I pleased to have Laura Deluca here today. Lets get to know the person behind the author.
Laura, tell us about yourself.
In addition
to being a young adult author, I am also a mom to four great kids, own a
restaurant, and run a product review blog called New Age Mama. I live at the
Jersey Shore, and I love spending the summer on the beach. It’s the best place
to write.
Do you prefer:
Coke or Pepsi? Coke, preferably Vanilla and never diet.
Romance or a Thriller? Thriller
Mystery or Horror?
Mystery
Did you always want to be an author?
I was writing poetry in kindergarten and wrote my first play in second grade,
so writing has definitely always been in my blood.
What authors had
an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
Christopher Pike was my favorite young adult
author when I was a teenager, and he remains my idol to this day. His stories
are unique and original. It was his influence that made me decide to stick to
the YA genre, even after I “grew up.”
Did anyone in your life
influence you or encouraged you to be a writer?
When I was in high school, my English teacher Mr.
Waters, read and critiqued my very first novel. He spent hours of his free time
doing this, and I never forgot how much that encouragement meant to me at that
young age. I promised him back in 1994
that my first published book would be dedicated to him. If you take a look
inside my debut novel, Destiny, you’ll see that I kept that promise.
What is your
writing atmosphere like?
It’s a little insane right now. With four
kids, I’ve learned to block out everything around me when I’m writing. When I find
a few hours of silence, I like to write with soft new age music playing in the
background and sweet smelling incense burning to help clear my mind.
What is your favorite aspect or
writing? Your Least Favorite?
I love the
whole process of creating a new story and watching the pile of pages grow, but
the best part is actually completing a manuscript. There is no great
accomplishment. My least favorite part
are the summaries, blurbs and outlines. Summarizing is not my strong point.
Your current book your
promoting is: Destiny Unveiled, which is the second story in a series of four
(maybe five) books.
How did you come up with the story
line?
The original idea came from a dream that I just couldn’t forget. I had
more than half of the story written, but it wasn’t until I started to practice
Wicca (over ten years later) that I realized how the story was supposed to end.
How do you choose
your characters names?
Since I started writing the first book in the
series in high school, many of the characters are named after old classmates.
Though there are always a few characters who name themselves.
Gabriella and Darron thought their magickal
battle was over when they defeated the evil warlock, Richard. When her Aunt
Donna seeks Gabriella's help in rescuing her catatonic daughter from the Dark
Coven, Gabriella discovers that her cousin holds a power within her that would
be catastrophic in the hands of the evil witches. Gabriella's coven sets out on
a journey that may be their last. Along the way, they meet new allies, face
devastating treachery, and battle not only the Dark Coven, but the darkness
within themselves. When Gabriella finally comes face to face with the cousin
she never knew existed, her true destiny is unveiled, and the fate of the
mortal world is in her hands
Excerpt:
Darron was on the roof of a large building, elevated
dizzyingly high over the road below. Other skyscrapers bordered it, but it was
by far the largest building in the general area, standing several stories
higher than it's neighbors. The few cars that dotted the street below looked
like insects. Above him, the moon shone full, round, and red in the night sky.
It was an autumn moon, a blood moon. By the light of that moon, Darron was able
to see the practiced movements of six black-cloaked figures, who swayed to the
steady beat of an invisible drum. Their shapes were obscure in the pale light,
and it was impossible to determine if they were men or women because the dark,
hooded robes they wore hid their features from view.
There was an altar erected in the center of a circle that was outlined in black charcoal. On that altar sat the normal tools of ritual: a black tipped dagger, a silver chalice, an incense burner, and multiple black candles. Darron owned similar items. They weren't frightening in themselves. But the altar, like the people who lingered around it, was outlined by a shimmering black aura. The vibrations they relayed were no less than evil. Their presence made Darron shudder. He watched in horror, as a silent and unwelcome spectator to the forbidden rights.
Four of the cloaked figures took up the elemental corners, preparing to call the Guardians. The Guardians answered their call, unable to ignore the summons because magick can't be divided into good and evil. It's both because nature is both, harsh and devastating yet beautiful and gentle as the need arises. It was just as easy for the dark witches to harness the destructive forces of nature as it was for Darron and his coven to call upon its life giving magick. Good or evil was in the heart of its master, not in the magick that was wielded.
A fifth cloaked figure, the apparent leader of the group, stood in the center of the circle with the dagger raised high above his head. The sixth and final coven member groveled at the feet of the leader, his head lowered in acquiescence. The hood of his cloak hid his face though he was no more than a few feet away from Darron.
"Brother and sisters," the leader proclaimed, his accented voice heavy with his foreboding presence. "Tonight in the wake of the blood moon, we come together to bring a new brother into our fold. He has completed the required tasks and proven himself worthy to join us in our work."
"So mote it be!"
The four other cloaked figures cried out in perfect unison. Their hands were raised to the sky in honor of the blood moon.
The leader picked up the chalice from the altar. He followed the path of the circle to all of the elemental corners, stopping at each of the robed coven members in turn. Each offered their willing hands to their leader, palm outward. Each welcomed the point of the black edged dagger as it dug into their open palms without so much as a gasp of pain. The high priest cut a clean line down the centers of the palms of his disciples, and they all squeezed their fingers against the open wound to allow the blood to drip into the waiting chalice.
After collecting the offering from his followers, the leader returned to the center of the circle and the waiting initiate. With one quick motion, he sliced open his own palm. He held his hand over the cup, letting his blood drip slowly into the chalice, until the wound miraculously healed before Darron's startled eyes. When the chalice was full, he carried it to the eager initiate who took the cup firmly into his hands and tilted it towards his lips.
"As this blood makes you one with our flesh, so your soul follows to become one with the darkness," the English voice intoned.
As the initiate drained the last of the liquid in the chalice, his hood fell away, revealing a blonde ponytail pulled back over a pale white face, made even paler by the outline of bright red blood around his lips. Darron watched in stunned, horrified silence as his own face turned to meet his gaze. Eyes turned as black as coals stared back at Darron with a grim smile of satisfaction.
"Rise Darron," the leader commanded. And as he spoke, he lifted the hood from his head. Rise brother of the Dark Coven."
There was an altar erected in the center of a circle that was outlined in black charcoal. On that altar sat the normal tools of ritual: a black tipped dagger, a silver chalice, an incense burner, and multiple black candles. Darron owned similar items. They weren't frightening in themselves. But the altar, like the people who lingered around it, was outlined by a shimmering black aura. The vibrations they relayed were no less than evil. Their presence made Darron shudder. He watched in horror, as a silent and unwelcome spectator to the forbidden rights.
Four of the cloaked figures took up the elemental corners, preparing to call the Guardians. The Guardians answered their call, unable to ignore the summons because magick can't be divided into good and evil. It's both because nature is both, harsh and devastating yet beautiful and gentle as the need arises. It was just as easy for the dark witches to harness the destructive forces of nature as it was for Darron and his coven to call upon its life giving magick. Good or evil was in the heart of its master, not in the magick that was wielded.
A fifth cloaked figure, the apparent leader of the group, stood in the center of the circle with the dagger raised high above his head. The sixth and final coven member groveled at the feet of the leader, his head lowered in acquiescence. The hood of his cloak hid his face though he was no more than a few feet away from Darron.
"Brother and sisters," the leader proclaimed, his accented voice heavy with his foreboding presence. "Tonight in the wake of the blood moon, we come together to bring a new brother into our fold. He has completed the required tasks and proven himself worthy to join us in our work."
"So mote it be!"
The four other cloaked figures cried out in perfect unison. Their hands were raised to the sky in honor of the blood moon.
The leader picked up the chalice from the altar. He followed the path of the circle to all of the elemental corners, stopping at each of the robed coven members in turn. Each offered their willing hands to their leader, palm outward. Each welcomed the point of the black edged dagger as it dug into their open palms without so much as a gasp of pain. The high priest cut a clean line down the centers of the palms of his disciples, and they all squeezed their fingers against the open wound to allow the blood to drip into the waiting chalice.
After collecting the offering from his followers, the leader returned to the center of the circle and the waiting initiate. With one quick motion, he sliced open his own palm. He held his hand over the cup, letting his blood drip slowly into the chalice, until the wound miraculously healed before Darron's startled eyes. When the chalice was full, he carried it to the eager initiate who took the cup firmly into his hands and tilted it towards his lips.
"As this blood makes you one with our flesh, so your soul follows to become one with the darkness," the English voice intoned.
As the initiate drained the last of the liquid in the chalice, his hood fell away, revealing a blonde ponytail pulled back over a pale white face, made even paler by the outline of bright red blood around his lips. Darron watched in stunned, horrified silence as his own face turned to meet his gaze. Eyes turned as black as coals stared back at Darron with a grim smile of satisfaction.
"Rise Darron," the leader commanded. And as he spoke, he lifted the hood from his head. Rise brother of the Dark Coven."
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