Goodreads Facebook Twitter
Eleanor T Beaty's Blog

Great Review for Souls of Darkness!!

published on March 1st, 2013

Wonderful review from http://notwhileimreading.blogspot.com.br/

This wasn’t the type of book I normally read. But I loved it. Souls of Darkness by Eleanor T. Beaty was a great read.

Alex and his mother take a “vacation” to an island they believe Alex’s father visited at some point in the distant past. They’re hoping, or at least Alex’s mother is hoping, to kind of refresh and recharge batteries, if you will. Alex is just hoping the island has a night life full of fun. He doesn’t know he could not be further from the truth. The island is the complete and polar opposite of anything he knows. There are no tourists. The island itself seems to be stuck in some earlier part of the century. And poor Alex finds that to explore the island or get anywhere period, he is going to have to rent a bicycle that was probably made some time in the 1960′s.

But there is one bright spot. Taiya works on the island and lives just down the street from where Alex and his mother, Charlotte, are staying. She’s full of spunk and she’s feisty and Alex is smitten with her from the start. Luckily for him, the feeling is mutual. She becomes his tour guide and with the help of her father, Michael, Alex learns the history of the island. It’s a history that changes his mind about things like spirits and the afterlife. A history that frightens him and every other person living on that island.

I liked Alex. It’s not often I read a story like this. He’s a teenage guy but without the arrogance and cockiness that I see in a lot of other novels. He’s normal. And he’s a genuinely good guy. He cares about his mother and despite the fact that he’s been on that island all of 5 minutes before he’s thrown in to the middle of this… battle… he cares about IT too. Even though it scares him.

Taiya is a sweet character. She’s smart and she’s quick to jump in to the action and help wherever she thinks she can. I pictured her as kind of looking like Q’orianka Kilcher. She and Alex grew quickly together and she was a fantastic heroine.

There were a lot of likeable characters in Souls of Darkness. Nehn, the little boy who jumps around like a Kangaroo. Butler, even though he seems cowardly to others, he proves himself extremely brave. Hanu, the helpful healer Alex and Taiya work with to try and rid the island of Rangur, the malevolent spirit who just won’t leave it and its inhabitants alone. And Gabe, the ever watchful Australian ”babysitter”. If there’s trouble he jumps in to save the day.

Once I’d gotten through the first few pages and understood what was going on, this book just seemed to speed right by. I was finished with it before I realized it. It was exciting and full of twists and turns and thrills and setbacks galore. I found myself giving in to the history and the lore of the island, wishing I, too, could be like Alex and Taiya. Or even Hanu. There were definitely some surprises thrown in throughout the story. Some that seemed to come just in the knick of time and some that just made me sad.

I would recommend this book to everyone, but especially those interested in spirits and paranormal things. It’s a book that can span many age groups so I might recommend this for anyone ages 16 and up. It may be a bit complicated for young readers. I know I loved it, and it’s a definite must read!

 

 

http://notwhileimreading.blogspot.com.br/2013/03/blog-tour-stop-review-giveaway-souls-of.html


The Inspiration of a Character

published on February 27th, 2013

Fallen Ruler – Sci-fi/ Mystical

Andrea, the character vs. the inspiration.

By Eleanor T Beaty

 

I based Andrea, Lya’s older sister, on a childhood friend. I did exaggerate a bit of her meanness but not too much. Her role, as a secondary character, was meant to contrast Lya’s kindness. I intended Andrea to be extremely dislikable, but many readers have reacted warmly towards her. Concerned even. An unexpected reaction, but a welcome one. This childhood friend of mine was a year older than me, and I was fascinated by her. For the sake of this blog, I will call her Mary.

 

Mary was my alter ego. I was shy, she wasn’t. I never lied, she always did and so on… that should be enough to get an idea of how opposite we were. Even physically. I was tall and thin, she was short and curvy. What we did have in common was; complicated parents of foreign origin, the same school and the tendency to get into trouble. We were drawn to each and did practically everything together through our early teens.

 

However, we did have a few falling-outs. I was somewhat short tempered and Mary was a provoker. Once, when we were at summer school together, we fought and went from best friends to worst enemies. I had a roommate I didn’t like much and Mary knew it. She decided to befriend the so-called roommate to annoy me and would come around to provoke.

 

It didn’t take much to make me lose it. My roommate and I had split the room in half with tape and I stated Mary could never step on my half. Until that day I had never released my wrath on Mary. She had no reason to think I would. Mary walked in, saw the tape and put her foot on my side. I warned her to remove it. She didn’t. I pounced on her and scratched her from head to toe. She ran out, straight to the infirmary where she was given a tetanus shot. Maybe she didn’t explain that the nails that scratched her were FINGERNAILS. Seriously, who gets a tetanus shot because of fingernails?

 

Well there went my reputation for the rest of the summer. Mary never challenged me again, physically, but when she could, she would put me down verbally, or go for the guy I had a crush on. Even so I couldn’t help but like her. She was funny and creative, had a great sense of style and got whatever she wanted. Unfortunately, when a teen we don’t see the down side to having our every whim fulfilled. What Mary didn’t have was a family that cared.

 

I didn’t have much of one either, but somehow it was more than she had. My parents imposed more rules, I didn’t get almost anything I wanted-even though my family was also well-off, and I got shipped off to boarding school for three years. Summer camps filled in the gaps between school terms. Mary went to a boarding school for one year and was allowed back. But not me. I could beg until I was green, my parents didn’t care. I only managed to come home in ninth grade after getting kicked out so many times, my parents ran out of options.

 

During my years in boarding school, Mary started drinking, not on the weekend or at parties, like the rest of us, but during school. She would take orange juice and vodka with her everyday. By 15 she was an alcoholic. Then going out with Mary to a party became a not-so-fun adventure. Most of the time the night would end with either my sibling or I carrying an almost unconscious Mary back to our house.

 

In Fallen Ruler, the scene on the stairs where Lya has to get Andrea up to her room was based on Mary. Every time Mary would argue with me all the way up, saying she could do it alone, until one day I got tired of being mistreated and let go. She tumbled down the stairs. I went back down and asked her if she was ready to try again. That was the last time she berated me. In my bedroom I put her down on the mattress, took off her clothes and covered her. She asked me to untie a bead necklace. For the love of God, there was no way I could undo the knot, and she insisted I get it off. I did, with scissors. When she woke up the next morning she saw all the purple marks on her body and her bead necklace strewn across the floor. I told her I had no idea how any of that had happened. If she wasn’t go to remember, why should I, right?

 

We slowly grew apart as her drinking got worse. So many people tried to help her get off that path of self-destruction but she didn’t want to change. By the age of twenty, she had such a bad reputation no one would take her seriously, nor give her a chance, or even want to be with her.  It made me angry and sad at the same time that a person with so much potential would choose to be a drunk. And even though I know alcoholism is a disease, she had so many opportunities, the friends, and money to get the treatment and help she needed, but she chose not to. Mary died in her early fifties, leaving only the memory of a sorry drunk as her legacy. Andrea is a tribute to Mary, and a reminder that children require and need guidance, not things. Not luxury, not freedom but rules, well defined rules, to be able to cope with life.


Fallen Ruler Event

published on February 17th, 2013


The Count – A Paranormal Dog.

published on February 15th, 2013

My name is Count Dracula, I am over six hundred years old and some days I feel the years in my bones. Bones mmmm

Button[1]

I should have asked for the rhino femur the gypsy tricked me next time, next time I will insist.

Anyways where was I? I was telling you about myself! I am of mixed blood my father was a Lhasa Apso (the lion dog of Tibet) and my mother was well, it isn’t quite clear what breed she was, according to Ornella the tricky gypsy. All I know is she was of a very rare breed gray with short hair.

“She was a mutt. Are you talking to one of your fans again?”

“I am and my mother was NOT a mutt. I really don’t know why that gypsy always has to butt into my conversations, she’s upstairs cleaning her travel trunks she should concentrate on what she’s doing, those things are a mess. 溺y mother was a descendent of a Komondor.

“Well that could be, so you had a mop for a mother?” The gypsy cackled, she can be so annoying sometimes when she thinks she’s funny.

“I will have you know The Komondors are a very powerful breed of guardian dogs. Tricky gypsy doesn’t know what’s she’s talking about half the time.

“Who look like mops.

That’s it, I知 ignoring her you can too there is no sense talking to her right now.

Okay so where was I? I keep getting thrown off track! Ornella isn’t my only problem today I have this zombie man that just walked in 10 minutes ago and sat down. He isn’t saying anything doesn’t seem to catch on that he’s dead no matter what I tell him he just SITS here. Let me see if poking him gets him going…

“You池e dead! Go visit the neighbors, they like dead people. Woah he’s moving now, a bit robotic but moving! There he goes through the living room wall the neighbor’s wife can see spirits so I usually send them over there. Glad to be rid of that distraction. Ornella, that tricky gypsy, she give me the power to hypnotize but only on the recently deceased I guess she doesn’t want to risk I will use it on her. I would too, wouldn’t be able to resist it.
Grrrr she is running around upstairs from one room to another now I can hear her! There must another descendant of the tribe surfacing. I hope where ever we are going this time it’s somewhere nice Paris or London, we haven’t been there in a while. Here she comes down the stairs, cross your fingers for me…

“We leave after I see child. She says and just leaves. This must be an important one; I have to go check out the map. See, on her bedroom wall is the tribal map for the Women of Janos it’s covered in all kinds of dots orange, pink, yellow. These dots represent the female descendents of the Women of Janos a magical gypsy tribe that has existed for hundreds of years.

I have been with the gypsy since 8 years before she became immortal since she was chosen as the tribe’s guardian, for the Women of Janos. That incredible moment happened on the night of July 18, 1456 not long after the Hungarians managed to fight off the Turks. I knew gypsies had magic before that but I never imagined one could be as powerful as my Ornella. After she became guardian, she in turn gave me immortality because I am very important to her. She can’t live without me I am her right AND left hand! She should treat me better or at least give me more GOOD bones that’s not asking too much is it?

Don’t tell her I am going in her room okay? She gets kind of snippy about that sometimes I just have to see where we are going.
The Caribbean?!?!?!?!? No, no, no, heat, muggy heat NO. The new dot is right on some island called Maurray right smack in the Caribbean. Why can’t these girls surface somewhere nice? I have to stop her-bah, I won’t be able to. What to do, what to do…
I should try to get something out of it at least though right? I know! I will have to find her travel map for my plan to work. Where is that damn thing?
There it is on top of she had been packing just before she left. I will just hide this map and wait don’t tell on me okay? l have to allow me to take my wild buffalo femur after all I don’t care that she says it’s not allowed, I get my femur or she won’t get her map back!

Oh no, I just heard the door slam! That tricky gypsy must be back I have to hide! I have to find somewhere, somewhere ooo the La Cavalera de La Catrina! Let me just get under the skirt nothing creepier a skeleton wearing a long gown, but it sure does seem like a good place to hide. I have her map and I will just tuck it back here with me and my favorite bone. She値l be willing to negotiate when she gets up here and I will win this time I WILL win. Six hundred years of existence has got to give me some advantage don’t you think?

Shhhh here she comes.


Review

published on February 11th, 2013

Veiled Mist by Eleanor T. Beaty

Posted by Trois Coccinelles Publishing on February 11, 2013.

While I was in Paris a few weeks ago, I received an email from Novel Publicity listing a few of the book offerings they planned to have up this month. I was excited to see Veiled Mist by Eleanor T. Beaty was one of the offerings and I jumped at the chance to do a review. I think I was hooked by reading that the  author lives in Brazil with her husband.

Veiled Mist features Hannah, a character you can’t help but dislike at first because of her self-centered and spoiled behavior. Hannah learns, to her dismay, that the decisions she makes about her own life will have a far greater impact on a tribe of Gypsies – a tribe, it is important to note, that Hannah hates.

While this is clearly a young adult book, I know that I got enough laughs and a few gasps that I would recommend this to anyone who wants a quick read that is both unique and humorous.

 


Guest Post – Hanna – a Paranormal Teen.

published on February 11th, 2013

Hanna.

A character that is hard to like…at first.

When you first meet Hanna Williams, the main character in Veiled Mist, you might not fall in love with her. You might even give off a groan as the story opens because Hanna starts off as a snob, mean even, shallow and futile. In other words, she’s a typical high class teen. But Hanna is a bright diamond…in the rough.

Many wonder why have a main character that is difficult to love? Because I think we tend to allow a first impression to form our opinion of people and we shouldn’t. I have done so many times and from that bad habit I learned people have layers.

The first impression: Hanna’s a spoiled, insufferable brat. The final impression: well… I will leave that up to you.

Through Hanna I tried to show her not so glamorous traits by using a twist of sarcasm, not intending to be preachy. I think it’s sad when shallowness and selfish behaviors are valued personality traits, so I showed them with humor. The fact that Hanna thought sleeping in a sequined gown would guarantee she would not be the gypsy from her dreams was comical and outrageous. In her mind if she slept like a princess, she was one!

Hanna represents many of us, not for her high class origin, but for the normal tendency we had as teens to not care about anyone or anything but ourselves. So what if the ice is melting in the North Pole? I mean, come on, it’s only ice, and like the fridge, new cubes will replace the ones I used in my ice tea. Let’s not get started on those white bears. What difference do they make? How does mankind benefit with their existence? We can always find a home for them in a Zoo. We could even add some color to their new home. White is boring.

And because she is a normal teen, writing as Hanna was not easy for me. I started off using a close relative as a muse and found myself staring at my own behavior at that age. Gosh, it was so long ago I had forgotten about that. It took a few uncomfortable moments to reconcile who I am now with who I was. It was a painful growth process. Unfortunately I didn’t have the help of such a crazy and determined mentor like Ornella! I wish I had.

Through Hanna I was able to make fun of myself, which was comforting as it showed I had grown. When Hanna decided to spend the last year of her life in a self imposed spiritual retreat, she tested turning inwards, looking into her soul, and found there was an empty space. She realized that if she spent a year staring at that empty space she would die of boredom. She tried to list what she had accomplished until that moment and came up empty, with the exception of finding out she was her family’s shameful secret. She couldn’t write her Eulogy. Or she could but it wouldn’t be longer than a paragraph, if that, and all she could do was list her physical attributes.

At that moment she had found a mirror and what she saw made her uncomfortable. And you think, ok, here she goes, turning point. Wrong. Still Hanna doesn’t want to walk the path of change. She wants things to remain as they were, and continue to live life in a comfortable oblivion. Don’t we all, because change can be hard.

Then came the best part as a writer and human; turning the table on Hanna. The change was forced by Ornella, using Hanna’s own worst fears against her. Watching her react, fighting to stay the same, provoked mixed feelings. To the bitter end she resists, but loses the battle because those who love her, the people who know the real Hanna, weren’t willing to give up on her.

Hanna is special even though she doesn’t know it. She’s paranormal, she’s got magic. She has a quirky personality and the most unexpected reactions. She’s annoying and she’s unique. Her logic is flawed and she doesn’t want to look reality in the face, but you can’t help but hope she’ll change. When Ornella, the six-hundred year old gypsy, and her mutt, Count Dracula come into Hanna’s life, one wonders who has the strongest will. A tough call. When reason doesn’t work, Ornella turns to very unconventional methods to convince Hanna she must embrace her mystical path in order to save not only herself but the entire gypsy tribe. Ornella and the Count find that changing Hanna is not a battle but a war they must fight and win to survive.

So what I wonder is, will you come to love Hanna as the story progresses? Will you cheer her on? Or will you prefer another character by the end of the novel?

 


Oriental Wisdom

published on January 23rd, 2013

I thought the Japanese were a culture that respected and valued their elders. Who saw them as the wisdom needed to guide them in the future. That was my impression until I read an article this morning where the ex-prime minister, Taro Aso, declared that the government should not spend money on medical care for the old. I guess an option would be to throw them off a cliff, or ask them to jump in the name of their country, following in the tradition of the Kamikazi pilots. An honorable death in the name of their country! Taro tried to fix his foot-in-mouth statement by saying he would not accept the government’s aid when he got old and sick. Of course not, he’s rich! And all that admiration I had for the oriental culture crumbles when people like Taro Ass make these types of statements. I won’t even get started on the Chinese!!


Test Article for Comments Testing

published on January 17th, 2013

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras quis metus mauris. Nam iaculis urna et orci fermentum sollicitudin. Sed sagittis lacinia leo, et ornare sem imperdiet id. Phasellus et nisl magna, in faucibus dui. Curabitur tincidunt, urna eget tempus iaculis, nibh ipsum vulputate nunc, non tincidunt augue augue ac lorem. Integer in vulputate nulla. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Proin leo turpis, luctus sit amet lobortis id, sodales sit amet lorem. Curabitur vel eleifend tellus. Cras eleifend est vel odio malesuada nec ornare tortor mollis. Vestibulum ut dolor nec risus malesuada pulvinar. Phasellus pharetra est sit amet tellus viverra tristique sit amet a nisl.

Continue reading…


Names – How to pick them.

published on January 8th, 2013

A Guest Post : Names – How to pick them.

Picking names for characters can be fun. I don’t have a specific method and when I wrote my first novel, which took place on another planet, I invented most of the names by playing around with sounds. I had rows and rows of post-its on my walls with possible names to be used. Just letters thrown together, some sounded exotic or nice, others mean and some simply didn’t work.
The funny thing is that some of the names I thought I invented actually existed in languages I had never heard. And sometimes, they popped up in the future. One of the main characters from my first novel was called Niva. A few years after the book was published there was a Russian car called Niva. Unfortunately, the car was of terrible quality. Nyx, the name I gave the main character, is now the name of a video game. Continue reading…


5 Star review from U.P. Book Blogger

published on January 7th, 2013

 5-STARS *****

This book was a blast and I’m glad to have had the chance to read it. The characters were well thought out and likable- the book well written- funny and had a unique plot line. This is a book I would recommend to my friends who love paranormal, or may be the ones with some bratty kids: lol jk :) A good lesson to be found from reading this book- love the message. This was a kindle button presser for me and a joy to read makes a great addition to my kindle books.

Read more at:

http://goo.gl/dAwjV


Next EntriesPrevious Entries