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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Dark Souls by Ketley Allison Tour & Interview

Dark Souls

Dark Souls Series
Volume I
Ketley Allison

Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: July 19, 2013

ISBN: 978-0-615-85755-8

Number of pages: 280
Word Count: 103,000


Book Description:

19-year-old Emily desperately wants a name for what she is. For what is consuming and torturing her. For what is changing her.

But she’s not crazy like her mother. She’s not.

Emily may not be as crazy as she thinks, because her body is no longer her own. Something is stirring inside her. It is soft, seductive, and tells her what to do to survive. As Emily learns that her world has been infected by demons that consume human souls and fit seamlessly into the bodies they empty, she must also accept that she is one of them. Yet, she is different from the rest, because her darkness didn’t inhabit her, it was awakened. And it doesn’t just want the humans.

Short Excerpt:

I was never supposed to live.
At least, that was what my mother would scream at me during her rages, her face twisted into savage fury as she lunged at me—either to kill me or mutilate me, I could never really tell. 
“You are wrong! You are an abomination!” she cried before charging at me, her right arm raised high as if to slay me in one swift, ferocious plunge.
Yet, for reasons that still escape me, she would never make that one final move. She would always stop mid-leap, her face frozen and twisted for a few terrifying seconds before I would see her body slacken, her tendons snapping and releasing like broken cords as she fell heavily to the floor, just before reaching me. What I remember most clearly was that moment of calm, chilling stillness, just before her legs would collapse beneath her, where her eyes, wide and unblinking, would focus solely on mine. Even when the rage turned into haggard despair and she crumbled before me, she would never look away. 
That memory, that horrifying image of my mother that I could never entirely erase, was the first thing that entered my mind when my world started falling apart.
The beginning of my destruction started out suspiciously enough. White blurred into black in front of me, the steam rising like smoke and clogging my breath as I stirred, clink, clink, clink. My face was heated, too hot, and I swiped a quick hand over my damp brow before I mustered up a smile.
“Here you are.”
“Oh, uh, no. I ordered a white mocha. Not a mocha mocha.”
I lifted tired eyes to his face, lowering my chin in apology. “Shoot, sorry. Just hang on a sec.”
“Yeah well, hurry up would you? I have class in like, two minutes.”
Then maybe you shouldn’t be stopping three blocks away for some chocolate coffee. My smile didn’t transmit my thoughts as I grabbed the still steaming cup. I adjusted my apron as I walked back to the coffee station, wincing as the hot cardboard began to scald my fingertips. I swore as I thunked it down onto the counter and the coffee hit my hand.
Holding my hand against my stomach, I used the other to grab a fresh cup and tried to ignore the sounds of impatient patrons behind me.
What was wrong with me today?
I felt normal, but not quite. My mind felt thick, my focus slightly wavering on the edges, enough to make me slightly dizzy. I blinked, trying to bring clarity back to both my vision and my thoughts as I fiddled with the espresso machine. Once started, I leaned my forehead against the cool cabinet doors above, waiting for my heated, slick skin to finally cool down.
“You okay? You look like you’ve found a hidden portal in that espresso.”
Macy Forrester’s warm brown eyes were trained on mine as I glanced behind me and at her. 
“Is it a portal back in time? ‘Cuz I could really use a do-over this morning.”
I squinted, trying hard to focus on her. She went hazy for only a moment before my eyes readjusted.
“No, I’m fine, it’s just been a busy morning,” I finally replied as I turned the dial on the milk steamer. I couldn’t even muster up the energy to banter with my best friend like I usually did.
Macy raised her perfectly plucked brunette eyebrows. “You’re not seriously stressed, are you? You should have seen my morning. I usually bomb Natural Science, but this morning was a particularly epic explosion.” Her eyes followed me as I walked past her and dropped the guy’s white mocha in front of him. “Mixed up my molecules. Probably destroyed the atmosphere. It wasn’t pretty.”
“You know me, always in my own head.” I smiled at her, hoping I looked more normal than I felt. “Sorry I missed your near-explosion, though.”
“More like my near-death. ” She leaned her elbows on the pick-up counter, making herself at home. 
My shift-mate, a sullen girl named Andrea, made sure to give Macy the stink-eye as she plopped a drink on the counter beside mine. Macy smiled serenely in return.
The guy held out dollar bills to pay, but I waved him away. “On the house. Sorry about the mistake.”
Pleased, he turned away without so much as a thank you, making room for the next person.
“Large coffee. Extra light.”
I nodded, twisting around to pour coffee out of the decanter and narrowly avoiding crashing into Andrea. The rush before the university’s four o’clock classes was starting, and with only Andrea and I on the floor, it was becoming exhausting and cramped behind the counter. I powered through, refusing to succumb to my dizziness, even if it was making my surroundings tilt sideways. Rent was due soon. I couldn’t afford to miss it. 
“So I have gossip,” Macy said, oblivious to the people navigating around her. The sound of their voices and footsteps ricocheted against my body, clogging my ears, their movements like clusters of nits clouding my eyes. It took severe effort for me to keep my attention on Macy as I ran around, grabbing milk, pouring espresso, blending frappes. 
I clutched the espresso lever a little tighter. “What about? You know I’m always the last to hear it.”
Macy sighed extravagantly before saying, “Which I will never understand, since I’m always the first, and you’re my best friend.” It didn’t seem to occur to Macy that I didn’t go to NYU with her. Or any college for that matter. “I saw someone today. Well, a guy and a girl, but you know who I care about.”


About the Author:


Ketley Allison is a twenty-something (maybe almost thirty-something) author who believes that supernatural love shouldn't stop at eighteen. She began her career by writing books as birthday presents for her friends (with her friend as the main character and opposite a super sexy lead, of course) before ending it in order to walk down a path she thought she was supposed to follow.

The writing bug never left her--and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write--so now Ketley's putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.

As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let's be honest, friends are what really get you through--especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.


Twitter: @KetleyAllison


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18242935-dark-souls


Author Interview:

Please welcome author Ketley Allison who has stopped by to answer some questions and share some details about her book, Dark Souls.


What is your favorite part of the story, Dark Souls?    

First off, I want to say thank you for having me, Diane! As for your question, this is a tough one. I have soft spots for quite a few scenes, but the one that stands out most for me is probably the scene where Emily first experiences what's happening to her, in Chapter Three. This is where the action starts, the mystery...the darkness. It's where her world, already so fragile, begins to shatter. It's a huge turning point, and I hope I've done it justice.

If you were stranded on a desert island which Dark Souls character do you want with you?

Shoot, now I'm stuck. Do I want someone who can kill scary things trying to eat me with just a flick of his wrist, or do I want someone who can keep me company? Maybe I can do both. Derek. I would definitely choose Derek, even though his intentions aren't entirely clear. At least he can kill things and be funny!

What is your typical day like? 

My typical day starts with coffee. Always coffee! Then, if I'm working, I usually head onto the subway and join the rest of the happy commuters on their way into the city. I'm a lawyer by day, so I'm usually pretty busy, but once I'm home, I go straight to writing. I write whenever I can. You'll usually see me slipping off on the weekends and going into my corner because a light bulb has just gone off in my head. I'm always thinking about my characters, and usually an idea comes at a completely inopportune time. Like in the shower. Or at dinner with my boyfriend's parents. I furtively write in a notepad I keep with me, hoping I can read my writing later. 
              
How do you overcome writer’s block?

Time. Honestly, I have no instant cure. Usually if I just take a break and stop thinking of it, an idea will come (see the question above!) I like to let my characters do what they want, so if it feels like I'm forcing a scene, I'll back off. My goal is to be as realistic as possible (even when set in supernatural circumstances). I don't want to force anything, ever!

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

I would if I could! I'm working on Book 2 of the Dark Souls Series, and if I gave you anything, it would be a huge spoiler for the first book. I've got a lot of twists and turns! But what I will say is that you're going to see a lot more of Macy in the second book...


What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or ebooks? 

All of it! An ebook is great, because I can fit 1,000 of them in my purse, but sometimes, you just need that paperback. I love the smell of paper, it brings so many memories! I love fanning pages, too. There's just something about it. As for hardcovers, I can't say I miss those actually. They're heavy, man! So I guess I take my original answer back--I'm not a fan of hardcovers. Although as an author, they sure are pretty, and it'd be awesome to have one! Hmm. I think I've just confused myself on this question. Clearly, I'm indecisive on this. And rambling. I'll stop now. 

Thank you, Ketley for stopping by.  I wish you the best of luck with the Dark Souls series.
Diane  


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