I’d like to welcome Astrid here today. She is taking over for a bit to promote her new book, His Black Wings. Her book is such a good mesh of steam punk, young adult romance and fantasy. Be sure to check out my review after Astrid’s take over. So, without further adieu I hand the reigns over to Astrid Yrigollen, author of His Black Wings.
10 Things Reader’s Would Be Surprised To Know About You
10-I started playing video games at 5 years old back in the 80’s.
9-I went on to make my own video games for PCs.
8-Yes,I’m older then I look.
7-I believe chocolate cake should be its own food group.
6-I am a vegetarian almost vegan.
5-I speak 3 languages and want to learn a 4th.
4-I believe in God and have studied theology for the last 9 years.
3-I love baking.
2-I am really super(pathological) shy but sometimes have to act like I am not.
1-I used to work in a funeral home.
Title: His Black Wings
Author: Astrid Yrigollen
Date Published: November 20th, 2012
Fredrick’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing sound as he saw the double doors to his library burst open with tremendous force. They slammed against the inside walls to his library and bounced back.
“Etrigan. How good to see you so soon after my arrival.” Fredrick said to his son, genuinely pleased.
Perhaps this would work after all. Especially now that I have put my original design on hiatus.
A tall form clad in black strode into the room sending books and paper flying everywhere. Etrigan was a younger version of his handsome father. Jet black hair that desperately needed a haircut, it curled around the nape of his neck and ears. While his eyes were blue, they were the darkest blue, darker than his father’s. Eyes that displayed anger and inner torment one moment, and great passion the next. His strong Greek nose fit perfectly with the rest of his features, not underwhelming and not overpowering. Lips red and pouty were always set in either a frown or a scowl but never in a smile. When he stood without slouching he was taller than most men at six foot five. His form was muscular, yet lithe, graceful, and strong. In a word, Etrigan was beautiful in a masculine way. He would have been the envy of every man in the outside world and the desire of every woman who set eyes upon him, save for one thing.
His black wings.
They were massive, soft, and leather like, similar to the patagium of a bat, but thicker. They started off narrow, then projected outwards from between his shoulder blades. He had slim bones that ran through them in true bat like fashion. At each wing tip he had a menacing glossy black spike. A natural bone that was part of his wingtips, he could use these tips to rip flesh or gently move things in his way, so great was his control. At their full expansion his wing span was easily twelve feet.
Fredrick looked up at his son who now stood menacingly over him and recalled when he was a small child, he had broken one of the bones in his wings. It took him a month to heal. He had been trying to carry off a boar that was larger than himself. Always the little savage, he insisted on eating the boar before his wing was set with a splint.
Now his son’s wings were being held in but wanting to span out in anger.
“Why have you brought her here!?” He demanded harshly of his father. Fredrick sighed.