Hello! I’m Elizabeth
Mueller, the author The Cog Prince. I
had no idea that my story would be accepted for the challenge of the Insecure
Writers Support Group anthology contest. Imagine the shocked thrill that shot
through me when I received that email?
I’m a hopeless
romantic and the first thing I thought of when I read the theme for the
contest—masquerade/mask, I couldn’t help but imagine ball gowns and masks and
stolen kisses—Regency fan here! But my muse did not take me into that era but
into another entire vein of whimsy.
My thought process was
to create something mysterious, strange, magical, and romantic—with a dash of steampunk.
I wanted to leave the reader wanting more of the world just as much as I! As I
let it stew for a while, the whispers began to stir until images and events
flashed through my head.
Soon, the book was
born within the matter of hours.
Will a
missing key free a clock-bound prince?
Falling in love, saving the day, and a masque—oh my! The clock
strikes the thirteenth hour and Ivy is sucked into a masquerade ball of
whirling dancers where the Cog Prince has summoned her. Mysterious darkness
seeks their destruction and she alone holds the key. Will Ivy save his kingdom
in time?
*Excerpt from The Cog Prince
If I slowed my breathing long enough, I
could hear the odd clicks of the many clocks that surrounded me. The constant
ticking eventually got on my nerves and I gave into a shiver. It was weird, but
it still felt as if someone watched me.
BONG!
I screamed at the sound of a deep
rumbling. I whipped around and faced a towering grandfather clock. Many spires
framed the main part, ending with jagged, glinting points. Dark, wooden
scrollwork fanned out symmetrically at the top. Its round face shined a burnished
brass, the Roman Numerals one through thirteen. Thirteen? Within the glass
case, a tiny door cranked opened with a grinding click and something trembled
inside the dark opening.
From inside the little portal, a
miniature skeleton lurched forward. It moved in its track with a strange
slowness. Its head bent into an unnatural angle with a dangling jaw, its arms
gnarled at its chest. Chills clawed up my back and the feeling of being watched
escalated to a dark foreboding.
BONG!
Again, the clock sounded. Lightning
flashed, followed by a crack of thunder. I cried out and jumped back. Glass shattered and the sound of singing
dishware exploded. Outside, the wind moaned. The rain pounded against the
panes. The steel doors outside rattled with a fearsome rage.
Then another sound reached my ears. At
first, they were quiet. I wasn’t sure if it was just me or the wind. But the
more I concentrated, the louder they grew. Whispers. Laughter. Clinking of
crystal. A soft, red glow caught my attention. There, below the clockface, burned the etching of a pulsating
rose.
Touch
it. A man’s whisper breathed along the
side of my face.
I cried out, spinning in place at the
sound of the man’s whispered breath. No one stood behind me. “Who’s there?”
BONG!
My fingers slowly curled away so that
my index was left solo, pointing to the red rose. It quivered before bursting
into flames. Soft shrieks echoed in my head. Ash gathered and dispersed into
the air. The floor vanished but I remained suspended in thin air. A painful
jolt rewarded me as my finger finally grazed the rose. The clock shook and the
rose fell away into a dark hole; a sharp whining sound pierced the air as a
vacuum gaped wide open. Unable to control myself, I fell straight into it.
I hope you enjoyed the teaser as much
as I enjoyed writing the story. If you want to experience more, my daughter
says this musical piece reminds her of my story—I agree. Enjoy!
*excerpt has been modified
to suit blogging purposes
Author Bio:
Award-winning author Elizabeth Mueller lives in Texas with her husband, five lively children, five indoor kitties, a few outdoor kitties, and seventeen chickens. While she enjoys homeschooling her kidlets, she thrives as a full-time writer of any genre that captures her heart. She loves to hear from her readers!
Website:
ElizabethMueller.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/ElizbethMueller
8 comments:
Steam punk - yes, that was an element of your story.
Your story was very unique. It had a dreamy goth feel to it, like Alice lost in Wonderland.
Hi, Elizabeth! I've only read one steampunk romance so I look forward to getting to know the genre better through your story. (And I want to know more about the man behind the whisper.)
Thank you! I had so much fun writing it. :)
I hope you enjoy it!
L.G., Thank you for working hard to post my spotlight along with everyone elses! <3
Gothic Alice in Wonderland? Yes, please!!
Such an exciting excerpt! I'm looking forward to reading the whole thing. Like Jennifer, I've only read one steampunk romance before.
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