Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Author Spotlight - Froggie27

The Devil's Daughter

Thrown out of heaven by the whims of a conceited Archangel, Abby must hide who she is from both heaven and hell. Betrayal follows her, the angels are against her and the devil is on her tail. Will she survive to save the world from a war raging between heaven and hell? And in the midst of the battles can she avoid falling for the enemy at her side?

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1. Please tell the readers a bit about yourself.

My name’s Ellie and I’m nineteen. I’m from Australia and I’ve been writing for probably ten years now. I love reading and writing and I spend most of my spare time doing so. Having my work published at some point is my ultimate dream. But at the moment I’m studying medicine and just attempting to keep up my writing in my spare time. 

2. What types of books do you write?

I love writing fantasy and the majority of my writing involves dragons of some sort. I recently discovered that I really enjoy writing paranormal as well and so I’m currently working on about three of those. Also attempting a bit of romance, we’ll see how that goes…

3. How many books have you written?

The Devil’s Daughter will be my first completed book, I have written a few short stories and a fair bit of poetry. The rest of my writing is still a work in progress that I will hopefully finish after I complete this one.

4. What movie and/or book are you looking forward to this year?

Catching Fire was the movie I was looking forward to this year, I love the Hunger Games! So obviously I can’t wait for Mockingjay to come out next year. And the movie for Fallen would be awesome.

5. What type of books do you enjoy reading?

I love reading almost any fiction. Generally I prefer fantasy or paranormal and occasionally romance or crime. My favourite books are The Hunger Games, The Inheritance Cycle, The Host, The Scorpio Races, and the Dragons of Pern. 

6. If you were stranded on a desert island what 3 things would you want with you?

1. Food and water…does that count as one or two? Oh well, I’m counting it as one…
2. My dog, because he’s awesome and I can’t leave him behind.
3. A good book to read because I love reading and so that I don’t get bored.

7. Are you considering a sequel?

I’m not entirely sure about writing a sequel, I find in a lot of cases sequels aren’t necessary and it sometimes ruins the story and I really don’t want to write a sequel that doesn’t live up to expectation. I love the characters in this book and I’m not looking forward to leaving them behind. But, since I haven’t finished the first book yet, we’ll just have to see when the time comes.

8. What inspired you to become a writer?

I guess it was reading really. I love getting lost in a story. When I started to get characters running around in my head and worlds creating themselves in my mind, writing them down was just the thing to do. Some of them don’t get far but I love coming up with ideas and working to find a way for my characters to make things happen. Creating twists and turns and events that I didn’t even see coming and finding ways to make everything fit together to create a story is the best feeling and I just love doing it.


"How long do you intend to stand there, projecting your thoughts to anyone with the ability to hear them?" I jump at the voice, unprepared for company. Wings flaring and blade in hand I whirl on the intruder, ready for a fight.

I have him up against the wall, blade to his throat before he even has the chance to draw his weapon.
"It's me." Razakiel says, his voice almost bored, despite the steel at his throat. His dark, green eyes are guarded as he looks down at me, no emotion visible in their depths. “A bit jumpy are we, Abby?” A jolt runs through me at his casual use of the name, only Chase ever calls me Abby. And he only ever does so in private. 

"How long have you been here?" Despite my attempt to sound confident and demanding, it comes out almost a whisper, fear leaking into my tone.

"Well, I was never asleep, if that answers your question." I almost drop my knife at the shudder of trepidation that runs through me. He knows. He knows and as soon as he tells Lucifer I’m dead; he’ll torture me, use me in his plans and then kill me, or lock me up until he needs me again. I can’t let it happen. I don’t think I’ll survive going under his knife again, let alone being the sole cause of Heaven’s downfall. 

Determination fills me as an escape route comes to mind. I press the blade deeper into his skin, feeling the edge bite in, letting blood bead around the silver surface. 

"So, I just have to kill you then?" For the first time, emotion flickers in his eyes, and a look of surprise crosses his sharp features, like he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself. Then he wipes the look from his face and the blank, guarded expression is back.

"You couldn’t kill me." He says as his hands come up, from where they had been resting at his sides, and shove me from him. In my surprise, I stumble back. Only able to watch as his own blade appears in his hands, and I lose any advantage I might have had.

My feet mirror his as he steps around me, attempting to gain an advantage. We circle each other. Waiting. His body shifts as he leaps towards me and I dive. I slide beneath him, while he stumbles with nothing to slow his momentum and hits the wall. With a light flap of my wings I’m back on my feet facing him. As he attempts to regain his balance and turn to face me. I rush at him. Blade pointed at his heart. He twists at the last second and it barely grazes his side. 

"You cut me!" He exclaims, voice overflowing with disbelief. 

"I said I was going to kill you. What did you expect? That I’d just let you win?" He regards me from the opposite side of the tunnel, a spark igniting in his eyes. Incredulity fills me as a smirk crosses his face.

Almost indignant at his careless attitude I run at him again desperate to slide my blade between his ribs; anything to prove that I can and will kill him. His smirk remains on his face even as my blade is centimetres from his chest. At the last second, he moves again twisting out from under the knife. I hit the wall and before I can turn on him again he presses his body into my back forcing me up against the rough-hewn wall. His hands reach down and grip mine, squeezing until I drop the weapon, then raising both my arms above my head and holding them in one of his. I almost growl in protest as I struggle against him. It doesn’t shift him though, he only presses harder against me forcing me into the wall. 

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as my heart races in my chest, but I can’t get him off of me. I know he can’t kill me; but he will take me to Lucifer, and the thought of that makes me wish he would drive his knife through my chest. Death would be better than my current fate.

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