Stained-Glass Windows and Ancient Curses.

I've always loved the beauty of stained-glass windows. There's something alluring about the jewel-like effect of watery colours cascading over stone walls and floors, illuminating, what would otherwise be, a dark interior. It's mesmerising, and many have found that, too, over the centuries. In the medieval period, people flocked into the magnificent gothic cathedrals to gaze in awe at the coloured lights, feeling themselves lifted above the the squalor in which they lived and drawn into the glories of heaven. And like books, those rich windows told stories, teaching a largely illiterate population biblical and moral lessons, and reminding them of the glorious world beyond this one.

The Abbey in Annandale, NSW, Australia

In the Victorian era, when the tax on glass had long been lifted, stained-glass windows became a status symbol with the newly established upper-middle classes. Their neo-gothic mansions boasted enormous windows of coloured glass, displaying the source of their wealth and their newly established coats-of-arms. It was meant to impress. One such Victorian mansion, near where I live, became the inspiration for the D'Antonville window in my books. But unlike those in the houses of the nouveau riche, mine displayed the sad history of a cursed family. As in a church, it told a story.
The stained glass window from St Alban's Episcopal Church in Hertfordshire in the UK (pictured here), was how I envisioned its central character, Marcus Antonius Pulcher, to appear.

http://st-albans-church.org/the-story-of-saint-alban/

      Here's how I describe it in my book, BloodGifted:

      I wandered through the downstairs hall and came upon another set of stone steps leading up to a half-landing from which streamed a beam of coloured watery light. Curious, I followed them up and came face-to-face with the image of an ancient Roman soldier.
     I sat on the topmost step and leaned my back against the wall for a better look.
     Within the confines of an exquisite lead-lined window, the soldier - whom I recognised from last night's ceremony as Marcus Antonius - stood at attention. One hand rested on a large rectangular shield at his feet, the other held a spear. The shield carried the image of a sword flanked by two coiled serpents, whose glowing red eyes were shaped like teardrops.
     My breath caught in my chest. It was the same image as on my ring.
     Hovering on either side of Marcus were eight smaller figures in Roman military uniform. I looked closer and recognised the faces of Alec's friends - Terens, Sam, Cal, Jake and four others I didn't know.
     A soft thud sounded behind me. I turned to see Luc coming up the stairs.
     "You forgot these." He handed me half a breadstick and a fresh mug of coffee.
     I blinked and refocused as I gratefully took the food, the window temporarily forgotten. Luc sat on the step next to me, leaned his back against the stone balustrade and watched me eat the breadstick. I thought I heard him murmur, ma petite, ma fille, once or twice.
     "Yes, that's him - Marcus Antonius Pulcher." He pointed at the window. "Your ancestor, my Laura."
     I stared at the image with renewed interest, barely registering the way he called me "my" Laura.
     "What you see on the shield - the two serpents - represent his children, twins: a boy Lucius Antonius and a girl, Antonia."
     I was taken aback. Kids could be difficult sometimes, but it was a bit harsh to show them as snakes. Either he was a mind reader or my face betrayed my thoughts, for he gave a faint smile. "The serpent was not regarded as evil among the ancients. It was seen as a symbol of immortality, for it shed its wrinkled old skin and grew a healthy new one."
     "Oh." What woman on the planet wouldn't want to do that?
     "You are directly descended from Antonia. I was hoping I'd get the chance to tell you the story while you were here."
     "Please do."
     Luc smiled and turning back to the window, recounted Marcus's story. I felt myself drawn back all those centuries, like a silent witness to a long ago scene as he described Marcus's ride into the village, the failed attempt to rescue Roman captives, the massacre of the villagers and the witch's curse turning him and his men into vampires. But his last words haunted me....

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Beach Reads GIveaway.

Here's another fantastic giveaway I'm involved in. These are fun! Whether it's summer (where you are) or going on winter (where I am), enter for a chance to win any of the books below.

My contribution is Bloodgifted, which you can see on the top left.

What if you had the power to lift an ancient curse, but it came at a frightening price? Primary school teacher, Laura Dantonville's ordinary life comes to an end when she learns her family's ancestral legacy, and a shocking secret that explains her body's strange inability to age.    

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Another Bloodgifted teaser

Since Australia Day - Jan. 26th -  is coming up, I thought to share a bit of whimsy from Bloodgifted. It's a scene in the book entitled Vampire Ball, and Laura is amazed at who she sees there. Enjoy! 

     I followed the direction of his gaze to a young woman dressed in black satin pants and sable bustier with white lace collar and sleeves. Her curly shoulder-length hair bounced as she laughed, presumably at something the man beside her had just said. Something about her face seemed vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I'd never met her before, of that I was certain. 
     'Amelia runs her own chartered flight company. Flies us wherever we need to go,' Alec said. 
     Then it clicked. I'd seen her picture in a recent documentary on TV. 'Amelia? As in Amelia Earhardt, the American pilot who disappeared in the nineteen thirties? You mean she's … um, one of you?' 
     'Yes, that's right. She arranged her own disappearance to cover up the fact.' He spoke so nonchalantly, I was still processing it when he pointed yet again. 'Over there. Know who that is?' 
     My gaze followed the direction he indicated. A tall, blonde man with flecks of silver in his hair was engaged in an intense finger-wagging discussion with another man.  I gasped. His was a face known to all Australians, for it had been plastered on every newspaper when he disappeared while spear-fishing at a local beach. Most people believed a shark had taken him since his body was never found. After all, it's not everyday a country loses its leader to a ravenous fish! 
     I think my jaw dropped - yet again - as I stared at Harold Holt, Prime Minister of Australia in the nineteen-sixties. This was getting ridiculous. How many other famous people were actually vampires? I began to scan the faces around me in my own version of Spot-the-Celebrity …'

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My Debut Novel Is On Amazon!

It's OUT! Yes, my debut novel, BLOODGIFTED, is finally available as both a paperback and ebook on Amazon. It's been a long grueling road, but worth every step; a steep learning curve that has taught me so much about writing, editing and publishing.
There were times when I wondered if it would ever happen after experiencing so many setbacks with proofreading, formatting errors, typos, and a new blog address which had to be changed at the last minute on the back cover. But, all these minor irritations were overcome, and now I have a polished novel I am proud to put my name to.

So, here it is.
Read and enjoy.

"Descended from a cursed Roman soldier, Laura Dantonville has inherited the ability to delay ageing but much of her past is unknown to her. That includes knowledge of her true parentage and the fact that her unique blood is coveted by the secret society of vampires who reside in the eastern suburbs of Sydney.
She later learns it's her blood alone that provides these creatures with the ability to tolerate daylight. As such, she is the epicentre of a power struggle between two rival groups who want to claim her.
The oldest and most powerful of these factions is led by Alec Munro, whose position as leader, or Princeps, gives him sole claim to Laura.
Has she any other choice but to accept her destiny?"

BLOODGIFTED, Book 1 of The Dantonville Legacy