So today we have a special visit from the fabulous Liz DeJesus. She's here to tell us a little about herself and give us a sneak peak of her new book, First Frost.
""Your little brat is here,” Lenore said.
Rose
took a raspy breath and muttered a prayer for her daughter’s safety. Lenore
sneered when she heard what she was doing but said nothing.
Lenore laughed. She already knew Bianca had the
spell book with her. She could feel its pull—its power. The girl was foolish
enough to think that she could trade the book for her mother’s life.
Mistress told me
so.
Lenore thought about the promises that Mirabel
had made to her when she decided to attack Rose and steal the book from them
ten years ago. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know in order to bring
your mother back to life. But…you have to promise me that you will destroy the
Frost women. They are the only ones left with Snow White’s blood still running
in their veins.”
Lenore had only nodded and agreed to her demands.
All she wanted was her mother back. Rose’s estranged mother, Alice, had fought
and killed Gertrude before her very eyes. The only thing that helped her sleep
at night was the fact that Gertrude’s death curse had fallen upon Alice and had
killed her instantly.
She knew that Queen Mirabel had a spell that
could bring back the dead. She had spent a year trying to contact her spirit
and just when she had been close to giving up, Mirabel had appeared inside her
bedroom mirror.
She looked into Rose’s eyes. They were the same
shade of emerald green as her mother’s. All it did was remind her of her loss
and how much she abhorred Rose and her family and everything they represented.
She tried to keep her hatred in check. No matter how much she wanted to kill
her, she needed her alive for a while longer.
Mistress said
she wanted her alive. But she didn’t say I couldn’t have a bit of fun with her.
“Hungry?” Lenore asked.
Rose didn’t answer. In the three days she since
she captured the witch, Lenore had only given her stale bread and dirty water.
Lenore was amazed she hadn’t gotten sick.
Lenore pulled a bright red apple out of her
pocket. “Here.”
Rose tightened her lips and moved her face away
from the apple. Lenore hissed and grabbed Rose by the jaw. She pried Rose’s
mouth open and shoved the apple in her mouth. Rose squirmed and spat the piece
of apple she had bitten. She could see Rose trying hard to resist the crisp and
juicy apple.
Lenore leaned over and whispered into Rose’s ear,
“I want you to know…the only reason you’re still even breathing is because I
want to see the look on your face when I extinguish the light out of your
daughter’s eyes.”
Angry tears escaped Rose’s eyes. Lenore could see
the impotent rage in her enemy’s face and delighted in it. Rose shrieked and
screamed as she struggled against the ropes that bound her. She knew what would
happen to her should Rose break free. The sounds coming out of her were so
animalistic, so primal…a mother protecting her young. Well, too bad it wouldn’t
do her any good.
“Don’t bother. Even if you do manage to get out
of those ropes, you won’t be able to leave.”
Lenore cackled and walked out of the room. She
closed the door behind her and then pressed her ear against it.
She heard as Rose burst into tears once she
thought Lenore was gone.
“Oh, God, help me. David…I don’t know where you
are…if you’re even alive, but please hear me. I need your help. Don’t let
Bianca anywhere near this place. This place reeks of envy and death. Please
find me…I don’t want to die here.”
Lenore walked away and chuckled. There was no God
or any god that would hear her plea. She was going to see to it that she died
in that room. Alone. In the darkness. With no one to hear her scream. "
© Liz DeJesus 2012
Author Bio
Liz
DeJesus was born on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. She is a
novelist and a poet. She has been writing for as long as she was capable
of holding a pen. She is the author of the novel Nina (Blu Phi'er
Publishing, October 2007) and The
Jackets (Arte Publico Press, March 31st 2011). Liz is
currently working on a new novel.
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