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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Cara Mia by Denise Verrico and an eBook GIVEAWAY!






A Different Take on Vampire Mythology
By
Denise Verrico
When I set out to write Cara Mia my first Immortyl Revolution novel, I read a lot of books on vampire legends.  I’ve always been attracted to the figure of the vampire.  The all-powerful vampire appealed to me as a kind of dark superhero. Although I decided to go with a more sci fi than magical take on vampirism, I do play around a little with the well-known myths in my books and try to give them a biological basis.  
Since our early history, people have understood that if a human being lost a great deal of blood he or she would die.  It’s not surprising that myths of blood-drinking monsters arose all over the globe.  Usually these stories were connected with sudden or early death of a person.  Almost every culture has some sort of vampire myth.  Like most people, I was familiar with the Eastern European vampire myths.  In these stories, the vampire is typically thought of as an “undead” demon or re-animated corpse that feeds on the lifeblood or sometimes the soul or sexual energy of human victims. 
As I dug further into the lore, I found that a lot of evidence points to these vampire legends first appearing in India.  This gave me the basis of the Immortyl culture of my vampire series.  Indian mythology provides many examples of vampire-like spirits and deities, but one deity often associated with vampirism is Kali, a fierce form of the mother goddess (Shakti) and consort of Shiva.  Like her husband, Kali both creates and destroys.  She’s often shown standing on the body of Shiva, symbolizing that in the scheme of the cosmos the male principle is subordinate to that of the female. 
Kali is a scary figure, usually depicted as emaciated with withered dark blue or black skin and three eyes. She wears the body parts of her victims as jewelry and has a blood-red tongue that sticks out in defiance. Her favorite places are battlefields where she and her attendants, the dakini, become intoxicated on the blood of victims. 
Because of this fearsome image and some pop-culture references to her, Kali is an often-misunderstood figure in the West.  Historically, only one group associated with Kali was known for violence, the Thugees. These devotees would waylay travelers and use them as blood sacrifices to the goddess. The Thugees were the inspiration behind the Kali worshipers in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, hence a lot of the western misconception.
However, Kali is the goddess of time, not death and only slays evil demons. Symbolically, she annihilates the selfish impulses and ego that bind us to our material bodies. Her aspect may be ferocious, but she is called Kali Maa (Mother Kali) and is revered in many parts of India.  The city of Kolkata (Calcutta) is sacred to her and named for the goddess.  Tantric cults often focus on Kali.  Tantra is an older religious tradition than Hinduism, dating back before the Aryan tribes migrated into India. These groups center on Shakti worship and sometimes use sex and even blood in their rituals. The idea behind this is to gain control over the body to capture divine energy and gain blessings.  
The more I read, the more I became fascinated with the stories surrounding Kali and tantric practices.  This led me to imagine the origin of the Immortyls and their own religion based on tantra.  In my research, I also came across accounts of the devidasi.  These were female temple devotees, skilled in music and dance and frequently exploited as courtesans.  Some of them wielded surprising power.  The devidasi inspired the adepts of the ancient arts in my novels.   These extraordinarily beautiful male and female Immortyls serve Kali as singers, musicians and dancers.  Like their historical counterparts the devidasi, they are employed as courtesans.  The sexual aspect of my adepts’ art is an elaborate tantric ritual symbolizing the act of Immortyl creation. 
The latest Immortyl Revolution novel, My Fearful Symmetry, is set mostly in India at the chief elder’s court.  Here Immortyls live much as they did three thousand years ago.  Nineteen-year-old Cedric MacKinnon, fresh from the modern-day streets of London, is trained as an adept and becomes entangled in a web of political intrigue centered on the revolution started by Mia and Kurt in the first two books.  The young man soon realizes that the chief elder uses Kali’s fearsome reputation as a tool to exert control over other Immortyls.  Cedric is at first highly skeptical of the Goddess’ power, but after much trial and tribulation he begins to question his disbelief.  The neat thing about this book is that it can be read first because the saga is seen through fresh eyes.  The reader can jump into the series here and go back later and read Mia and Kurt’s story in the first two books.
One of the great pleasures for me in writing speculative fiction is all of the possibilities that exist for the imagination.  Urban fantasy, in particular, allows a blending of the real world with the fantastical.  I was recently on a panel at a science fiction convention, where one of the writers suggested that urban fantasy is creating mythology for the modern day.  He referenced Joseph Campbell’s books, such as The Power of Myth.  I’ve always been a fan of Campbell’s theories.  If you haven’t read Campbell’s books and you’re interested in mythology, I highly recommend them.  You may be surprised by the similarity of myths from cultures around the world and corresponding themes in a lot of stories that are popular today.  
GIVEAWAY:



Denise Verrico is giving away 1 eBook copy of her latest novel Twilight of the Gods....the contest will end on October 7th!!!! You have two days, please post your name and email addy and the winner will be picked randomly. 



Spotlight Feature on Denise Verrico


Book Spotlight Feature
Tag line:  A boy becomes a vampire and fights to become a man.
Title: My Fearful Symmetry
Author : Denise Verrico
Genre: Urban fantasy
Format: Print and multi format ebook
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Excerpt My Fearful Symmetry
I reached for the golden door to the ashram, only to crumple to my knees again swooning and dizzy.  With the last of my strength, I inched my way on my belly across the open courtyard to my room.  The sky above turned from black to purple to lavender.  In another thirty minutes, the rays of the sun would cook my tattered flesh into Bolognese.  It seemed like a good idea.  I collapsed against the paving stones.  Deep inside of me a voice called my name—only it wasn’t my name.
Shardul!
I lifted my aching head.  The sacred spring lay between my room and me.  The Goddess stood sentinel above the pool.  Hers arms beckoned.  The waters hastened healing.  I pulled myself over and eased in, letting the water bathe my broken skin.  It stung and burned, but at least I knew that I was still alive.  
Kali’s black face looked down.  Her long tongue stuck out as if to taunt me.
I clung with what strength remained to the pool’s stone edge.  “Is this what you mean about the tyranny of the flesh?” But she didn’t answer.  She remained silent and oblivious as death.  “Bitch…” I lost my grasp on the lip of the pool and slipped below the surface, still gazing into her unseeing eyes.
I thrashed, but couldn’t pull myself to the surface.  My body sank like a stone.  Water filled my throat and nostrils.  Consciousness dissipated into an explosion of dots, like colored pixels.  My Mum’s voice floated in my head.
Hush a bye, don’t you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses…
The wavering image above me dissolved into golden skin and waves of dark hair.  The Mother reached out two arms and pulled me from the water.  The avatar’s supple, golden form suggested Parvati, consort of Lord Shiva.  An aura of pulsating color surrounded her.  I sputtered and coughed the liquid out of my lungs, collapsing into my benefactor’s arms.   My head rested against a bosom soft and rounded, not hard and bony.  
She lifted me as if I were a child, bearing me away to my room, and rolled me belly-down onto my bed.  My head lay on its side.  The hand stroking the wet hair away from my face felt warm.  Lips full and red with blood kissed mine.  Was this real, or was I hallucinating?  
The Goddess anointed and bandaged my wounds.  She pressed her own wrist to my lips restore me.  Blood never tasted so sweet.  Warm tears bathed my face as she kissed my mouth again, a sweep of silken hair brushing over my arm.  As she drew back, my eyes focused and her image became clear.
A pained hiss passed my cracked lips.  “Sandhya?