In celebration of C. Desert Rose’s impending book release, we, the members of All Authors are hosting a blog tour. One which will showcase different facets of Ms. Rose’s collection.
Recently, I asked Ms. Rose to answer a question for me:
What was the your inspiration behind the Fate’s Endeavor Series and how that led into the creation of “Demoness Enchanted”?
Mr. Rose replied as follows:
Fast forward to several months later.
One night, when I was at about the halfway point of writing “If Death Should Love Me”, I had a dream. My dream was about Zita. I was Zita. I felt every single thing. I was her. I’d never had a dream like the before. It was so powerful and so real. When I woke up, Zita (who was me), lingered in my mind’s eye. It was then that “Demoness Enchanted” came to life.
So far each story in the series has come about in a similar fashion.
Coming February 26th, 2016!
Copyright 2016, C. Desert Rose and All Authors Publishing House
She was so beautiful.
So much more than words could ever explain. She looked like, spoke like, moved like … an angel.
I just couldn’t explain, couldn’t describe it, shit, it didn’t even make any sense to me!
I didn’t know what was happening to me when it came to this girl. In some weird way I felt connected to her. I’d never felt like this for any girl before. If girls were always a mystery to me, and they were, Zita was the greatest of all.
The entire airplane ride home, I watched her, looking at every move, every breath.
Now we were about to land. Here things were different, crazy different and I wondered if she would adjust well.
A sudden rush of jealousy came over me as I thought of the guys here and how they’d look at her. They would be all over her.
Ah, who the hell was I kidding, I used to be one of those pigs. Now I was just a dimwit fascinated with a girl that I could probably never have and knew was completely out of my league.
Roman, you freaking idiot!
Just as we were about to land the airplane began to experience some turbulence. But it was weird though because instead of shaking, the plane sort of jerked up and down. Then there was a loud clonk. Everyone seemed to notice the turbulence but not the sound, and none of them seemed the least bit concerned.
Well, no one but Zita and I. I knew because when I looked over at her, her eyes were enormous. They kind of look you get when you’re scared shitless. Me on the other hand, I gripped the armrests of my seat for dear life. Next thing I know Zita’s eyes fixed on the ceiling of the plane like she was trying to look for where the bang came from.
Okay, … is it me or did she also hear the thud also?
I looked up too.
I heard stomping. Like crazy weird stomping on top of a moving airplane!
Frantic I looked around, trying to see if anyone else, specifically someone who spoke English was hearing that too.
Nothing. No one.
“Um … Excuse me, Miss … Flight attendant…?” I asked, slowly losing control.
“Yes young man?” she stopped, with this subservient look on her face, like she wanted to give me a Coke so that I could shut the hell up.
“Um, did you hear that?” I stammered.
“What young man?” she looked detached when she asked that.
“Uh, um, you know what? Never mind.”
The stewardess moseyed off like it was none of her business that I was losing my mind.
Now I was even tenser than just a few seconds ago, so was Zita. I shot a look up at the ceiling as the stomping grew louder, closer.