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by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
I love stories. That’s why I read, that’s why I write.
I like my stories the old fashion way. I like them to have a beginning, a middle and an end. A happy ending, thank you very much.
And the stories I like best are those that have a touch of fantasy.
No surprise then that Two Moon Princess, the first book I wrote, takes place in an imagined fantasy world. This allowed me to play by my own rules and create a world that fit my fancy. And I enjoyed living there so much, I wrote a sequel and then, yet another book in a medieval alternate Spain.
As every writer knows to write the book is just the first step towards publication. The next step is to convince an agent to represent your work.
In real life, it took me a year to get my agent. But while I waited, I started writing a fictionalized account of my struggles. In this parallel world I created Carla, my protagonist, did not have to wait so long. In fact, she finds her agent in the first chapter.
But her agent is, she soon finds out, an immortal. The introduction of this paranormal element meant that, once again, rules could be broken and history rewritten. It meant that I could give my favorite poets, Lorca and Becquer who died young, a chance to live again.
And live they do in my latest novel, Immortal Love, taking Carla into their world and into an old blood feud that could cost her what she loves most.
He’s handsome, well-read, and can get you that book contract you always dreamed about. Never mind that he’s also an immortal and lives on human blood. Why would that matter? Your relationship is strictly business.
Or so you thought.
Until Bécquer’s life is threatened, and you discover that walking away is not an option, because he was hurt while protecting your son, because you are the only one who can save him now, because you care for him.
Welcome to Bécquer’s world.
Please, come inside. He’s waiting for you.
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September 29, 2012
My aunt’s house, like most houses in Sevilla at the time, was built around a patio, its walls washed white, an orange tree on a corner and in the middle a running fountain to help fight the unbearable heat that came with summer. And it was sitting on the low ridge of the stone basin I saw Lucrezia for the first time.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer in Immortal Love
La casa, como la mayoría de las casas de Sevilla en aquel año de mil ochocientos cuarenta y siete, estaba construida alrededor de un patio de muros blancos. Recuerdo todavía el naranjo que crecía al fondo y la fuente que ocupaba su centro, cuyas aguas siempre frescas ayudaban a combatir el calor agobiante del verano andaluz.
Y fue allí, sentada al borde de la taza de piedra que rodeaba la fuente, donde vi a Lucrecia por primera vez.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer en Bécquer eterno.
September 21, 2012
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, the Spanish poet that lives on in my paranormal novel Immortal Love, was born in Sevilla, Spain in 1836.
Although the Sevilla he knew is most certainly gone, some of the monuments and houses he saw growing up still remain.
That would be the case of these Roman statues that dominate the neighborhood where his godmother lived. According to one of his friends, the young Gustavo spent many lazy afternoons reading in his godmother’s library.
Outside, as they do now, the two ancient emperors kept watch over the city.
September 17, 2012
Today my paranormal romance Immortal Love is finally available at Amazon
But before you leave, I’d like you to meet Immortal Love’s protagonist, the romantic Spanish poet Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer and his modern counterpart Ben Barnes.
In a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate their resemblance?
September 11, 2012
August 20, 2012
Awake, I fear to look ;
Asleep, I dare to see ;
For that, soul of my soul,
I watch the while you sleep.
Awake, you laugh ; and laughing your unquiet lips appear
Like sinuous, crimson meteors upon a sky of snow.
Asleep, a sweet smile gently curls the corners of your
Soft as the track effulgent of the swiftly dying sun ;
Sleep ! Sleep!
Awake, you look ; and looking your moist eyes resplendent
Like a wave, whose crest is smitten by a jav’lin of the sun.
Asleep, across your eye-lids you send forth a tranquil
Like a lamp transparent, shedding even rays of tempered
Sleep ! Sleep !
Awake, you speak ; and speaking, all your vibrant words
Like a show’r “of pearls in torrents pour’d into a golden
Asleep, in ev’ry murmur of your soft and measured
I listen to a poem, which my soul enamour’d hears ;
Sleep ! Sleep!
On my heart IVe placed my hand
Lest its beating should be heard,
Lest discordant it should sound
On the solemn chord of night.
I have closed the jalousies
Lest that roysterer, the dawn,
With his glaring robe of light
Should awake you from your dreams;
Sleep ! Sleep !
Translation into English by Mason Carnes, 1891