~Welcome to my stop of the Veiled Mist Blog Tour~I hope you have been enjoying all of the wonderful content that has been posted.
I am Brazilian born and raised, of American parents. I live in Sao Paulo with my third husband and children. I studied at the American school in Brazil, in boarding schools in Switzerland and the US. I have a BA in English Literature from FIU. I published a YA trilogy in Brazil and another YA novel in Turkey in 2001, now in its fifth edition. My passion is history and spiritualism. Besides Veiled Mist, I have another YA novel, Fallen Ruler, being released soon.
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Guest BlogA Dog Inspired by a Character!Usually it would be the contrary; a character inspired by dog, but not this time. The first novel I wrote was actually a theme for a project. A friend read it and suggested I turn it into a book. She might have made that suggestion out of kindness, now that I think of it, but I took it very seriously. The premise involved another planet and magical beings called Gnorks. The main character, Nyx, was given a dog as a friend, to help him and keep him company. Bok, was not a common dog. Like the main character, he had special powers too.Bok, the character, was somewhat strange looking. He had greenish-brown fur pointy ears, a square head, bronze eyes, dark brown nose and mouth. Oh, and he had wings on his feet. Nothing like any dog I’ve seen. This trilogy had a special project attached to it; each book would be illustrated using a different method. The first was to be with miniature settings done by an artist that had worked many years in the theater. He was a true genius and made the settings using tree bark, clay, and anything else he found, not bought. Once ready, the clay characters would be placed in the settings and the scene would then be photographed. But, as genius as the artist was, he was also a troublemaker and the delays began.My patience was at the end and I really wanted to catapult the guy to another planet. There were nights when he would stand outside my house, drunk out of his mind, and yell my name for all my neighbors to hear. Seeing my state of nerves, my publisher suggested I take a trip and allow him to get the job finished. I couldn’t take another day so I left for a week in New York.A few days of shopping and walking the streets did me wonders. On my last day, as I walked past a pet shop on Lexington Ave, I saw this black ball of fur in the window and stopped. I remember my heart beat speeding up as I stared at that fur ball. It was exactly how I had pictured Bok from the book, with the exception of the strange colors I had made up, and the wings. I backed up and walked into the store and immediately asked to hold the dog. That was it. I couldn’t walk away. I had to have him. I was leaving the next day and I had to take him.How much, I asked. I had no idea what his bread was, but his black fur and black tongue were really cool. I was told he was a chow-chow. They gave me the price and told me he was vaccinated. I pulled out my credit card and told them to include a travel container to take him on the plane. Where was my brain at that moment? Dormant! Did I even know if the airline would allow me to take the dog? No. Did my hotel allow dogs? Who knew? I was staying at The Regency and, not wanting to risk getting in trouble, I snuck Bok in.Once safe inside the room, I spread newspaper on the floor, as they told me he was trained, and called Varig, the Brazilian airline. Luckily I had gotten upgraded to first class and they told me I could take the dog in the cabin. Those were the good old days! That was the best airline, unfortunately it went bankrupt.That night Bok was such a prince. He didn’t bark, only when I opened a beer, he did have a thing for beer. Nor did he make a mess. He really was trained. I’d never had such a trained dog before, not a three-month old! I just couldn’t get enough of him. In the airplane, I placed his carrier next to my feet and closed off the area in front of my chair so he could stay loose. About an hour into the trip, Bok was strutting around the cabin saying hello to the other passengers. The crew had fallen in love with him and lined the floor with newspaper so he could do his needs in peace. Everyone always loved Bok. He had dignity and poise. He was sweet and protective with the kids. He always seemed to know when I was sad. He’d come, sit next to me and stay quiet by my side. He was unlike any chow-chow, known for their short temper. He lived until he was ten. Even his death was dignified. He went to corner of the garden and there we found him as if asleep. I’ve had many dogs, but none like Bok. Forever he will live in The Gnorks.And when I got back, the illustration was done and I didn’t have to deal with that crazy dude anymore!
On the Caribbean island of Maurray, spoiled-rotten, fifteen-year-old Hanna wakes up to a nightmare. She is not the daughter of an aristocrat but the orphan of a Gypsy. She is the descendant to a mystical Gypsy tribe. Their magic is strong and has lasted six hundred years. Ornella, the tribe’s guardian, arrives at the island with her mutt, Count Dracula, to guide Hanna. Hanna is told she must embrace her heritage or die at the ripe age of seventeen. But Hanna does the unthinkable, she chooses death. She hates Gypsies and would rather die. What she doesn’t know is that her death will destroy the entire tribe. What she also doesn’t know is how persuasive Ornella can be. The nightmare begins.