Interview with Margarita Felices

Crimson Flower Reviews Welcomes Best-Selling Author Margarita Felices!!

I live in Cardiff with my partner and three little mad dogs and I work for a well-known TV broadcasting company. I love living in Cardiff because, for all its modernization, there are still remnants of an old Victorian city. I love writing and base my stories in Cardiff because it has such character.  When I can, I go out to the coast and take photographs, mind you, we have a lovely castle in the city centre and a fairytale one just on the outskirts, so when I feel I can’t write anything, I take a ramble to those locations and it clears my head.    I suppose it was inevitable that someday I would write a novel. My teachers at school used to limit me to no more than ten pages.  When I left school, I wrote short stories for magazines, and it paid my way through college.  I am Gothic; I love the fashion, the architecture and the music. The club in my novel is real. When I was writing book one, I got all my club material and clientele from here, I wouldn’t have finished that section without it.   My first full length novel is called Judgment of Souls: The Kiss at Dawn.  It’s the last story in a trilogy.  I am currently writing story two, the prequel, and after that will be the very first book in the series.  I’ve written short stories for magazines, one about a woman who after an accident is given blood and then starts to see grisly murders in her dreams and the other is about a fake psychic which is now available for download. I also have a romantic story that has being re-written, and will be available in the next few weeks.
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When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
While at school.  But when I attended college I found that I could get paid for my short stories – which I sold to womens magazines
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
*laughs*  Mmmm I have to have a running order of the way the plot is progressing.  I can’t simply face a blank page and know what’s going to go on it.  I have to plot each and every step or I get frustrated.  It’s like a jigsaw puzzle when you start off – and I hate jigsaw puzzles!
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What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
How much fun I had.  And how much inspiration I received by visiting some of my locations and looking and listening to people while I was there. And then coming home and being able to write all of it into some sense that eventually became part of the novel.

Where did you get ideas for your books?
*looks to the heavens*  They just land in my lap and I look up and say ‘thank you very much’.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
One full length novel and one short.  I’m a new author so don’t have that much out there yet, although I have a tonne of stories written in my PC which need updating.  Right now, Judgement of Souls is my favourite because it’s such a huge story.  I hope I can do it justice.

What do you think makes a good story?
It has to draw you in almost immediately.  For me I need an interesting character right at the start to keep me reading any further.  It has to be easy to read, not use complicated words (who needs a smart ass eh?).  I want it to be straight to the point and keep the action going.
Why did you decide to write a trilogy and not a stand-alone novel?
It wasn’t my idea at the start.  But as I got further into the story I realised that readers may want some background knowledge of my characters.  So I think book two will reflect the time from Rachel leaving the safety of the vampire colony up until the start of the already written book 3, that should span over 300 years.   Then I will go back further, to the lives of her parents, the Crusades, how her parents met, finding the Book of Cain, the birth of Rachel and then Max’s arrival, stealing the Book and Rachel’s parents being banished.

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            Rachel landed softly on the tiled floor.  The rooftop garden had received its usual hoard of visitors that day but as always, nothing was disturbed.   She was glad of the quiet, this was her place to think and gather her thoughts, even though she could still hear the faint voices of the usual Friday evening band of office workers making their way to the most popular bars in their area. By ten thirty Cardiff was a lively metropolis filled with loud music and voices.  Different coloured lights shone from neon signs, reflecting onto walls and windows and onto passing cars that seemed oblivious to the petty squabbles that were starting up in the streets. The smells from restaurants wafted around the city streets enticing all to come and eat. Rachel remembered back to the days when the city was just a shipping town that exported coal and steel, but still one of the greatest ports in the world. She loved to look out from the tower of the Castle and see the changes that had taken place.  The old shanty type shops were now new shopping precincts; the changes and better health care meant the people seemed to live longer. She guessed it was probably the main reason why immigrants descended on the city when their ships made port. They brought their families to this new city and soon a multicultural area called Tiger Bay was born. Old terraced houses had filled with children and laughter, neighbours met on doorsteps to gossip and at the end of each week, husbands took their wives to the local public houses, each visit ringing out into the night with songs of old ways and old countries.  It was a community so alive and caring that when eager politicians decided it all should be pulled down to make way for penthouses, bars and cafes and these people scattered to different areas of Cardiff, they unknowingly tore away the one thing the city cared deeply about, the heart that was its communities.  For a few years after, it was a sterile cold place, with odd remnants of the past still visible. But now Cardiff was about to celebrate its centenary as a city; and a new caring society was beginning to rise from the ashes of the old; a new life, a new sense of community, a new Cardiff.  And Rachel couldn’t be happier.  Few places of the old city were left, which is why Rachel liked to spend most of her time in the open tower of the castle that dominated the centre of the city. 
With just over an hour left until sunrise, Rachel leaned over the edge of the tower looking down onto the street below.   She was an alluring woman aged around thirty-two with shoulder length brown hair; and if it wasn’t for her porcelain skin and slender physique she would easily be the kind of person you’d pass in the street, quickly glance at and then glance away from.  The blue jeans, the white woollen jumper and three-quarter-length leather jacket she wore accentuated her slight figure. She had seen the tower with its sculptured roof garden and ornate Victorian fountain when she flew over the castle and the scent from the orchids that grew there wafted up as she past.  She decided to take a closer look and after the first time she came as many times as she could.  Time had passed, and a hundred and thirty-five years later, she couldn’t think of anywhere in the world where she felt more comfortable.  She could think here; she often brought books and immersed herself in the mortal world that at times she wanted so much to be a part of.
And this was her favourite time of the night; the streets were quiet, except for a few revellers making their way home.  The street lamps illuminated the city, as did the lights scattered around the castle she watched the world from.  On the ground, a white mist started to rise from beneath the city, similar to a warm breath on a cold night.  A light breeze brushed passed her and although it was late autumn, the skies were clear with several stars and a big bright moon.
But that same breeze drifted Rachel into a dream-like state, to thoughts of the Elysium and the day of her embrace.   She remembered the temple decorated with a mixture of coloured ribbons, lilies and vines and her parents, Phillipe and Arianna de Grosnez, who watched as Demitri, the highest ruler in the Ministry of Elders, prepared her for the next steps in a tradition that had started six thousand years ago.   Demitri had given consent to her birth – as siring an offspring without Ministry consent was forbidden – and it was therefore right he would be the one to end her mortal life and give her this new life.
She smiled as she remembered her feelings of excitement and the stories her parents had told her as she grew up about the ceremony and what she would become. 
It was her coming of age. 
Then she clenched her hands, her knuckles whitened and her smile faded as she remembered the attack on the Elysium, her parents’ banishment from their home and betrayal by the one person she thought she could trust; all those memories, a lifetime away, but still fresh in her mind.    There was only one person to blame: a man who had broken her heart and condemned her and her parents to shame.  Shaking his image from her mind, she recalled the night she convinced her parents they should sleep until she could redeem their souls from the darkness and re-install them back into the centre of the Elysium.   As they lay together, she kissed them, covered their coffin with a slab of stone and left them to the darkness.
One last look around and Rachel leapt over the turret and made her way down the back-facing wall of the tower.  It was a twenty foot drop that would have probably killed or severely injured a mortal, but Rachel landed gracefully and walked away, almost floating as she hurried.  She had a little under an hour to get back to the safety of the coven.    
          The Underground Palace was a refuge for people tired of the usual designer-clad, boom-cha music clubs that filled the city.   Set back in the older part of town away from the trendy clubs, it was an 18th century Gothic-styled church with pillars and arches to the front and sides decorated with spirals and stone roses, that up to three years ago had most of its roof resting between rotting benches and overgrown plants and was in urgent need of repair.
          But when Daniel and Tobey saw it they knew it was perfect, and spent nearly every penny they owned in restoring it.  With its newly acquired underground reputation, the club catered to head-banging heavy metal, Goths and Indie freaks and was ‘the’ place to hide and become someone else, if only for a few hours. It was a full house tonight as Daniel and Tobey sat together, transfixed on the dance floor.   It had been Daniel’s idea to hold a Halloween fancy dress party; usually they didn’t bother, leaving that sort of event to the over-commercialised clubs in the town, but they needed an excuse to bring more punters in tonight.   
Daniel Moore was in his middle thirties, with shoulder length dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the scantily clad women dancing provocatively close by him to gain his interest.  Instead, he chose to busy himself by rolling a cigarette and then lighting it; he’d seen it all before and it was getting to be old hat.  
But his friend Tobey Jacobs sat fascinated at what he saw was on offer; even Daniel’s chatter didn’t deter his gaze from at least one young woman in particular.   Tobey smiled as the woman made her way towards him. His short blonde hair glistened under the theatrical lights that bounced off the walls and was offset by the blueness of his eyes and the playful, yet mischievous look they portrayed. 
Daniel sighed: another typical evening, but at least the place was full.

About Elizabeth Delana Rosa

Elizabeth Delana Rosa has always been a writer and reader. When she first learned letter and words in Kindergarten, she wrote about pigs who “groo” wings and became “butterfys.” Elizabeth knew way back then that she would have a love affair with books. They have overtaken her life and have been a constant companions. Now over 20 years later, that love flows over into writing blogs, reviews, poetry and fantasy novels. Her blog recently broke the 3000 followers mark.

Posted on August 16, 2012, in Interview. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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