Welcome to the next stop in the Gilded Wings Tour!
Today you'll get to read an excerpt from Gilded Wings.
Looking at Things From a Different POV!
It’s always fun to be able to step away from your work (that you’ve looked at for what seems like centuries), and see things from a different point of view. Now, Emily and Matthew are the angel/warrior team that I absolutely love and who’ve been ‘running around’ in my brain for a good, long time. But a fan recently asked what I would think about them if they were vampires instead of angels? So, just for fun, let’s head to Ellis Island as Matthew gets ready to ‘welcome’ people to America in a whole new way!
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He stood on the deck and stared up at the statue. The glorious Lady of Liberty held her torch high, beaming her light across the water like a beacon of hope to the occupants of the liners that were now choking the harbor.
Matthew wished with all his heart that the so-called ‘welcoming’ Americans were actually that large. If they were, then one ‘Lady’ would be all he’d need for eternity, and he would never have to worry about snagging that next victim.
Sighing heavily, he tried not to covet the passengers around him. “Another day, another dollar,” he thought. Of course, he had no need for money. The only reason Matthew even bothered working on the Island was to get his hands on the manifests and see exactly where the new morsels were coming from.
What people didn’t understand about his kind was how hard it was for him to feed. After all, humans had choices; a steak here, a soft pretzel there, a nice salad for the vegetarians. They had variety…so why shouldn’t he? If they only knew that it was those Russians who had that deep, rich taste that was almost like having a drink with dinner, seeing as that the vodka was definitely flowing through their veins. And that it was the Germans who had that meaty flavor - the perfect morsel that would offer him the burst of iron he needed to make the day go a little faster. The French? Well…they were okay for breakfast or a snack in the afternoon, but they were incredibly sweet. Perhaps it was all those baked goods and piles of croissants that simply made their blood overly sticky. But those Italians….Yum! Let’s face it, no other ethnic group could provide that extra cheese and homemade sauce that was only found in the Italian kitchens.
Licking his lips, Matthew cringed as his fang suddenly went straight through his tongue…again! Someday he truly hoped that they would find the technology to produce some sort of fang protector so that this wouldn’t keep happening. So what if he was self-healing? It was still annoying!
As he entered the building a wave of nausea erupted in his stomach. The heady stench of disinfectants made Matthew dizzy, as the porters and the charwomen tried with all their might to keep the immigrant lice from ruining their finely polished floors.
Hell, that cleaner was so horrific it even covered up the scents of those lovely veins just waiting to be opened.
Walking up the recently swabbed stairs and into the Great Hall, Matthew took his place at a desk that sat directly under the flag of freedom. Over his shoulder sat William, the tallyman, who sat on a stool holding a ticker in his left hand. With each click, another immigrant won the right to call themselves an American.
“Morning, Bill,” Matthew said, offering the stoic man a smile.
Bill just nodded in reply; his face was permanently set in a pinched frown of unwavering boredom. “Cold.”
Matthew chuckled. Bill had always been a man of few words. In fact, he secretly believed Bill had to be a vampire. No smell of blood came from him at all, but his pulse did beat in his wrist, so he was definitely some sort of freak of nature.
“Too cold for me,” Matthew said. “I like the summertime. Can’t even smell the apple blossoms on a day like today.”
Bill grimaced, “The putrid scent in here is always the same.”
Matthew nodded his agreement, as he heard the throngs of people waiting at the bottom of the steps for entrance into the Great Hall. Their accents mingled together excitedly, as they awaited their turn to enter a building that they’d built up in their minds to be the gates of Paradise.
Watching the first head bob up the staircase, matted with dirt, scarred with bruises, and itching with the possibility of rat bites or worse, Matthew’s stomach began to growl.
LUNCHTIME!
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I still think, readers, that Emily as a vampire would have Matthew ripped apart in about two seconds (LOL). But always remember…it’s fun to see the other side of the coin.
Until Next Time, Everybody,
Amy
Looking at Things From a Different POV!
It’s always fun to be able to step away from your work (that you’ve looked at for what seems like centuries), and see things from a different point of view. Now, Emily and Matthew are the angel/warrior team that I absolutely love and who’ve been ‘running around’ in my brain for a good, long time. But a fan recently asked what I would think about them if they were vampires instead of angels? So, just for fun, let’s head to Ellis Island as Matthew gets ready to ‘welcome’ people to America in a whole new way!
_____
He stood on the deck and stared up at the statue. The glorious Lady of Liberty held her torch high, beaming her light across the water like a beacon of hope to the occupants of the liners that were now choking the harbor.
Matthew wished with all his heart that the so-called ‘welcoming’ Americans were actually that large. If they were, then one ‘Lady’ would be all he’d need for eternity, and he would never have to worry about snagging that next victim.
Sighing heavily, he tried not to covet the passengers around him. “Another day, another dollar,” he thought. Of course, he had no need for money. The only reason Matthew even bothered working on the Island was to get his hands on the manifests and see exactly where the new morsels were coming from.
What people didn’t understand about his kind was how hard it was for him to feed. After all, humans had choices; a steak here, a soft pretzel there, a nice salad for the vegetarians. They had variety…so why shouldn’t he? If they only knew that it was those Russians who had that deep, rich taste that was almost like having a drink with dinner, seeing as that the vodka was definitely flowing through their veins. And that it was the Germans who had that meaty flavor - the perfect morsel that would offer him the burst of iron he needed to make the day go a little faster. The French? Well…they were okay for breakfast or a snack in the afternoon, but they were incredibly sweet. Perhaps it was all those baked goods and piles of croissants that simply made their blood overly sticky. But those Italians….Yum! Let’s face it, no other ethnic group could provide that extra cheese and homemade sauce that was only found in the Italian kitchens.
Licking his lips, Matthew cringed as his fang suddenly went straight through his tongue…again! Someday he truly hoped that they would find the technology to produce some sort of fang protector so that this wouldn’t keep happening. So what if he was self-healing? It was still annoying!
As he entered the building a wave of nausea erupted in his stomach. The heady stench of disinfectants made Matthew dizzy, as the porters and the charwomen tried with all their might to keep the immigrant lice from ruining their finely polished floors.
Hell, that cleaner was so horrific it even covered up the scents of those lovely veins just waiting to be opened.
Walking up the recently swabbed stairs and into the Great Hall, Matthew took his place at a desk that sat directly under the flag of freedom. Over his shoulder sat William, the tallyman, who sat on a stool holding a ticker in his left hand. With each click, another immigrant won the right to call themselves an American.
“Morning, Bill,” Matthew said, offering the stoic man a smile.
Bill just nodded in reply; his face was permanently set in a pinched frown of unwavering boredom. “Cold.”
Matthew chuckled. Bill had always been a man of few words. In fact, he secretly believed Bill had to be a vampire. No smell of blood came from him at all, but his pulse did beat in his wrist, so he was definitely some sort of freak of nature.
“Too cold for me,” Matthew said. “I like the summertime. Can’t even smell the apple blossoms on a day like today.”
Bill grimaced, “The putrid scent in here is always the same.”
Matthew nodded his agreement, as he heard the throngs of people waiting at the bottom of the steps for entrance into the Great Hall. Their accents mingled together excitedly, as they awaited their turn to enter a building that they’d built up in their minds to be the gates of Paradise.
Watching the first head bob up the staircase, matted with dirt, scarred with bruises, and itching with the possibility of rat bites or worse, Matthew’s stomach began to growl.
LUNCHTIME!
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I still think, readers, that Emily as a vampire would have Matthew ripped apart in about two seconds (LOL). But always remember…it’s fun to see the other side of the coin.
Until Next Time, Everybody,
Amy
Author Bio:
Amy Lignor began her career at Grey House Publishing in northwest Connecticut where she was the Editor-in-Chief of numerous educational and business directories.
Now she is a published author of several works of fiction. The Billy the Kid historical The Heart of a Legend; the thriller, Mind Made; and the adventure novel, Tallent & Lowery 13.
She is also the owner of The Write Companion, a company that offers help and support to writers through a full range of editorial services from proofreading and copyediting to ghostwriting and research. As the daughter of a research librarian, she is also an active book reviewer.
Currently, she lives with her daughter, mother and a rambunctious German Shepherd named Reuben, in the beautiful state of New Mexico.
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Blurb: (from Goodreads)
The Beloved Angel/Warrior Team from Until Next TimeReturns!
When Matt and Emily are sent on their second mission they have no idea how truly dark human nature can become…
Emily never wanted to face humans again. With the heartache that went on down below, she’s still trying to figure out how to save souls that don’t deserve saving. The only one she wants to see again is Jason - the young man she fell in love with who became the soulmate she simply can’t forget…
Matt was trained to protect and defend the souls down below. Longing to feel the heartfelt emotions that come from being human, Matt wants nothing more than to have just one life - one chance - to live and love the girl of his dreams…
The powerful team find themselves in a brand new century, living in the Gilded Age of New York City. Emily takes over the body of Anya, a young Russian girl who arrives on Ellis Island after a hideous tragedy. There she meets up with a strangely familiar young man by the name of Drew Parrish, who helps Anya survive in an unknown world of luxury, snobbery and…obsession.
What Anya’s inner angel doesn’t know is that the soul she loves is also back. This time around Jason goes by the name of Max Carrow. Once a quiet and kind boy, he’s now part of the ‘Four Hundred Club,’ and wants nothing more than to be among the most admired as he climbs the shaky ladder of society’s elite.
As two worlds merge, Emily and Matt struggle under the weight of their “Gilded Wings.” Not only will they have to figure out who they should fight to save, but they must also face a romantic choice that could destroy them both.
Gilded Wings Excerpt:
Gregori chewed with his mouth open and turned his gaze to stare up at Anya’s wide-eyed look. “Don’t be scared,” he continued, pointing at the picture of the sheriff in his book. “He only carries the big gun to fight the bad guys.”
Anya shook her head and sighed, staring off into the dark corner where the Good Samaritan had disappeared. “Gregori, I want you to remember this. Sometimes it’s the much braver man who sets down the gun and walks away.”
Gregori shrugged and curled himself up into a ball at her side.
His father looked over at Anya. The gaunt face, the tired eyes—they spoke of the pain and hunger and...love that the man felt. “Whatever else happens, I will not let my boy starve.”
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Rose, thanks for your continued support of Amy and 'The Angel Chronicles' - we appreciate it! :)
ReplyDeleteIt has been great to be apart of this blog tour! I will definitely continue to support this series and Amy! ^__^
DeleteRose - Thank you SO much for having Matt & Emily on your terrific site. I hope you and your readers enjoy their second adventure!
ReplyDeleteNo, Amy... Thank YOU for writing such an amazing book! I can't wait to read about Emily & Matt's second adventure! Hopefully I can get my hands on it soon! ;)
DeleteI can't wait to read this either sounds very yummy
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