Guest Post – Ruth Ellen Parlour, Earth Angel tour

It’s nearly the end of my blog tour and I’d like to thank Jane for hosting today!

Earth Angel is my first novel and it has developed over quite a number of years as I’ve been learning more about the writing craft.

I first developed the concept when I was a teenager and I’ve been writing stories since then, building up characters and my fictional world. Earth Angel has gone through numerous versions and rewrites and only now, 10 years since I first coined the idea, did I feel confident enough to publish it.

The thing I love most about Earth Angel is the characters. I love their quirks, secrets and their aspirations, then I love putting them through hell to see how they cope with it!

I decided to self-publish after researching in depth and becoming very enthusiastic. I could write what I wanted and publish when it was ready, not having to wait for an acceptance from an agent. Being published traditionally does not guarantee success, if your books don’t sell fast they’ll be removed off the shelves! A self-published book will stay on the virtual shelf indefinitely. Also I got to design my own book cover which was so much fun!

I’m currently working on a spin-off of Earth Angel called God Slayer which takes place 100 years before the events of Earth Angel. I’ve planned Earth Angel to be a series of four books and the spin-off to be a trilogy.

Eardesha is protected by the twelve Gods and their Earth Angels. Fighting against her destiny as an Earth Angel, Faith is returning to the temple for her lover who she had to leave behind. Gabrielle, a criminal, escapes from prison only to be guided back by the God’s to help Faith stop a war. Threatened by invasion from the Krieger, Eardesha’s military trains convicted criminals into a brutal and disposable army. Gabrielle and Faith discover a power the Gods have kept secret for thousands of years, a secret that would change the future of Eardesha, and use it to stop the war.

Ruth was born in North Yorkshire and grew up in country Durham, North East England. She is a fantasy writer for young adults and occasionally write short stories. She is currently studying a master’s degree in digital arts and design at Teesside after obtaining her BA in interior design.

She especially love bunnies, and has a cheeky lop called Bandit and one day hopes to be a fosterer for unwanted bunnies.

www.ruthellenparlour.com

www.ruthparlourdesign.wordpress.com

Earth Angel on Amazon

Twitter @RuthEParlour

Leap of faith

Can you take a leap of faith? Can you dive into the river, not knowing if you will make it to the other side when you’ll hear the call? I don’t know the answers, I don’t know what will happen, what I see is only a glimpse of the big puzzle, how the invisible threads that are tied together and pull us in a direction or another.

But, in the end, you cannot avoid it, it’s laid there, in front of you, and you walk towards it even when you believe you cheated it, when you congratulate yourself for escaping the chains.

Anyway, we’ll end up in the same place, at the same time. We might change something along the way, but we’ll be there, on the stage, playing the part that was designed for us, we’ll know the lines when the time will come.

Or I just might be terribly insane, but aren’t we all?

Cold and final

Cold and final, this touch
shuts down my eyelids,
silence slides down my throat.

I can still hear
the soft hum in your chest,
I can feel the trembling of your hands
as you tie the rope around my ankles
and wrists,
I can feel the snow biting on my skin.

I’m not a cat,
I don’t have nine lives to die,
I have nothing but this old coin
pressed on my tongue.

We all die,
some silenced by time,
some by knife.

The pink Phoenix

In London, these last few days, the sun’s been up in the sky and so are my hopes. My eyes opened to see the truth, to see the reality, the things that I didn’t want to face. But now, things have changed. I am changing. I am being reborn, slowly from my own ashes, true to the core but shining  brighter than before.

And it all starts with the little things; like quitting smoking (4 days now), going on a healthy diet, doing exercises, writing again, improving mind and spirit and, most of all, keeping my eyes wide open. Time for a change, time to spread the wings and let the right people in, time to smile and shine.

I came to London to in search of love and I found it, I came to London to rediscover myself, I came to London to change my life. This is my journey and it starts here, it might not end here, but I’m back on track, rediscovering myself and the people around me, listening, not only with ears, but with heart and mind too. I’ve been down, but I got up. I try to smile every day, every morning, even when I feel lonely and everything is quiet around me. I turn to the hum inside my heart and I find joy.

Of course, my journey just started, my eyes still adjust to the new light, but I praise this new beginning, wherever it might take me, whatever it might happen. Time to wear pink (ha!).

This is not a poem.

did you know that sometimes I close the door
to keep you outside, to be all alone,
did you know that sometimes I fall on my knees?

please don’t close the curtains at night
I want to see the sky
and please, please don’t go until you say
goodbye
because I want to remember your voice.

I could write you poems and songs
I could love you until the end of life
but a rat’s life is short
and I want to stare into your black eyes
and see the stars.

please, never let me sleep
I don’t want to close my eyes in front of you,
but please let me dream
I need to feel you close
even if you’re not

a poem

Sylvia

‘You do not know how a lonely heart
is trapped in a cageSylvia Plath
made of dreams
and bones.’
she said.

‘Yes, I do not know how to walk
in a too small shoe
but I feel the pain
of the foot.’

And it’s only a whisper
inside my head.

I weep knowing that Sylvia
is lying in a wooden box
with no windows
her flesh white as marble;
I’d never thought she’ll fall asleep,
breathless on the floor of her kitchen.

Bittersweet

Oh, sweet death

you’re doing better than me

you’re keeping into your embrace

the loved ones

there’s a heart at stake

die was cast

my eyes are turning blue

Oh, love take me in your sweet embrace

pull the trigger that keeps my eyes open

and let me dream forever