thatched roofs woven from straw. Never had I seen a home or inn that was higher than three levels, as if they were afraid of the sky. 

I delayed my return to my people as I watched human jugglers bounce torches and knifes. It was autumn equinox and the festivities would continue well into the night. Children laughed as they chased each other. A trail of leaves from their costumes twirled after them. 

It was dark when I reached the forest. Since I was already late, I hiked uphill to a shortcut rather than take the long path back home. I didn’t need to alert any of my kind near the barrier at this hour. Liana would wonder why I was late.

Tonight was the two month anniversary of our hand twining ceremony. One more month as was custom, and then we’d be wed. 

A gasp rustled through the trees. The roots shot a warning through to me with stifled caution. Adjusting my pack, I continued on instead of changing back into my Elvin clothes. After I passed the border which kept humans from entering our land, then I’d change. 

In the distance, I heard a groan. Curious, I spun in the direction of the sound. The autumn wind breezed through my worn human clothes, chilling me. But someone needed help. I turned in the direction of the sounds. Whatever made the noise should be a few yards ahead.

I hiked slower than my normal speed, so as not to startle whatever human called out. My leather boots crunched upon dried, diseased leaves and bark. Horrified, I glanced up. Branches twisted around each other to suffocating. Lifeless limbs cracked in the wind. Flesh of the trees sloughed off in layers, exposing its bones. Gashes hollowed out chunks of warmth. Fragments of leaves clung to finger tips, marking sepulchers of the dying trees. Trees mourned with wails like splitting wood, and I brought my hands over my ears. 

I must flee before I became infected, they told me. Flee before the stain of this defilement creeps into you, they warned. Trees spoke to my kind, always had. Yet these trees were in such agony of death that I could not breathe. Felt as though my lungs had folded in on themselves, like a moth unable to break loose from its cocoon.

Nothing I could do for them, and if I lingered too long, whatever disease gnawed upon them may choke me. Where would I go if I carried something so foul as to devour trees from the inside out? I’d never return to Tamlon if I brought this infection with me. 

I drew away, but a movement at the base of a decaying tree to my right caught me. My night vision picked up the sight of a human. His sallow face seemed to glow in the moonlight. Poking out from rags lay his arms and legs, which resembled skin stretched over sticks. So cadaverous was his face, I’d have thought him dead if he hadn’t moved.

“Please,” he said and his voice sounded like cicada’s vibrations, “help me.”

“What ails you in this troubled place?” I wondered if my voice, foreign to my ears in speaking the human’s language, revealed my nature.

“I am lost.” His dark eyes crinkled around the corners. “Without strength to rise. If you would but assist me up, I’ll be on my way.”

I’d never touched a human on purpose before. Was it that that gave me pause, or dread that stilled my heart? My feet itched to flee. As soon as I helped him, then I’d leave. I gritted my teeth and reached a hand down.



His gnarled fingers snapped on my arm, making me wince. Jerking me forward, his face contorted. Surprised by his strength, I fell beside him. 
Blackness curled around me. Teeth, fangs, broke through the skin on my neck. Then I knew him for what he was, a vampyre.
Cooper, Andrea R. (2013-03-25). The Garnet Dagger (Crimson Romance) (Kindle Locations 60-67). F+W Media. Kindle Edition.

Liza: Wow! That is one astoundingly good start to a book. Well done Brock. Tell Andrea well done as well. Here's Andrea's links. Go buy this at one. I am.

The Garnet Dagger Book Trailer  http://youtu.be/ISi0u9LoseM
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24 comments:

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    1. Oh, I like these two so much I'm keeping them for 3 days.

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    2. No worries, I need a break from them anyway. I spent all weekend on their revisions for Book Two ;)

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  2. Wow, Andrea! This looks amazing. And you got Liza to behave? Surely that deserves best seller status! :)
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    1. Right? Lolz. Thank you for stopping by.

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    2. Andrea didn't get me to behave. She sent a elf who can kill with a touch and and Witch with who could bring me back to life so he could kill me over and over.

      My good behavior was self survival kicking in.

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    3. But I also sent a bottle of wine, a beer, and chocolate. Wait, let me make a phone call....
      Darn it! Celeste ate the candy and had the beer. Brock drank the wine. I can't trust food around that girl. She eats all the time ( I guess cause of the monks starving her) and YET she still doesn't gain any weight. So unfair.
      I guess they figured with their powers, they didn't need to bring a bribe ;)

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  3. Great interview, Andrea. I'm with Nancy, how did you get Liza to behave???? Best wishes.

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    1. I offered her wine or beer and a box of chocolates ;)

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    2. She did not offer me wine or chocolate, but I am open to such bribes as long as they are REAL. Staring at a picture of a bottle of wine or chocolate is just cruel.

      That reminds me, when I was a kid, I would give people cards on valentine's day. I bought you a box of expensive dark chocolate turtles. They were delicious.

      Truth is I behaved because the guest she sent could easily kill me with a touch or spell.

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    4. I just found out what happened to the bribe I sent - my characters helped themselves. To make up for it, I'll bring some myself whenever I get the chance to meet you. Maybe at your book signing? :)

      Thanks for allowing Brock and Celeste to hang out with you.

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  4. Liza, your interviews are amazing.
    And Andrea, the more I read about your book, the more I need to find the time to read it!!!

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    1. Thank you Brenda, and that is so true. Time is our most precious commodity and I swear gremlins are eating my time up.

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  5. Brenda,

    Thank you so much. I have yours on my TBR list as well. :)

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  6. Upon reviewing my blog schedule, I've discovered Gypsies have stolen Andrea's 3rd Day. I only get to keep her as headline entertainment 2 days.

    You have to watch out for gypsies.

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  7. Oh well, at least the gypsies gave me 2 days - better than 0 days ;)

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  8. You can still stop by, It will just be one done, I'll still promote it.

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