In the beginning everything was perfect, with nothing to rival it. As centuries passed one rose from within and began to corrupt the kingdom that had stood for millennia.

Revolt was brewing, and with it, an army.

The Guardians, an army of angels, were intensely beautiful and naturally powerful creatures. Their abilities were unmatched by any other. The sight of them brought rivals to their knees. The power a Guardian possessed was internal and unspoiled. They were the truest, most pure version of life ever created, and with that came undeniable responsibility. The Guardians kept order among their kingdom.

When word of rebellion came, the force could not be crushed. This force was led by one of the strongest reigning Guardians, Isaac.

Alone he chose to leave, and so he fell. Though the first, he would not be the last. They continued to fall, one after the other. Torment overtook them at the realization of their loss, but it was not relief they craved. It was pain. They’d learned to love the sensation. They fed off of it. It was all they knew, and after years it took its toll. These once extraordinarily beautiful creatures had become ravaged beasts.

Meanwhile, a new world was forming, and with it a new race: mankind.

 This race was given the gift of humanity. They were capable of love, compassion, and empathy.

Though the Guardians’ power remained unmatched, the Fallen had grown strong.

The power the Guardians possessed was contained within them, and like a white light it streaked from their bodies, pure heat. Because this power was truly a part of them, its uses were as widely ranged as the mind could conjure.  Now, in a time unlike any to be seen, it would be used as a weapon.

The Fallen, unrestricted by the rules that barred the Guardians, roamed freely in the new world.

With this new influence mankind changed. They learned to hate. They were introduced to pain, and they began to choose.

The Fallen had grown to a size that made up for their lesser power.  They too possessed a white light, but this light struck with a force like ice; sharp and rigid. With power, numbers, and a newfound opportunity in the humans, they worked to form a living army and a world they could claim as their own. 

What inspired you to begin writing?
Writing has always been something that I used to express myself. It was a way to vent when I was young and now it's a way to create. Inspiration for me came in reading other people's work and it gave me the confidence to write my own.

What is the working title of your book?
The Guardians

Where did the idea for your book come from?
I used to drive to work and I would be stuck in traffic for ever. I had nothing to do but think so scenes would pop into my head and I didn't have a clue why, so I suddenly started writing them down while sitting in bumper to bumper traffic.

Okay, here's a challenge. Sum up your book in TWO sentences.
This is a vampire love story wrapped in drama, war and sex. I think vampire lovers will enjoy it.

What character's perspective do you most enjoy writing from? Why?
Gianna. I think a little of my temper from when I was younger shows in her. She is just a interesting girl. You cant help but laugh or love her.

What inspired you to begin writing?

I've been writing on and off since I was 16 years old. I've written short stories ranging from sci-fi to horror to military history. I have a deep fascination with history, particularly with the medieval age. I grew up reading about the Saxons, the Vikings and the Normans, and how they came as invaders to change the face of my country (UK) for good. I read about (from my school days) King Arthur, Alfred the Great, Robin Hood and then onto later royal dynastic lines such as the Plantagenet’s and the Tudors. I love history! I'm in the process of writing a trilogy set during the Wars of the Roses and it will be epic! Another fascination of mine and what I’m trying to say is that I write about what captivates and stirs me. And there's a lot out there that does!

What is the working title of your book?

It's called 'The Wolfshead' and is set in the start of the 13th century. The name derives from a nickname given to men who were deemed to be 'as the wolf's head,' for like a wolf, he could be beheaded with impunity and a bounty could be claimed from the sheriff.' I have thought of splitting the book into two volumes, but I’m struggling with my conscience because it's written in the style of one man's life's work. You wouldn't split your personal diary in two now would you?

Your story is a retelling of the Robin Hood legend. Why Robin Hood? Will this story be completely different from the legends?

I grew up with Robin Hood; books and TV. I'm English so he's already in my blood!

I wanted to write a Robin Hood story based on the original ballads written in Middle English, which I think hark back to an age when he is already firmly in legend. The earliest surviving ballad, ''Robin Hood and the Monk'', was written around 1450, but the legend was well-known by the mid-14thcentury as recorded in the poem by William Langland where a cleric knows the stories of Robin Hood more than his Godly prayers!

It was reading the ballads and researching the times that I decided to set the story when times were bitterly harsh. Plague, social unrest, brutal laws and a grim existence makes great story-telling. And in that horror, a spark of charity, love and honour would emerge to show the world that all was not lost. My version is very gritty, brutal in fact and very realistic, and a Robin Hood that you've not read or seen before.

Where did the idea for your story come from?

I was researching for another book in a completely different period and reading a lot of military war diaries and personal letters so I thought I'd like to try and write a Robin Hood story in the same vein but was perhaps the original story and all the other ballads are based upon it. 'A Lyttell Geste of Robyn Hode', perhaps written in the mid-15th century shows signs that it was put together from several already existing tales. From the start, I wanted the story to be written about Robin, not written from his perspective. That way the narrator Benedict introduces us to all the characters and hsi story which I think is incrediable. But there are no merry men, no Friar Tuck and no Maid Marian. I try to keep the setting real to the period and these were later inventions, BUT, Robin is the hero and so Marian, in some form or another, is there to keep him sane.

Okay, here's a challenge. Sum up your book in TWO sentences.

Benedict, a man in his winter years, reveals to his son that he was once one of Robin Hood’s outlaws and sets about chronicling his adventures. Born and bound to a lifetime of servitude to a sadistic lord, Benedict murders a Royal Forester, and flees to Yorkshire with his best friend Much and Robin where they meet Robin’s cousin, William Scathlocke, a rogue who has his own dark agenda.

What character's perspective did you most enjoy writing from?

It’s written in Benedict's perspective because he's recanting his exploits to his son: part-story, part-confession. My favourite lines come from Will Scathlocke who we know as Will Scarlet. He made me laugh a lot. He's a different character than we've seen or heard of before. He's crude, funny and tragic.

When Azalea and Aaron oppose the Elders decision to leave earth, their actions are perceived as revolt. The Elders don't take kindly to the threat of another revolution.
We were escorted back to Antioch by the elders and five other Guardians. All five reminded me of the sentinel who had watched over Aaron and I back at home. Their presence irritated me, but worried me at the same time. It irritated me to think that they might be there as protection for the elders. It was ridiculous to think that Aaron or I would ever hurt them. But at the same time it had my stomach knotting at the thought of the just the opposite. Maybe they were here to control us, to keep us from escaping. I had no idea what to think, or what to expect as we passed through the doors of the elders meeting room.

I’d never seen this room before. The two heavy doors moved of their own accord, opening to a completely windowed room. There was not a wall or decoration in sight. It was entirely glass, and in the middle, as expected, sat five chairs, one of them empty. My heart hurt remembering Bernard. His chair sat quiet on the edge of the semicircle. The others were occupied by the remnants of the Elders’ energy. They had been in these chairs for a long while now.

Noah kept his eyes on my feet. He was hiding something, keeping it from Aaron and me. There was something different about him. His energy was very severe, and yet I sensed he was fighting to keep it subdued. He didn’t want to be heard. I wished I could hear his thoughts. But that wasn’t it. I had seen Noah look severe before.  I could see it in his face when he wanted to establish his authority, especially with Aaron. It was like he disconnected himself for a moment, forgot who he was to Aaron, so that he could correct him without lessening his position as an elder. His face was severe, yes, but his body seemed as though it wanted to fold in on itself as he angled himself away from the Guardians that stood on either side of him. He was distancing himself from them. There was a sense of aversion in the way he stood. He wasn’t happy with the other elders, he didn’t agree with whatever decision they had made.

His brow twitched lowering and puckering in the center. I knew he could feel my eyes on him, but he didn’t look at me. He just kept his eyes on my feet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastian shift his weight and my eyes flashed to him. He kept his eyes level with mine when he spoke.

“We have considered your opposition,” he said.

His choice of words had my blood running cold and I could feel my breathing pick up. I nearly opened my mouth to object, but I knew better. Besides, I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to his words had riddled my body with anxiety as I fought off my natural fight-or-flight reaction.

Noah’s energy spiked for an instant before he controlled it. My eyes were immediately on his face, trying desperately to gather as much information as I could from him, but he never lifted his eyes.

In the same instant the five sentinels stood just a little straighter. Their shoulders rolled back—the movement so small it was nearly unnoticeable— their chests puffing, chins raising just a fraction. They stood at attention, ready. My eyes shot around the room touching on the three I could see. The other two stood behind us at the door. I didn’t like that.

Although I couldn’t see them, I could feel them. I shot out a small locator. Keeping the energy thin, I hoped it would be small enough to blend in with the natural currents of this realm, but it ran together with one of those very currents, making it stronger as it ran through the room. One of the sentinels picked up on it and his eyes were immediately on my face.

Aaron tensed beside me and I held my breath. I could feel the sentinel’s eyes burning into the side of my face. It took a ridiculous amount of focus to keep my eyes on Sebastian.

What is the name of your blog?
Learn Italian with Lucrezia

What do you blog about?
I blog specifically about Italian language and I try to teach it to anyone who is interested! I also give, from time to time, some tips that I also have found very useful to learn foreign languages and to improve skills in general.

What do you love most about blogging?
The thing I love the most is the feedback I receive from people who read my blog! I am very happy when I receive an email or a comment on the blog or on one of my videos on youtube. I really enjoy answering to every question.

Why did you begin blogging?
I have always been fascinated by the blogosphere, so I decided it was my turn to start a blog about something I am passionate about, that would be foreign languages! I thought that many people would appreciate free Italian language lessons online.

When your not blogging away, how do you spend your time?
At this moment of my life, I spend most of the time doing stuff for University purposes. I have very much to study and it is never enough when it comes to studying Translation and Interpreting! Aside from that, I enjoy my time with friends, family and boyfriend and when I have some time off I take the first train to Rome, my home city!

“Aaron!” I tried to throw the energy around me, but the weight of it was crushing. Making only one rotation it slammed into the ground in front of me throwing me backwards into the trees. A small crack ran down my back. I was gasping for air. He was standing over me in an instant.

“So,” gasp. “Clearly, I” gasp. “Did that,” gasp. “Wrong,” gasp.

He took my arm and I shook him off.

“What are you doing” he hissed checking over his shoulder.

“I’m saving myself,” I glared. Rubbing at the back of my head, I too peered off into the property behind us.

He shot out a locator. As he did, I grabbed his hand and pulled myself onto my feet. I sent a small shock up his arm as I did … it was only fair. The connection also allowed me access to his thoughts, and his assessment of the returning locator.

Someone was watching us.

‘Who is it?’ I passed the thought to him.

He clenched and unclenched his fist trying to fight off the sting I had shot up his arm.

I smirked, momentarily distracted.

“A sentinel,” he growled. “Our fighting seems to have disturbed the elders. Whether we are preparing to turn on them, or destroy each other, they would appreciate if we stopped,” he recited sourly. It was clearly a message delivered by the man in the trees.

I frowned, disappointed. “Now what?”

He glared into the trees.

“Well, I don’t feel like you’ve learned the lesson I intended on teaching you, and you are my responsibility. So,” He turned back to me, a small grin growing across his face. “We will stay here and train until I believe you are capable of protecting yourself.”

Faster than I could follow, his energy swung up around my feet and dragged them out from underneath me. I hit the ground. Hard.

“Owww!” I wailed.

“See,” he called to the trees. “Totally incapable.”

I kicked him in the shin. He hissed, and I laughed.

The sentinel huffed and paced away, grumbling under his breath.

“Feel free to stay and watch,” he bellowed.

Check back this weekend for another sneak peek at book two, Guardians: The Realm Below.

What inspired you to begin writing?
I have had a love of reading since I was a very young child. Father Christmas used to leave a book on my pillow and the rest of my presents downstairs. My parents had a huge job to drag me downstairs to open them! I just wanted to carry on reading. 

Then, when the long-running TV sci-fi show Doctor Who started, I became enraptured by the storylines which could take place at any time in Earth's history and future, and anywhere in the universe and beyond. I started to create my own worlds and my own characters, writing my stories in little blue notebooks until my parents bought me my first typewriter when I was 9. 

What is the working title of your book?
The Jigsaw And The Fan

Where did the idea for your book come from?
Two trades union activities: the UK's infamous Winter of Discontent in the late 1970s where trade unions seemed to be ruling everything, and the long-running miners strike in the 1980s.

The book actually satirises the miners strike and how it was broken by controversial Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, who died recently. 

Okay, here's a challenge. Sum up your book in TWO sentences.
It's a light-hearted ghost story telling the tale of a dead trades unionist who sets out to frighten away visitors to a stately home. 

That's the surface story, but if you look a little deeper you'll see massive bites of satire. 

What character's perspective do you most enjoy writing from? Why?
In this book most people would probably expect me to say Albert Carter, the main character. But I love the interludes with the two Guardian Angels, Wallace and Mozelbeek. And as their roles become more important to the story I enjoyed developing their conflicting perspectives.

There is nothing worse than writers block. That tension and stress can drive anyone mad. So, next time you hit that wall, pull out this get out of jail free card and break out of your brain. 

Listen to music: This is my personal favorite. It keeps my mind off of exactly what I am writing. I know it’s crazy, right. Why do something to take your focus off of your writing? Well, that’s exactly what you have to do to break writers block. Reduce the stress and tension on your brain. Music help soothes tension and is even known to help cure headaches.

Read: reading can also help relieve tension, but most importantly reading can inspire. Read something simple and a little mindless, like a magazine that corresponds with what you’re writing. Writing about nutrition? Flip through Women’s Health. When it comes to me I find reading a chapter from a novel a little tricky because it sets me on a different path. Often I’ll get hooked on the story and have trouble finding my way back to my previous mind set. So you may have to experiment a little with this one.

See a move: Movies are epic and dynamic. They encourage us to get lost in the story. So, for a short time we are able to sit in a cool dark room, snack on some chocolate, and just watch. It’s the perfect break. It allows us to relax and yet still keeps your brain moving.

Exercise: Exercise relieves tension and stress through exertion, but keep it short. Take a short walk around the block. If you’re really stressing, try a sprint and at half way slow to a jog, then walk for the last minute. You won’t believe the amount of ideas that will come pouring into your brain when you get home.

Write something else: Stressing about getting the idea out and onto paper can bring your train of thought to a screeching halt. Writing something else like a shopping list, a blog, the next chapter, or even a blurb about your day is enough to get your mind off of what you’re writing and onto some new words. Just get some words onto paper, and then don’t stop.

What inspired you to begin writing?
I was living in Portugal when I started a blog about events of my trip to Spain. The reason for writing details of my trip to Spain was really for my own personal reason. Why did it become a book, well, I sent a couple of chapters to my friend and editor and she said, "Dave, you must continue with this." So I did and the book was self published in June 2012.

Wrong Place Wrong Time is my first book. My True Story.

What is the working title of your book?
Wrong Place Wrong Time.

Where did the idea for your book come from?
Unfortunately the idea for the book came from my trip to Spain. The outline of the story is that I had been enjoying Spain, maybe too much as some reviews state and after leaving a party I come across a hotel fire. I am wrongly arrested for arson and manslaughter after saving two lives and well, you will just have to read the rest.

Okay, here's a challenge. Sum up your book in TWO sentences.
Summing up my book, I will leave that to some reviews on Amazon. Pleased to say 200 of them.

Gripping, nail baiting, tense, I was there with him, couldn't put the book down, should be a movie!

What character's perspective do you most enjoy writing from? Why?
As the character's in the book are real, each one had a special moment in the book, good or bad. Apart from Rosa, Emma, my family which are mentioned, I did enjoy the company of the son of Elvis.

I was nominated by the oh-so-awesome L.W. Patricks, spawn of a typewriting chimp and a literary ninja. He is a word samurai, whose brain is filled with literary genius that surpasses the word awesome! Check out his website http://lwpatricks.com/

Alright, so onto The Next Big Thing. "What exactly is The Next Big Thing?" you ask. Well, it runs on a P/F (pay it forward) foundation. I was nominated. Next, I will answer the below questions, and then pass them onto other amazing writers. So, onto the questions...

1) What is the working title of your book?
My book is titled Guardians.

2) Where did the idea come from for the book?
Outer space. No really I was outside when the idea just hit me. I used to let these things just roll off my shoulder. I would play around with the idea for a while, and then eventually it would just slip away, but this was different. This one stuck. So, when I couldn’t shake it, I decided to build it, and that night I sat down with my laptop and wrote until I fell asleep.

3) What genre does your book come under?
Fantast/Young Adult

4) Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Ha! I love this question. Okay, so let’s see. I would choose Matt Czuchry or Matt Bomer to play Aaron and Tom Hardy to play Noah. For Azalea I would chose Alexandra Daddario, Jaimie Alexander, or myself. Ha! Of course I would have to enlist my professional selling class as Guardians or Fallen, because I promised them I would.

5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
What would you do if you learned that you weren’t as human as you were raised, but a weapon, crucial to ending a war that would determine?

6) Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?

7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Haha. Oh gosh, it took four years.

8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Hunger Games meets Harry Potter.

9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My ridiculous imagination, of which I have absolutely no control over, was my inspiration.

10) What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
I always liked action and mystery, plus an ending I couldn’t predict. I’d like to think Guardians has all of that.