Interview With An Angel

I wanted to do something different today. So, just for fun, I thought I'd sit down with Moradiel, the main character in "Angels Would Fall" and the forthcoming Angels Cry, to get his take on what's going down in his world. He's a very literal sort of chap, so you'll have to excuse him sometimes; interviewing him was a bit like interviewing Data, the android from Star Trek, before he got his humor chip!

So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

Moradiel!

JS: Welcome, Moradiel. Uh, should I be kneeling or something?

M: That will not be necessary. As I am no longer a member of the Host, there is no need.

JS: Erm, er, thanks. So where do you come from?

M: The place would mean nothing to you.

JS: Ooo-kay. How old are you?

M: I am older than your earth by such an immense span of time that your mind would melt trying to comprehend it.

JS: *Coughs* What are some of the highlights of your career so far?

M: My proudest and most sorrowful moment was assisting with casting Lucifer and his minions out of the Otherplace. It was that act that earned me my place as Azrael's lieutenant. I was the angel who collected the souls of Moses, Methuselah, and many of the most celebrated names of your culture and delivered them to the Otherplace.

JS: You didn't have anything to do with that business with Sodom and Gomorrah, right?

M: No. Azrael undertook that personally, along with Michael. I also was forbidden to move against Egypt; Azrael said he was getting bored and needed to "stretch" himself.

JS: Backing up a little, the Otherplace is what you call Heaven, right?

M: Heaven is what you call the Otherplace.

JS: Hoo boy. *mutters something about how this is going to be a LONG interview* So, Azrael sounds like kind of a jerk.

M: Azrael is what he is. And I am what I am. I would not say that Azrael is a jerk; he performs a needed function in your universe.

JS: Yeah, talking about that: What's the deal with Ariel? I've seen pictures, and she's nine kinds of hot, but what was it about her that inspired you to walk away from Heaven?

M: I cannot explain what has passed between Ariel and me. She is a good, honest, kind woman who did not deserve such an arbitrary demise. The fact that she is quite lovely physically is of less import to me than the nature of her soul.

JS: She must be something else on a stick if you gave up Heaven for her.

M: Change the subject. Now.

JS: *holds up hands* Changing, changing. So tell me about Lucifer; I hear that he's been awfully unhappy with Azrael for borrowing Benoth for consultation on how to find you.

M: Benoth knows the way I think well. His advent on the scene would be the most alarming development to date, if it were not for the fact that I know how much he loves Aurora and how much it pains him to have to be away from her. As such, Benoth may well prove one of my greatest allies in keeping Ariel safe and out of Azrael's grasp.
With regard to Lucifer, he is exquisitely angry about Azrael's blithe borrowing of his minions. Unfortunately, Lucifer owes Azrael a very great service, one which appropriating even a legion of his servants will not answer for.

JS: Why?

M: Azrael had a chance to destroy Lucifer utterly and failed to avail himself of the opportunity. Why he did not finish Lucifer then and there is known only to the two of them, and perhaps Adonai. I was otherwise engaged at the time and did not learn that Lucifer had survived the encounter with Azrael until he had already been cast down into Infernos.

JS: It sounds like you've got some very powerful enemies. What are you doing about keeping Ariel safe?

M: Right now, my best hope lies in laying false trails for Azrael. We are somewhat hampered by the effect that angelic travel has upon Ariel's body; for some reason, her nervous system does not cope properly with stepping outside of time. So we lie in wait, hoping that Azrael will not . . . excuse me.

*Moradiel vanishes and reappears*

M: I must go. Ariel is in danger.

JS: How did Azrael find her?

M: I do not know.

*Moradiel vanishes and doesn't come back.*

JS: Hmm. Well, folks, there you have it.

Even though Moradiel had to go, I'm over at http://tabithablake.blogspot.com today too. Come on by and say hi!

Until next time,

Best,

J.S. Wayne

Want to know why Moradiel had to leave so suddenly? Check out Angels Cry, scheduled for release September 12th from Noble Romance Publishing!

Stop The Press!

It’s been a month full of accomplishments and anxiety for me. I’m not even going to TRY to lie about that.

Since the beginning of June, I’ve accrued a host of truly amazing reviews. Red Roses and Shattered Glass was given a very nice review by Whipped Cream Reviews, primarily due to the efforts of H.C. Brown, Justine Elyot, and Indigo Skye. “Angels Would Fall” received a five-cup review from Happily Ever After. I’ve found myself queried for permission to quote blogs and responses to articles I’ve written. My fellow Noble authors have kept my personal blog jumping with interviews and guest blog posts. 

That’s the accomplishment side. On the “anxiety” side of the ledger is the three works in progress I’m juggling in tandem. The Evil Day Job, which finally managed to push me one step over the edge, launching a search for something else. ANYTHING else. Anyone hiring in the wilds of Texas?

The biggest nail-biter in my world, however, has been a full-length novel that I started in April and completed in Mid-May.

Well, as of last night, my cuticles are safe. For now. (Yeah. I used the word “cuticle.” In proper context, no less. And that’s as close to a manicure as I’m ever likely to come.)

A lot of readers had a lot of wonderful things to say about my writing, especially my “Angel” stories. A few in particular I actually printed out, so that I would have them at convenient eye level in my more self-critical moments. The only major criticism, and the one that became a resounding chorus in the back of my skull, was: PLEASE tell me there’s more!!

You, the reader, asked for it. I heard you loud and clear. And unless something catastrophic occurs, on August 1^st, your wish will be granted.

I’m proud to announce that Noble Romance has accepted Angels Cry, the full-length novel tying together the threads of “Angels Would Fall” and “Angel Of The Morning.” A lot of new characters will be entering the scene, and all Hell is about to break loose. 

This is a rough draft of the blurb, so don’t be surprised if there are some changes in the final version. But it’ll give you a taste of things to come, I hope you enjoy it!

Angels Cry

Moradiel, the Soulbearer, and his human consort, Ariel, are barely managing to stay ahead of the wrath of the Angel of Death. Azrael is growing more impatient by the moment; he wants Moradiel punished and Ariel dead once and for all, and is not particular about how the task is accomplished. Knowing this, Moradiel’s fellow angels will offer him only limited aid, if they don’t try to kill him outright. In desperation, the fugitives seek refuge in the last place in Creation any sane being would look for an angel: Sin City. Las Vegas, Nevada.

Maddened by Moradiel’s defection from the heavenly Host, Azrael isn’t sane. When he arrives in Sin City to exact vengeance on Moradiel, he leaves Moradiel with a chilling warning: He intends to use Ariel for his own twisted pleasure before consigning her soul to Infernos.

But darker news still awaits them: Because Ariel did not die at the ordained time, Moradiel has started the entire universe on an inexorable countdown to oblivion.

A countdown that began with the first breath Ariel ever drew on Earth. . . .

Until next time,

Best,

J.S. Wayne

Sexy Angels?

     Yeah. Why not?
     The second most frequently asked question I get is, "What on earth possessed you to write erotica featuring angels?" (The first, for those of you who are curious, is "Are you gay?" The answer to this one is no, as my wife will attest. I am, however, secure enough to claim a gay man among one of my best friends and have no issues going into a gay bar and ordering a drink. Jack Daniels tastes the same, no matter the orientation or gender of the hand pouring it. Trust me.)
     To answer the second question: I've read erotica featuring vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and every other damn thing. But I'd never run across erotica featuring angels. I had to wonder why. I knew it had to be out there. After all, the idea of angels and mortals falling in love and even procreating is as old as human civilization, and for all I know, might even predate it.
     For the skeptic, I refer you to Genesis: The mighty men, the men who were of old? You may know them as the Titans and demigods of Greek mythology. The Greek pantheon seemed to have a fairly strict "hands off the humans...unless I'm horny" mindset. Then all bets were off. Zeus himself took the form of a bull, a swan, a shower of gold...shall I continue? All in the service of getting himself a little on the side, much to Hera's (understandable) irritation. And that was one god.
     Now, let's take that and translate it into Judeo-Christian terms. According to the Bible, the Torah, and yes, even the Qu'ran, there is an angel for every rock, tree, and blade of glass. There is an angel for every human quality and virtue, and a demon or fallen angel for every vice. To the student of comparative religion, the gods of the Greek, Norse, Roman, Egyptian, and other panthea bear a striking resemblance to the angels we recognize today.
     Hence, the idea of humans and godlike or godly beings being intimate is nothing new. But there seemed to be a distinct silence on the subject in the erotica I came across. Why? Too taboo? Surely not. Because it may offend people? Perhaps, but that still didn't feel quite right.
     The popular concept of an angel is either a benign, cute little cherub (properly pronounced kehr-OOB, if you're curious) wearing a diaper a la Cupid.

Aww, how cute.

Or a menacing. awe-inspiring being with the power to lay waste to whole continents, like Michael, here.

Yeah, I really don't want to piss this guy off.

     There seems to be no middle ground in these concepts. I had to wonder why.
     Now we get to the meat of the matter. I like to shake things up. I ignore the "Don't Walk On The Grass" signs because, simply by virtue of them being there, I have to walk on the grass. I have to find out what's so damn special about this grass here versus the signless grass across the street. And I love to hear people say, "You can't," just so I can find out why.
     I admit it. When I wrote my first angelic erotica story, "Angels Would Fall," I wanted to shock my reader. I wanted to do something just taboo enough to make them think twice. I wanted to do something off the edge of the map, something new. Then I reread Genesis and found out, to my chagrin, that I wasn't doing anything of the sort. Mea culpa. As I got more immersed in the erotic romance community, this was only reinforced; as evidence I hold up Bryl Tyne's Zagzagel series.
     But the idea of angels being sexy, and especially angels of Death being sexy, simply would not die. Since I am something of a scholar of angelic lore and comparative religion, I decided to take a step back from Moradiel and Ariel and turn the long lens on the broader implications of their love. What better way than by bringing beings from Heaven and Hell (or the Otherplace and Infernus, as I call them) together and making them lovers?
      I can't take full credit for the idea, though. Something similar had been percolating in my mind for a while, but then my friend Jane Ellis decided to throw down the gauntlet on a writing contest. Just her and me, mano e mano, if you will. She set the prompt: A demon's day off.
      Thus was born "Angel of the Morning." The original picture that I used in the contest was this image, which I saw and immediately fell in love with:

     I have a thing for redheads. What can I say?
     We assigned a judge and a timeframe of one week. To my delight, my story won; but give Jane credit. She wrote a very good, very macabre little piece to put up against mine. To my intense relief, we're still friends; the competition got a little heated at points, complete with smack talk.
     After Noble told me they wanted to publish "Angels Would Fall," I decided to take a chance and sent off the story. I nearly fell out of my chair when the email hit saying that it, too, had been accepted. And then, just yesterday morning, I got an email from Noble's resident cover artist, Fiona Jayde, containing this breathtaking cover:

     So, just to whet your appetite, I'm going to offer you just a little taste of things to come:

     

              She turned to see a stocky red-haired man with a wild beard standing there. He was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt that was stretched nearly to ripping over his thickly corded muscles. His bottle-green eyes glinted with good humor. 

            “Benoth!” she cried, throwing her arms around him.

            “Aurora,” he whispered, leaning into her embrace and taking a moment to appreciate the scent he had been so long denied.

            “I still can’t believe you got away,” she murmured, savoring the feel of his body against hers.

            “Wasn’t easy,” he assured her. “Demons--” He pulled a hand away to wave it over his body. “--Don’t get days off, paid holidays, or sick leave. I had to tell Gaap that Azrael wanted to speak with me.”

            “Azrael!” Aurora recoiled in revulsion. “What’s he got to do with you?”

            “He’s looking for Moradiel,” Benoth said quietly. “Apparently he fell in love with a soul he was supposed to take. Azrael’s been looking everywhere, but apparently lost their trail in southern Illinois. He reckons they probably came here.”

            “What did Gaap say to that?” Aurora asked, astounded. There hadn’t been a case of a death angel falling in love in her memory, which spanned millennia. They were a cold and stoic lot who didn’t bother with emotion of any sort as a rule. For Moradiel, one of the best and most efficient Soulbearers, to fail in such a disastrous way could only augur ill things ahead.

            “Azrael’s beyond furious,” Benoth pointed out. “Even Gaap doesn’t dare go against him. Lucifer will probably rant and rave about Heaven’s minions interfering with the structure of Hell for the next six months, but so what?” He shrugged to emphasize his unconcern with the situation. “No one ever sees him anymore, anyway. Gaap’s in a fair state about it; he’s been trying to become a Regent.”

            Aurora chuckled. “Not much chance of that. Gaap’s a manipulative little toad and Lucifer knows it. How much time do you have?”

            “I’ve as long as it takes, my love,” he assured her. “You?”

            Her blue eyes darkened a little. “Only until twilight. Then I have to go.”

            “Who’s minding the store?” he queried.

            She smiled again at the memory. “Metatron. He and I had a wager, and he lost. If I’d lost, I’d have to bear the entire sum of human knowledge for a day so he could go look at a supernova somewhere around Vega.”

            Benoth’s bushy eyebrows went up. “What was the wager?”

            She laughed throatily. “It was almost too easy. We cut a deck of cards. I told him if he could tell me what card I was holding, I’d give him a day off and the other way around. I pulled a three of diamonds, he swore it was the jack of spades.”

            He gave a full-voiced laugh that rang off the marble-sheathed walls and floor. 

           

     Keep your eyes open, folks. There's plenty more angelic hotness where that came from, and "Angel of the Morning" is coming soon!
     Thanks for coming by. See you soon!

     Until next time,

     Best,

     J.S. Wayne