Monday, May 16, 2011

Robocop Helmet For Sale

Chiclana de la Frontera






These verses that smell "Cai" tonight
Spring
fill my soul with joy, my hill
away penalties.
I gave them the poet José Breton
Salinas,

scented Muscat and southern white people,
nesting swallows.



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and Poetry Video Video:
José Brittany Salinas

Kidneys Not Filtering Properly

Answering your questions ...


First, I thank you for your invaluable help by sending a multitude of questions to the blog and Corner the romantic novel. There have been many and great.
Of these, as I stepped forward, Booket has chosen some that will complement the launch of Mists in e-book, and promotion.

Here I leave the remaining questions that have been released.

I know say "THANK YOU" and sounds a bit, I give you at every step. But I have no choice but to do because you are fantastic and I volcáis me.

I love you,

Nieves Hidalgo



CRISTIN @: How do you build the characters physically? Do you know someone sockets?

NIEVES: This question I also have done several times, but again the answer. Yes I have a pattern when creating my male characters, but usually all are the product of imagination and not plasma, or I try, people they know, in the romantic stories.

♥ ♥ ♥

KATONA: Would you like to write, as a protagonist or secondary, on a real character of English history or foreign?

NIEVES: Many of my novels, if not all, always get any real supporting character. I like to give a bit of realism to the adventure. Pride appears in Richard the Lionheart and John Lackland, in Sunrise captives, Charles I, his advisor and the Communards, in the east Moon Sultan of Turkey, in Karnak Nights, some pharaohs, in the black angel, the king of Spain ... I never happened to real people as the protagonists of my novels, I think a very complicated and I'm afraid of incurring some inconsistency, but I really admire the authors who dare to romanticize the lives of characters as Henry VIII.

♥ ♥ ♥

SAVANNAH990: Do you plan to write a historical novel set in another country such as Japan, India, Russia?

NIEVES: I have too many projects right now as to devise new, but inevitably they come out. I have no novels set in those countries, and I regret it because I like all three. Hopefully I can think of any argument to place in them. If so, it came to be.

♥ ♥ ♥

SAVANNAH990: Now that you've written a novel about pyramids and Egypt ... Do you plan to write more novels set in this country, both currently and formerly?

NIEVES: Well, I have no plans to write any more about Egypt, but it's all about me something interesting emerges. If the argument I like, I do not mind repeating country or time.

♥ ♥ ♥

SAVANNAH990: Do you plan to write a story with a touch Nights like Karnak but with a different culture, such as the Maya or Aztec?

NIEVES: It is even possible. Some time ago I thought a story would place in Peru. A current period but for adventure. It would be nice to take it up.

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LIDIACLOQ: What writer would want to share a book, write together?

NIEVES: Question complicated. I think I have my own style and would be quite difficult to write something mean to another writer, because each attempt to translate yours. I do not care what is comment and accept ideas to correct it. In addition, if the other writer in question was a devoted ... how dare to write something to it, where I could contribute little to their knowledge, certainly better than mine?
♥ ♥ ♥


MARY: When you write a novel ... Are you still a ritual?

NIEVES: None in particular. I have the idea and I start the machine. In any case, if I think of a name or surname that they may serve (or scene) when I'm away from home, write it down anywhere. This does not recommend it to anyone if then you're like me, I do not know where I put the note. Good thing I always remember as noted.

♥ ♥ ♥ LILIAN

: Being a versatile author, have you ever thought about writing about a subject that is not Romantic?

NIEVES: Yeah, of course. I like to vary, so each of my novels are set in different times and places. I have a story that has nothing to do with the romantic and I'm developing because it is too short. Although what I like are adventure stories, I think I should not close roads to another genre, mostly because I enjoy just writing a mystery novel or a newspaper article.

♥ ♥ ♥

LILIAN: What do you think of how the landscape is romantic in Spain? Can you live of writing?

NIEVES: Fortunately, readers of romance are a loyal, the most faithful people I know. As we are compulsive buyers, do not stop to ask new and reissues, and that makes the market does not falter. On the other hand, publishers have realized that English authors are as good as the foreign, even better in many cases, are running. Writing is a pleasure, but not sold as many copies as a life of writing in Spain, at least in most cases.

♥ ♥ ♥ LILIAN

: This question may not be for an interview, but I have a curious if the novels outright gifts online to all readers (Heather White, Ariana, etc), can then be published by a publisher?

NIEVES: When a novel gift to the followers do not think about whether it can be published or not. Normally they do not publish. The case of The Black Angel, that if it comes out on paper with Essence, and I had no choice but to stop hanging on the blog, has been due to the amount of requests of their own readers, both in my blog and in the forums called bound history. Of course, had to be corrected because they are simple gift drafts.

♥ ♥ ♥ LILIAN

: What you read English author a book and was pleasantly surprised?

NIEVES: I would not give names because I'm sure I would have in the pipeline. What I can say is that I have several novels by English authors and nothing has disappointed me, both historically and in contemporary and even erotic. The dedicated and I have a luxury look at them and say, are written by compatriots and are great.

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LILIAN: I once read that you had written many novels in a drawer. How do you decide which novel to "get" him and see if it publishable? Or read all the editor and choose him? Or depending on the market, for example, hackers succeed and I have one, how black Angel? ...

NIEVES: I have written over 30 novels, true, and even bound. So far I've taken off the shelves which I liked at the time, when I did and he already had in your computer, but I've also released three new, that he had written, because I keep imagining new adventures. I was lucky enough to choose which I wanted to publish and publishers have accepted me with unimpeded. Fog has been the only one that has been specifically requested by Booket to taste the argument. I am guided by what carried in the market, I am unable to write to order.

♥ ♥ ♥ LILIAN

: As a reader, in general, what is your favorite genre? Do you read regularly romantic?

NIEVES: Leo all, romantic, historical, contemporary, detective, fantasy, intrigue ... I like all genres. I have to always be reading something, I can not be without a book. I admit that I enjoy the romance more than any other genre, but I devour any novel that falls into my hands.

♥ ♥ ♥

MARY: Did you ask publishers to view the covers?

NIEVES: Sometimes yes, sometimes not. Sometimes they ask what idea you have, you send them some of them and then you tailor the cover. Other times you forward it when completed to know what you think. However, the publishers have a professional team who always try to choose the best and most commercial.

♥ ♥ ♥

MARY: When does a contemporary?

NIEVES: I like to mix modern times with the last few times, I guess it's because find more adventure in a remote time. I think I do better in what we may call historic and arguments that come to mind tend to be always looking back. But everything is possible and so one of these days I start with a pure contemporary, is a matter of finding the argument that I like.

♥ ♥ ♥

MARY: Is there a place that inspires you most?

NIEVES: If you mean in the house, I have not. If what you say is a country, all inspired me in some way, there is not one that does not have an interesting history. But inspiration comes to me like a bus on the beach, climbing a mountain or in the supermarket.

♥ ♥ ♥

MC2: Your novels are framed in the historical sub-genre but one that deals with time travel. Do you attract others writing about romantic subgenres?

NIEVES: One thing that amuses me is to write history. And I've had it with the two in that mix past and present time. I have also written a contemporary but not the computer I have. Now if you mean to write about vampires and loved well, I do not look capable or arguments occur to me.
♥ ♥ ♥


SANDRAYRUTH: When does a novel of romantic suspense?

NIEVES: If you mean a contemporary romantic thriller, I promise it whenever I think of a good story. Or when I have time to pass the police that I have to clean.

♥ ♥ ♥

SANDRAYRUTH: I know everybody asks you to do the book's best friend Luna Desmond's novel of the East. My question is are you going to write it or else you would write that of Kemal, which interests me a lot?

NIEVES: Alex is a player that would want, it's true. Ironically, chutzpah and a womanizer. Sure would much play in a novel. But I plan to write its history. As for Kemal, already has its own since it is the star of moon from the east, so I guess you're referring to his cousin. Sorry, but I have not thought about writing at the moment because I'm busy with other projects.

♥ ♥ ♥


MIRYAM: In Nights Karnak why the English character is a blonde? I know it's absurd but I was reading the book was strange.

NIEVES: Not all English are brown and dark eyes, there are also blond like gold and green or blue eyes. Choose a blond actor seemed more appropriate for a character that, logically, is roasted by the sun of Egypt because of his work, stood out more. On the other hand, as Brown the star, assumed the counterpoint to his dark beauty. Yes, I put her with short hair and indications of a friend left her with Melenita.

♥ ♥ ♥

MIRYAM: Have you ever been to the pyramids?

NIEVES: I had the very great good fortune to travel to Egypt. I was at the pyramids, of course, and I even up to the Cheops (I think now no longer allowed). I can assure you the feeling of going up to the burial chamber, which is above all, it was shocking. In fact, shocks and fascinates all of Egypt, from the palms to the mastaba. That magic has stayed with me.

♥ ♥ ♥

LIDIACLOQ: Would you let someone read the novels before finishing? If so who? And if not, and let them read to anyone after completion to whom lent them to read?

NIEVES: I hate to leave an unfinished novel because I'm changing things, including scenes or removing others. I leave when they are finished, albeit a rough draft, of course, I have to fix later. Once completed and corrected (first correction only), yes I have some very dear people to whom the command. And then ... to change again, for they always give you bright ideas that help to round.

♥ ♥ ♥

LIDIACLOQ: your characters have inspired people ever know?

NIEVES: I think I've answered this question, but I repeat. I have some respect for the male leads but they are usually up characters.

♥ ♥ ♥

LADYZAREK: What time would you like to write a book based have not one yet?

NIEVES: I really do not know. I think I have written novels of all time that I like: Middle Ages, Civil War, American War of Independence, the Spain of 1600, the Regency, ancient Egypt ... There are still many wonderful times that I have not played yet, but so far I am not writing about Romans, to name a few.

♥ ♥ ♥

MC2: Of all your novels, what male protagonist is your favorite?

NIEVES: I would be unable to choose one in particular. Each one has something I've been in love while creating. I like them all, even the sin of immodesty, because otherwise they would not have given birth. If I were forced to choose, I'd pick Wulkan possibly because medieval warriors me crazy. I've been to see Ivanhoe, Robert Taylor, twenty times.

♥ ♥ ♥

MARIA EUGENIA RUIZ (Scarlet Letter): Which of all your works do you prefer?

NIEVES: As I said sometimes, I have affection for all and each of them. If I have to choose, I'd pick Wulkan possibly, the hero of Pride Saxon and Marina, the heroine of Sunrise captives.

♥ ♥ ♥ MARTA

ESTEBAN: If you had to live in one of your novels, which one do you choose? Why?

NIEVES: Well, I love the adventure of the duration of eternity, so the ghost, which should be fascinating to meet someone like Dargo. We also have an adventure at the time of the Normans and Saxons. But finding a tomb in Egypt including mystery and curse would not go further. Is that I can not resist the adventure.

♥ ♥ ♥ MARTA

ESTEBAN: If you could be one of your characters, what would you choose? Why?

NIEVES: If man could be any of them, surely Wulkan-Saxon Pride of the time. As a woman, I would choose Sunrise Marina Alonso-captive-or-Nights Esther Karnak.

♥ ♥ ♥

GUM: After The Black Angel and Mists, what will your next novel published?

SNOW: I can not talk about that project, I'm sorry. But there are several novels in progress, so some will and I hope readers like it and welcome it with the same affection.

♥ ♥ ♥

GUM: Are you going to give more novels to read them on your blog? If so what are novels?

NIEVES: I have intention to give a novel more, of course. The readers who follow me and encourage you deserve everything. Still do not know which will choose, try to be as entertaining as the previous ones and that they like even if another draft. I have to find time to prepare, but come.

♥ ♥ ♥ STAR

RUBILAR: What inspires you to write your novels?

NIEVES: You inspire me anything, even the simplest. A ring, the sight of a landscape, a statue ... Nothing in particular. Ideas come when they want, without searching.

♥ ♥ ♥ VALERIE

: Do you have any domestic or foreign author of romance that you have been a guide or role model or just your favorite?

NIEVES: I've always made examples when I ask this question. The author I first read it when I was 15, was Marisa Villardefrancos, which made me hopes up with a fantastic story of Irish, The Knight of the heather. Of foreign, K. Woodiwiss, who encouraged me to start writing seriously.

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VALERIE: What genre of romance do you prefer?

NIEVES: Without a doubt, novels that have something historic. But I also like the contemporary and the fantastic, always well-written and makes me dream. Not the kind you choose, but the argument. I enjoyed even with vampire novels because their characters have managed to get involved in the adventure.

♥ ♥ ♥

VALERIE: What basic elements you think should have a good love story?

NIEVES: The romantic should have the same elements as any other novel: action, mystery, adventure. The only difference, if anything, is that it's part of romance is more present, is the linchpin of history.

♥ ♥ ♥

JOSE MARIA: You have written over thirty novels. Are they still intact or have taken chunks, phrases and scenes of them for inclusion in your novels already published?

NIEVES: Each novel, written at the time, is a different story. When I start writing a novel I can not remember the last, so that each has its own identity. By changing the location, dates and argument, it would be impossible to find scenes or phrases from novels already written.

♥ ♥ ♥

JOSE MARIA: What new novel published after May 2? (I know you're not able to answer, but to see if school.)

NIEVES: Well, sorry, but I am not may issue notices of upcoming work. I can say that I will continue writing romance readers while I continue to support, but also I have other projects other than that I hope will be well received.

♥ ♥ ♥ MARTA

: As readers have preferences when choosing the type of stories, ie, historical, contemporary, paranormal etc. With what gender you feel more identified? I say this because generally the authors have a specific genre but you've played various types.

NIEVES: It's true that I have played various types of romance, historical, contemporary-paranormal, and even though I have not posted anything today. To enjoy most is the historic, so the two novels that can be included in paranormal has also remnants of the past. But I like change, both country and time, could not always write on the same subject, how could it do so on the same day.

♥ ♥ ♥

MARTA: How can create different characters without falling always in the same prototype?

NIEVES: I think all the characters, especially the male, always have something in common: brave proud, attractive, hard ... If modificásemos these parameters we find the hero in romance novels. They may or not a last resort, to be fair or dark, use a title or be pirates, but they show off the features we want to find in a novel. However, each and every one of them should have their own personality. I imagine that the change of time, situation and place, I find it easier to create different characters. When giving life to go to any of the protagonists or secondary, I can not come to mind none of the above, I simply introduced into the adventure.

♥ ♥ ♥

NIKITA: Normally always likes to ask what's the favorite author or what is the favorite novel, I want to dig a little further, would you dare tell us, what is the author of which you do not like anything at all , or you've read the novel and I have seemed a waste of both time and money?

NIEVES: Never give the name of a writer to say that I have not liked anything, out of respect. I have them, of course, but to me anyone who stands in front of a blank page and manages to create a story, albeit poor, has my admiration.

♥ ♥ ♥

NIKITA: Are you in favor of the book of life or new technology 'e-book'?

NIEVES: No doubt that technology is advancing by leaps and bounds and that the e-book is getting stronger. I think that any system that brings people to read is commendable, what is needed is to read more and to reassure the neighbors, to dream and do not waste time on hate. However, I love the smell of paper, to turn the pages, feel between the fingers. I guess I'm a bit old.

♥ ♥ ♥

NIKITA: What is the latest novel you've read a English author?

NIEVES: Published ya, risky decisions, Mar Carrión. Outstanding I have a few that take the opportunity to buy before the holidays, you have to be national material.




Saturday, May 14, 2011

Jcpenney Survey Salon

Fiestas de San Isidro in Madrid


Madrid for the holidays, nothing better than to rescue the Proclamation a few years ago, a genius. With permission from D. Joaquin Sabina, I leave you here:


Madrileños, Madrid,
ladies and gentlemen,
giant and big heads,
Isidros and outsiders,
citizens, citizens,
cats, cats corraleros,
mantoncitos manila,
chulapos, organ,
Maripepa, Hilarion, meringues
and mattress,
(without forgetting the Getafe and Rayo
going up):
hear what a phony,
Andalusia and Madrid,
air comes to tell
of couplet rather than verse.
Today trumpeted in this town that
was cut and remains
spite of everything
cradle of a blond heir.

my daughters were born here,
here in the middle of a concert,
realized it was not a hoax
that "from Madrid to heaven."
Rumanitas bad married
rafter Caribbean, sub-Saharan candombe
,
polkit Iron Curtain, mulatto
overseas,
Indians, Moors, Chinese, blacks,
I mean welcome this
Madrid so modern,
this as old Madrid
with a European passport.

When spree,
I cordially wish that brindéis
for San Isidro,
darling of atheists
Camel
angels are shirking of toil.
From this balcony
I ask you to spend a moment
the railing and her husband,
of indifference and money
Ubrique and Pantoja,
of Rajoy, Zapatero,
of good and bad,
mood and kicking,
(without mentioning Special Dona
conspiring between
scarves silk Gallardón
to see who takes off).
playmate struggle:
forgive my boldness
good manners require
to opposition and government.

Although
Olympics give us and robotic recreation and appears

Babylon forum was always a people
with roundabouts, boulevards,
with taverns and museums with children

every street and every balcony a pot
and every one chotis verbena
and in each hallway a kiss.
not forget Santa Eugenia
nor Pozo and Atocha, hair
the soul continues on end,
when they burst in my dreams
commuter trains,
grief tracks .

Coleguita of the rock,
Andalusia and Extremadura,
Galician, Basque Country, Murcia,
Asturias and La Mancha,
when
end the day we take best
naked playing with the missus
the sweetest of the games.
Drink, dance, enjoy, rejoice
the bullfighters
Marcao in Vistillas
chispún the grandparents,
crazy cars go up to the trampling
winter
to run the wine and laughter,
friendship and laugh,
enrollaos and passes,
for a few days at least
lest Uncle Paco again
with the January sales.
Flee all the sadness,
envy and jealousy,
place yourself, as he said that Mayor
so tender,
outdated and do not let
to move their bodies with
the Supreme Móstoles,
with Revolver, Rosendo,
with Womad, with operettas,
that music is, pal body,
most exquisite liquor,
the tastiest food .
Madrid alluvial
to enjoy that there will be time
back to the office,
the mortgage, the fallow
to the factory, rain,
the family, school.

And posts a wish,
I want to say to you

a world more complicated and more fraternal,
more united and happy,
tavern and nocherniego,
horny and carefree
prejudices and complexes and a life
life it
tailored to the people.
And I say goodbye it's time
dance and not verses,
Madrid, Madrid,
so close and so far,
dwarfs, large, medium, bald
with leather jacket,
punks, rappers, thoroughbred,
floats, preppies, rockers,
accompany me in
cry that escapes my chest

people Forum Viva! Live
village festival!

(Cry in the San Isidro 2005, Joaquín Sabina spoke on the balcony of the Casa de la Villa)

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

D2nt Create Game Longer

The Black Angel and Mists in PanetadeLibros.com

I invite you to see the page PlanetadeLibros has created for the presentation of two novels in this May public with them.

In the section on Mists, you can read some of the questions I did a few days ago. The other will answer in brief here.




Nieves Hidalgo

Travel to the Caribbean pirates have been more compelling than ever









Nieves Hidalgo

Will Read unravel the mysteries it hides Hallcombe House?






Cervical Discharge Cycle

Draw the proper time comes

I minisorteo http://minisxisc.blogspot.com on my other blog, if you want to participate Pass FREE list over there and leaving a comment on it, also you are invited
Hope you like

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Biggest Package Of Tech Decks From Target

The Black Angel already has his first critical


After
a well deserved restful weekend in which I tried to shake off the stress accumulated in the past month, on my return I found the first review of my latest novel, The Black Angel.

I want to thank and send a big kiss to Awen, which is the person who made the criticism.

If you wish, you can read here .

Friday, April 29, 2011

What Type Of Weave Does Megan Good Wear?

The Mother's Day ...

... your signature is the best gift.



Alassar 's mother (pictured) died 13 days after giving birth because ill after delivery and the hospital refused to treat her until her family could raise the money for treatment. Her name was Mariam, and she was 23.

Like her, die each year in Burkina Faso thousands of women from complications during pregnancy or childbirth that could be easily avoided.

was on Mother's Day and a nice way to celebrate is to support all those women who risk their lives to become mothers. And it is as easy as sign this petition to the authorities of Burkina Faso for any woman has to face death because they can not afford medical care. Contigo

can create the pressure for change in Burkina Faso and to protect all mothers in the same situation in other countries. Every 90 seconds a woman dies in the world due to complications in childbirth. If you also warning that data, I ask you to take another step in defending human rights and you join here who think that all women are entitled to enjoy motherhood without risking your life. Because with your help we will get to save the lives of thousands of mothers and ensure a better future for thousands of babies.

I sincerely thank you.

Esteban Beltran
Director Amnesty International - English Section


PD. An Amnesty International team visited several clinics in 2010 in Burkina Faso. The picture they found was devastating: broken windows, women about to give birth lying on the floor of the corridor; instrumental damaged ... Please sign here for safe motherhood.




Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sealy Concierge Mattress



and leave a little better than garden or walk.
This doll dress I have in mind a scene that, over time, I do, but I can not wait to show it, here I leave it in advance.













Sunday, April 24, 2011

Delete Direct Tv Dvr History

MI BARRIO in Chiclana de la Frontera Chiclana




DEL BARRIO ALLEY NEW YO DI

MANY RACES WITH MY FRIENDS FOREVER DEAD
I lost you.

DEAR MY NEW NEIGHBORHOOD, CORNER
where I was born, I
YOU ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU, I
You always remember it,
THERE WOULD DIE. Rinconcito

Salinero
JOYS OF MY PLACE,
A BRIDE, A I LOVE YOU, A HOME
BLEACHED,
IN MY MEMORY
PATIO AND LOOK AT MY HEAVEN.

SOME GAMES WITHOUT MALICE, REIGN WITHOUT A CASTLE
, kisses

FRESH AND OTHER LOVE IMAGINE. FEW

dusty streets, a few evenings
NO END IN HEAVEN
SWALLOWS,
SWALLOWS IN HEAVEN,
and nights to dream.

Words and music: Antonio Morales
Doncel-Moriano
Singing: Andaraje
Topic: MI BARRIO
LP with the same enthusiasm, 1992
Video: Rafael Romero Hidalgo

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Projector Shows Red Lines

Mists, first chapters.


Here's the prologue and the first two chapters of Mists. Foreword



He stood there, face that broke the silence ringing
monotone of the rain pounding the tile, in a dripping ice cream with a sky of dark clouds pregnant with punishing the earth and mixed with bitter tears.
The horror of a grotesquely twisted bodies lying in a pool of blood. A body was slender and graceful in life. But the ignominious death had him making outrageous mass, the remains of a body revolted.
He dropped the letter the victim wrote before jumping into the void for fatally crashing into the ground. It was said that was impossible to live, their hopes were broken, that the man she had married and was breathing with child.
The paper flew and alighted on the puddle of blood was pouring from his head open. Soaked in red and the letters were diluted incessant rain disappeared, faded faded as the laughter of the girl who now lay dead.
But his eyes had read and could never forget the words written. Never forget nor the cause of this misfortune: Clifford Ellis, Duke of Ormond.
And before the body that cared and loved, which would have given up their last breath, the silent witness of the tragedy raised his eyes to the dark sky and vowed revenge.
"Yes," he said aloud, broken by tears. The Duke of Ormond pay. I will devote my life to it if necessary.


Chapter 1

Duchy of Ormond. England

The fog seeped through the walls like a hand
wet and left ready to catch it. wind howled outside
and she covered her ears to hear.
shivered with fear, stared at the logs
the fireplace, crackling fire languages \u200b\u200b
monopolized her attention.
Mariam, Duchess of Ormond, the pupils were dilated
to divert your attention to the corner of the room where sometimes appeared to him that ghostly silhouette. Where to hear the grim whisper of a voice that seemed to come from the beyond. Now the silence around her, but she knew she would find her. She and the child she was carrying.
Outside the castle, the whistling wind that raged in bursts, as an omen, indicating that night seemed to be serving his term. He stifled a sob and covered to the chin with a blanket, but could not avert his gaze from the corner erratic. Waited and prayed with all the faith he could muster for the ghost would not return to leave her alone. His teeth chattered and was unable to control his tremors.
The icy breath punished walls suddenly stopped and a curtain of water began to beat the imposing castle. Stupidly, Mariam said that perhaps the spectrum does not go with a very unfortunate time, and the fool thought she was in a fit of hysterical laughter.
It was only a few months had been installed in Hallcombe House and since then his life had changed. The gray walls, the endless corridors, the lower galleries, including the great hall where they held hearings and court of justice in ancient times, we were gloomy and cold. Just hated to see the castle. As hated the man that her mother forced her to marry.
The climate of this part of England did not help. Neither
steep and rough terrain of the mountains of Cumberland.
was used to pasture his beloved Wales, where he lived, but had to leave their home and friends. Loved everything. It was still very young, he was only seventeen, and with that marriage evaporated dreams of freedom. Now was the wife of Clifford Ellis, Duke of Ormond. And expecting a child.
He was alone and afraid I was not well known. He was very tall and she barely reached his shoulder, his complexion and gray eyes hard and made her feel insignificant. Immediately he knew he congeniarían. And they did. So he turned his affection servant of weak character, like herself, with whom she felt comfortable.
At first, Mariam had tried to put distance between the two, but found it impossible. He carried on his shoulders with a famous name with a title that allowed him to make mistakes. A choked her reputation. But the boy ended up having a confidant and secrets friction became subtle. They were soul mates and although they ended their social separated by a sincere affection that unite them were forbidden.
The rain lashed furiously Mariam glass and let out a moan that became a scream when the window was flung open, stick the wall and throwing cold water burst inside, turning off lights candle chandelier I had left it switched to instill value. He jumped out of bed, and locked the window again. The rain soaked her nightgown and went to bed shivering. The shadows had deepened, but did not dare to move, paralyzed by fear. And his thoughts turned to the man she was now married.
Clifford had been treated well. With exquisite correction. He was a stranger whom everyone respected. She had behaved with so gentlemanly and always hung on someone-he-never attend each and every one of your needs.
Mariam assumed from the beginning it was only the vessel where it would create an heir. That was its purpose and no other. But the baby did not belong in a marriage that had brought more than a mere commercial transaction for the duke. Fortunately, he had seen little since the wedding, because the ducal obligations and commitments to the Crown occupied all the time. And she found herself displaced, relegated to an object and missing her old life.
Her father pampered from birth. Let out a deep sigh at the memory as he told stories till sleep overcame and procuring the every whim. His sudden death changed everything. His mother was a cold and calculating, and Duke's proposal meant to her an asset with which to achieve, finally, the social position he had always wanted and did not find her husband's life. Marry her to one of the richest men in England earned him a personal triumph.
Mariam could not deny that her husband, Clifford Ellis, treated everyone fairly. The servants and tenants were pleased with their enforcement. But she was not comfortable. The Duke of intimidated.
The rain seemed to subside and Mariam leaned on the cushions wondering if it would be wiser to go to the room of her husband. Should have been honest with him after the third occurrence. Surely, Ellis had put to flight spectrum. No doubt I would have. It was a valiant man who had faced even the forces of hell.
Now, however, seemed childish wake at midnight to warn of his visions. What would, except that they were paranoid fantasies? How could she explain that she was terrified by a shadow who visited from the world of the dead? And although he was convinced that night should be feared most, whether it was possible, the paralyzed his own doubts.
heard what seemed like a tearing of clothes. As if spiders. Peered into the darkness, but saw nothing. Tried to relax by telling herself that it was all his imagination and that the pregnancy was too tense.
- Mariam ...!
He took the fold of the sheet up to her mouth, horrified.
was there again! He bristled the hair on the neck and
sank into the cushions, eyes wide open.
"Leave me alone," pleaded trembling.
A waterfall and neutral laughter broke the silence accompanied
a drag chain. Another whisper. And again
thick and broken voice that crazy.
- Time, Mariam ...!
threw the blankets aside and ran to the door. He could not stay there. The fear of drowning, heart pounded rang in the ears, shaking like a leaf. Slipped, fell painfully to his knees and looked back. I did not see anyone, but I knew it was there, stalking, chasing, threatening. He sat heavily because the swelling of her belly and her legs swollen the hindered. He had to escape because the spectrum would end her and her son. And he loved to be that was brewing. Needed to be strong for him.
With a desperate push open the door and stepped into the gallery followed by the sound of the strings that are sliding across the floor to the rhythm of footsteps, and went on a mad race. I wanted to scream, but she could not panic knot encircled his throat prevented it.
picked up the hem of her nightgown and ran like a madwoman to the rooms of her husband, on the other side of the aisle. He cursed the fact that they were so far removed from theirs because now more than ever needed their help and protection. But being chased hell that seemed to be everywhere and I ran in front, cutting the road. Mariam turned back and fled in the opposite direction, moving away from the premises of the duke.
terrified, his eyes sticking out of their sockets, was moving over the cold tiles as fast as he could, trying to keep track of when they followed his steps. And in his unconsciousness, it was moving toward the south tower.
Her bare feet trod the first step of the narrow stairs to the tower stood, lost stability and fell forward, hitting the belly. He drowned in pain but he forced himself to rise and half crawled, climbed the ladder, caught already hysterical sobs. Her long hair covered his face, stumbled again, dropped again ...
spectrum followed. Followed. And alternately laughed and called it. Mariam
managed to reach final. Just thought of escape. But the footsteps of that infernal essence earned steps up behind her. The clink of the chains was going crazy. When you reach the door was always closed recalled and terror paralyzed her. Mad, pushed with all his forces, and for some reason, the wood failure. By its own momentum, fell flat.
rain beat her mercilessly. Crawling, tearing the thin fabric of her nightgown, turned away as he could. The deafening thunder and the blinding lightning. Frantic, back on itself, without getting up, found the ghost while the rain fell on it. In his madness, came the edge of the tower.
Panting, a prisoner of delirium, mute with terror, he leaned against the wall. His icy fingers grabbed the slippery stone and covered with lichens and got his feet on the second attempt. Then again heard a sound that seemed to come from a tomb. He turned, his eyes wide with fear, shaken by the wailing and shivering. There was
.
The thing is silhouetted in the dark.
A shapeless mass and frightening. Where should the head just had a hood empty. And in it ...
Mariam The piercing cry of mingled with the roar of thunder, suffocating.
eyes, if they were eyes, looked like only two bright spots that haunted and fierce.
- Mariam ...!
Duchess of Ormond She let out a scream again and stepped back, gesturing with his hands to ward off the hellish vision that he was approaching.
- Nooooo!
His legs ran into something, lost stability and body tilted dangerously. His feet slipped and fell into the moat of the castle. As he fell into darkness, he repeated that denial to the irrefutable, that despairing cry, hoarse and painful, heartbreaking.


Some months later ... Clifford

awoke suddenly altered and covered with sweat. His eyes moved from one place to another looking stand at the sea of \u200b\u200bdarkness that surrounded him.
took a few seconds to realize that he had been a nightmare. One more. Despite the time did not go away, repeated over and over again, harassing insistently.
- What happens? Asked a sleepy voice at her side.
blinked, completely disoriented and joined to light a candle. A woman held the other side your bed. Stunned, he wondered why he was there, until he remembered. He threw aside the blankets and stood up. He rubbed his eyelids. A sharp pain in her eye sockets announced the impertinence of a migraine. She let out a curse and a couple of candles lit more. In the darkness located his robe crumpled on the floor and covered him
. He stared at his partner and she gave a wan smile.
- What are you doing here?
tone abruptly roused harsh and completely. If he had any hope of intimacy with him later, it disappeared immediately. Out of bed, gathered her clothes and as he was, even without dressing, with an apology on his lips, walked to the exit. Cliff
stroked the hair stirred irritants pushing back strands that fell on his face. The sound of the closing door burst like a thunderclap in his brain and other wine was rude to her lips. Dropped full length on the messy bed that still smelled of sex.
remained well for long, as dazed, lost in the roof surface. A shudder shook him, agonizing final link in your sleep. His late wife screamed and screamed, ran and ran, and stumbled ... Fell into the void ... The images of death, crippling and gaunt, haunted him since that night with the black flapping of a bird of prey. And the frustration returned to him with every nightmare, in waves, dreadful and oppressive, leaving him battered and broken. For in every dream, he tried to reach it, to avoid the inevitable, to save it. And it felt so useless in the hallucination as it had been in reality. Had not arrived on time and she rushed into the void from the top of the tower.
revived with a jolt the sharp impact of your body to hit the ground.
leaned back in his head and stretched the power to reach the jug of wine she had left beside the bed the night before. He drank greedily and liquid fell like a punch in the stomach, but he did regain his sanity and curb their cries. He got up and walked to the window, settling on the stone seat. The sun was beginning to dawn on the horizon and he wondered again what was the point in his life.
never considered her marriage to Mariam as more than a deal. And in it, neither won anything and they lost a lot. Her life and he ... He cursed the moment of weakness than a pretty face won the battle to his original determination not to marry. It was his lust that Mariam was killed. Not to marry, to have lived up to his oath of celibacy, she continued to live happily in Wales and he would not have become a taciturn, sour and sullen, tormented by a dramatic event that never stopped pursuing him. Mariam had been a weak woman, always fearful and poorly resolved to fulfill the role that was required. His death was heavy as a slab. And his
mortification because she was older, in his delirium, he had finished what he wanted most: an heir. Only the seeds of doubt subsiding their pain. The servant that would bring him that took his life by hanging of a beam in the kitchen, giving rise to a rumor that spread like wildfire. Are you sure the child was his Mariam brewing? Strokes
devastated undermined his soul and his pride.
could not help but feel anger every time I thought about it.
Because it was aware that Oswald Train, the servant who always behaved as the lapdog of his late wife, could have fathered the offspring that would become his heir. But you never know the truth and that angered him. Could no longer take his mind off the nagging doubt that she, the woman who gave her surname, which became his duchess, he would become a cuckold. Sentenced
out if he consented to go through the altar! Thing he wanted in the world was getting married again, ever trust a woman. To hell Ormond, their heritage and their offspring damn!
First her mother and then Mariam had failed miserably. And the betrayal of both are entrenched in his soul, festering with each passing day. As a child, he asked a million times if your mother would have left because of him, something he had done. I always had the feeling that the frequent arguments with her father were not only a reflection of their hatred toward him, and marked that part of his childhood. Now when you think your confidence restored, rose again the suspicion of premeditated deception of Mariam. So the resentment towards the fair sex had stuck to him since the night she died, as a scourge that could not, or wanted, free. Best wary of them to appear again before all the taint of an unhappy.
Unfortunately, the Crown did not feel the same. And what was worse, not his grandmother ordered. It was the most stubborn woman of Creation and seemed to have conspired with Satan to drive him crazy. He had just turned thirty-one years, was no longer a teenager and was able to choose a wife for himself, have loved her. But did not want. However, both her grandmother and for the State that was irrelevant.
For all furnaces of hell! Barely a few months Mariam's death when he was beset by various candidates for the position of Duchess of Ormond. And no way to escape was so ruthless harassment. So he decided to finally pursue the task of finding a wife. For the same reason had been drunk the night before and carried the woman to his bed.
No doubt he was losing the papers. But that was, remarriage, or finishing at the feet of the horses of social patterns. I had no choice but to give up, marry, would have an heir, and that hell will take everyone!
He approached the bed and pulled the cord to call the servants. No waiting for his valet peep through the door.
"Good morning, my lord," he greeted. Have you slept well?
"Perfectly. As if I had been kicked all night.
"If I may say so, sir, are the consequences of drinking.
"I wish to continue drunk. I prepare the bath, please. And get me something for the headache.
His valet nodded and left and he returned to the thread of his thoughts.
hated London. It was just a city where the aristocracy are prostituted in the corridors of power and pageantry of the holidays. Critters dressed in silk and powdered faces, insensitive to the disadvantaged and concerned only for their own aggrandizement. He was never comfortable with them. In that his father had left. In addition, his detachment was known among high society. Yes, your fortune cross the immediate entry to any event. And no parent who would dream to have him as son. At the end of the day, what mattered little man his reputation as accessible to marry the girl? He had nurtured an image indifference and did not intend to modify. It was the shield that protected them from annoying invitations.
Then came his servants, and began to greet him after the bath.

Chapter 2

London was meeting the expectations of Lea, but from time to time scruple assailed her for having deceived his family. Running away from home as it did only could lead to dire consequences if they did know. Discard
uncomfortable guilt and resentment focused on her surroundings. Had gone to that party to have fun and that he intended to do. He looked askance in the window and wrinkled her nose. The dress borrowed from her friend was awful. And pink. He did not like that color, but there was another to serve him and Tina had insisted that suited him very well. It was not true, like a soda and infant doll. Bothered him convey that image. If he had not torn his costume party in the rush ...
- What do you think, Eleanor?
turned to his friend and forced a smile. Tina ... Clementina, the name that she hated and never used, stood at his side. Daughter of the Earl of Bermont, met at school and became inseparable.
now living apart, but their friendship remained immovable, although very different. Leah was a stubborn Scottish's ideas. Equally appreciated go to a party to hunt the mountain wrapped in a tartan and a dagger in his belt. Tina, on the contrary, it was like a butterfly, always immaculate, right, without ever skipping the rules. Perhaps their differences were what kept them together.
"In the couple will choose for the next dance," said Lea. And how awful it is this dress.
"The dress is nothing dreadful, darling, only you feel so. Look at young people who do not stop looking at you. Judging by the number of requests dance they've done, I feel great. I think what you give away. Now seriously, what were you thinking? Read
surrendered. Tina seemed sometimes a little naive, but I had the scent of a hound.
"I can not hide anything, right? I thought of my father. And my brothers.
"Look you are spoilers.
"You forget that there are tonight.
"If I had known you were going to commit the folly to introduce in London without saying anything at home, I would have bitten his tongue and I would not have caught up to the holidays.
"Thank you you would not, Tina. Edinburgh I was bored and could not resist spending a few days with you. Not to blame for my craziness.
"But the food.
"Thank God. "He winked.
"Just hope you do not discover the deception. Amanda
-cover me, I wrote before coming. You know it's an old family friend and certainly is as crazy as me. I said I was going to Aberdeen, so nobody has to know I'm not there. Tina
wrinkled his nose comically, not finish them all along. -Any
day you'll look for a big problem. Read
nodded and sighed. I knew, yes. But he could not stand the boredom and need to escape occasionally from the monotony of your home. And more importantly, the overwhelming protection of his father, Neal McKenna, and his three brothers.
The musicians returned after a short break and a new compass invited couples to fill the dance floor. Immediately, both girls were surrounded by men. Tina pulled the elbow of his friend in a silent message of affection and dismissing with a smile who invited her, took the arm of a fan Read abandoning theirs.
Read agreed to dance with a young sexy and melancholy. But as soon took to the steps regretted it.
He did his best to follow in the footsteps of his awkward partner while thinking back to lash her escape. If discovered would be stuck in a mess.
None of his family shared his love of London. Suspicious of the British that they had been persecuted for centuries and had suffered one of his brothers. So, scams always planned to visit Tina and enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of the capital.
Now, what the concern was a possible punishment. Those who had earned until then spent a few days locked in the tower without being able to go riding with his brothers. However, on that occasion, his arrest could last a decade. Or two. That if you did not kill his father after returning to cry for the millionth time I was sick of his schemes.
His dance partner stumbled, stepped on and stopped dancing. Lea looked somewhat uncomfortable. He did not conceal an expression of displeasure, and she followed the invisible line of his eyes while rumors spread throughout the room.
- By God! "Murmured her companion. Never thought I had the courage to stand here today.
- What happens?
-Ormond, "he said in explanation.
- Who?
The adonis dull pointed chin.
"You have to be very valuable and very little shame to come to the party. After what happened ...
- Succeeded? Who?
The young man grabbed her by the elbow and led her off the track.
"Sorry, Miss McKenna, I must go. Read
was stunned to see away to that idiot.
Guests whispering in groups and they kept casting glances toward the entrance of the room. Tiptoe he clinched his best to try to figure out what she had caused such a stir. An individual, with the host, seemed to capture everyone's attention. Someone put him ahead and he lost it. Gently patted the shoulder of the gentleman and said,
- Would you mind stepping aside?
The man who had just arrived was tall, broad shoulders and dark hair. What was so special, apart from a good size, he asked Leah. Why all seemed so affected?
"It's incredible Tina said he heard at his side.
- Who is it?
-Ormond. Read
waited more information. But do not get it. It was as if that name, period, clarifies everything.
- Who the hell is this guy Ormond, may I ask?
- Watch your vocabulary, Eleanor!
"Come, come, come," the hurried. My dance partner is gone as if he had seen a ghost, others can not hide his discomfort, and you did not clarify anything.
Tina took her to the room where refreshments were served. "It's
Clifford Ellis, the Duke of Ormond.
"I've never heard of him.
"Because not long ago come to visit. Not a day. It is a strange and uncouth individual who stays away from the aristocracy. Lives in isolation in Hallcombe House.
"That name does ring a bell.
"Everybody knows the Castle of Mists.
"Well ... "Read craned toward the newcomer. Well, since there does not seem so strange, "murmured looking at her elegant figure.
"They say he killed his pregnant wife. Read
paid full attention to her friend, now
certainly intrigued.
- Are you kidding?
-No. "She blushed a little as if it were a secret. Well, everyone says that killed her. Anyway, had no merit. Plunged from a tower of the castle at night. There were no witnesses.
Read The shaped eyebrows arched.
"If there were no witnesses, as you say, then they are only
gossip.
"It's a horrible man.
- Why?
"Because ... because ... He stressed the blush on the beautiful face of Tina. Does not hide what he thinks. He says that we are parasites.
"That also says my father. I've heard a thousand times that people should do something productive instead of living on income and hopping between ballrooms or gentlemen's clubs. And I would not say that my father is a horrible man. Stubborn, yes. Recalcitrant, possibly. But never horrible.
"You did your lawyer vein of lost causes. Have you ever put in place the rest of us?
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"It irritated her friend Ellis is a guy ... intriguing, dark. Even rumored to have powers.
- Powers?
"You know what I mean ... Occult powers.
- What nonsense! People have too much imagination-Central New full attention to the newcomer. He would have liked him to be back to see her face. All I see is an amazing body. I can not imagine talking to spirits.
"Besides, has slept with half the women in London.
- What power! Read teased. Immediately became serious with the sulky gesture of her friend. The Libertines do not scare me, Tina. In any case, I disagree.
- You're impossible! I suppose it's your Scottish blood. But, for once in your life, you should keep in mind what I say, dear. Ormond is dangerous. Sometimes I wonder what women see in him. It is so menacing ... Tina
left with a flurry of skirts, shaking her fan with speed, as a shield against bad omens. Y Read
proposed a closer look at Satan. A demon with an excellent appearance, in black, very contrapié of fashion colors. A halo emanating intriguing that excited his curiosity. Yes, why not say it ... It was somewhat puzzling. He wondered if his face would honor your body. And Tina did not understand what women see in that guy? Surely he was losing sight. He approached his best dodging guests. Fantasized about what they submit, but the host gave a sigh of peace concealed when the subject is dismissed with a slight bow and headed for the exit.
Read only able to see a few wisps of dark hair falling on a dark face. But just at that moment, before crossing the threshold, Ellis turned to the present, as if they will challenge. And something stirred in Read to a steely eyes, suspicious and intelligent. And one point threatening. Devil eyes. But, yes, an angel of evil excitingly attractive.
Then, Ellis noticed her.
Lea was stopped when faced while in the distance. Those eyes were burning and uncomfortable uneasiness bucked up his spine.
But the spell is broken: a lady came to Ormond and laid his hand on his arm. Ellis appeared to lose interest and exchanged a few words with it. Read arose in a sudden and stupid animosity toward women, which increased to briefly pull himself up to whisper in his ear, lifting off murmurs. Ormond
shrugged one shoulder, his arm cupped hand of the lady, retraced his steps to the host and looked to Lea. The Count of Westtin peered around, looked directly and whispered something to the duke. He nodded, turned slightly to see it again as it did before, and she came the feeling that he was stripping in public. A slight blush covered her cheeks, though he had never
been prone to signs of shyness. But, despite the itching, stood firm, without diverting your attention from him. It was proposed to treat with the same audacity and did so. The extremely uncomfortable being the center of attention, but drew strength from weakness and raised his chin.
He looked like a wolf among sheep. Or worse, he said Lea. A fallen angel among devout believers. Was it his imagination or the Duke made a slight nod? Read
not react when he was gone, but when Tina arm hung.
- you looked! Oh, God, I have watched, Eleanor!
"I get hurt.
- Tell me you do not know him!
"Of course I do not know, Tina. What makes you so nervous?
- Oh, Lord ...!
"By the way, who was she?
- What woman?
"The one who has been talking with him.
Hossman -Amelia. She is the widow of an Austrian aristocrat, but has never again used the title since her husband died. Surely it is the only friend of Ormond and rumors that had a romance. She seems to be enough crazy enough to insist on re-conquer. Read
traced to the lady, who was lost from among the dancers who held back the track. The demon had gone and returned to the activity deadly, he said.
During the rest of the evening there was another topic of conversation other than the short and disturbing visit, and Lea heard many wild stories that ended up getting fed up and decided to leave the party.
As the carriage returned to the home of Bermont
rattled through the dark streets of London, could not stop thinking about Ellis. Was it really a murderer?, He wondered. Read would not let anyone influence easily by malicious comments. To make value judgments always trying to find the two parties. However, something told him that was farther away from Ormond, better for your peace of mind.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Limited Credit History Ok





This acronym and this video is dedicated to the Coast of Chiclana de la Frontera.

TELL YOUR BROTHER PEDRO ,
SALE WHEN YOUR BROTHERHOOD,
BURIED CHRIST THE HOLY
AND OUR LADY OF SOLITUDE.
DIME TU YOUR TRAVEL,
YOU WANT TO ACCOMPANY
THE STREETS OF Chiclana,
DE LA VEGA, TO THE PILLAR.

DIME TU HERMANO PEDRO,
YOU FEEL IN HIS PERCH,
WHEN MARKED WITH STEPS
AND SALE OF THE CHURCH.
AND THAT MOTHER so hurt,
ACCOMPANIED BY HIS SON,
AND THE SILENCE OF THE PEOPLE,
ALL THE WILL HAPPEN.

DIME TU HERMANO PEDRO,
long has YA,
Costalera LEAVING
AND MAKING THE COUNTDOWN.
many days of work,
MANY CANDLES OF ILLUSION,
FEW EARLY MORNING IN SAILING,
FLOWER AND HOW MUCH LOVE.

DIME TU HERMANO PEDRO,
BOLT TO SING,
WITH "LAMENT" Goosebumps,
IN THE NIGHT ring.
A SKY FULL OF STARS,
A SPRING,
DIME TU HERMANO PEDRO,
SALE IF YOUR BROTHERHOOD.

YOU ARE BROTHER
YOU ARE COFRADE,
YOU ARE ILLUSION,
YOU ARE BROTHER PEDRO ...
ALWAYS THE BEST.

AMD-M.
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C uid your steps Costalero
O liendo the new spring ,
S here another year of Nazareth
T Aeson brave in the work area.
A y! arrow of sincere singing
L amento shared the sidewalks,
E s the voice of the people I want.
R OCES shoe ... streets,
O ration in your mouth ... prayers,
S alpincándome your sweat ... delivery.

D HERE are the best boots?
E n Chiclana de la Frontera.

L to the east, my people, their sweating,
A ndalusia is Passion brothers.

magen I Santa de los Dolores,
L to repentance on his back wearing,
U No Caller in your hearts,
S uspiros and HEAVEN WITH IT!
I nmensos and quiet values \u200b\u200b
O lé! your walk and ways
N ur EASTER, and olé olé!

Antonio Morales Doncel-Moriano
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Video:
Rafael Romero Hidalgo
the Video Feature: PROCESSION
MAGNA

Friday, April 15, 2011

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Amig @ s, what would you ask? LIE-Jo


I have already announced back in May to punish two other novels, one Brumas, due out in paper and e-book.

For the digital version would like to include an interview conducted by tod @ s @ s vosotr, questions you can think of. We believe it is a nice way to make it more personal, closer to where you can collaborate and be journalists and actors.

Of all the questions that you leave here, Booket chosen few to be published in the supplement to the novel Mists, with your full name. The remaining will be answered right here on the blog.

I would love to work with me on this new project, because I know that you are the most important thing in the world and your concerns are mine.

I await your questions.

As always, I thank you for being here and for your support.

I love you.