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Empress
Hometown: Melbourne
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“Quirky” – that’s the word I hear frequently.
I write short fiction that usually starts off as crime but twists into fantasy/sci fi/romance. It’s a lot of fun when it works the way I wanted, and often even better when it doesn’t. Either way, it's working well at the moment with ebooks available from Mystic Moon Press, the print book imminent, and short stories in various ezines and mags.
I’m an Aquarius. I think that explains a lot.
Never give me roses. I know, they’re supposed to be symbols of romance and passion, but really… they rarely have a scent and fade too fast, assuming that they do in fact open.
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Activities: Read too late, write prolifically, adore eating white nectarines, figuring out a way to get to Paris etc without being stuck on a plane for more than 1 hour, making lists (then ignoring them).
Favorite Music: Currently? Always the Sun, Werewolves of London, Cruel to be Kind, Rio, You're So Vain
Favorite TV Shows: Dexter, Maid Marian & Her Merry Men, Spicks & Specks ... um, I don't have much patience for watching TV.
Favorite Movies: The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, The Mummy, Cold Comfort Farm, Saving Grace, An Ideal Husband, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, The Italian Job, Mystery Men, St Trinians
Favorite Books: Freedom & Necessity, Sunshine, Black Dagger Brotherhood, Howl's Moving Castle, Games of Command, Season of Shadows, The Practical Princess & Other Liberated Fairy Tales, Paladin of Souls, Jaz Parks, Getting Rid of Bradley, Murder with Peacocks, World of the Lupi...
Influences: Miss Piggy, Modesty Blaise
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empress's Featured Art
Winterlark
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When they forbade clocks they exiled time. Then they opened the doors to the exiled, turned the lights to soft and welcomed the lonely into the loving arms of lyricism who loved them all back with a black velvet voice.
A touch of sin in summer, the lightning with the rain, Winterlark crooned the last note, holding it close and warm as she rolled one bared shoulder, curving a hand around the microphone to pull it closer to her lips. She continued to curve as she dipped, her spine arching, hips swaying as she explored the limits of her vocal range, pushing the liquid sound into a subtle shimmy on the threshold of pain.
Curving up now instead of down, the blossom to the stem of the microphone, her ankle hooked around the steel as hers lips twisted, bent the music into a broody mood. She conjured a counterbeat with the snapping of her fingers, tossed a wink to her audience that was pure Winterlark wickedness as the heel of her boot hit the stage-
Snap … the lights cut out, banished the world to black-
Snap … the jazz trio exploded into a percussive tattoo, an incisive beat, dominant and altogether alpha. With sight stripped from the chain of command, hearing took the wheel and wound the window down down down.
The insistent throb tangled in the hindbrain, pressed the primal buttons. It created a crackle in the blood from the sultry simmer of the Winterlark’s melody, called a glow of energy that grew to a haze as the lights powered up again.
Winterlark spun the microphone stand out and brought it home. She raised a brow, twirled a finger in the steamy air and called the wild music to heel. With a squaring of her shoulders that shivered the sequins of her gown, the chanteuse captured the mike, mouth a sly curve to match the lilt of her lashes.
‘Smooth,’ she promised. ‘He’s a smoo–ooo-oth operator.’
The bass player essayed a doubting throb and she answered with a toss of her head, raven locks tickling the small of her back. ‘He’s a born alligator.’
A rill of notes from the piano prompted a flourish of her hand towards the bar beyond the ring of tables and chairs, to the man who glared at the lights as though daring them to dim.
Winterlark blew him a kiss. ‘Face to face, each classic case.’
He ducked and turned the move into a grab for the glue gun on the counter.
‘We shadow box and double cross.’ She cradled the microphone in both hands, hips tracing figure eights as her fingers played. ‘Yet need the chase… a smoo...More >>
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