10. I can work even when I’m sick. I may not
be able to sit up or type, but authors spend a lot of time just thinking about
and planning books in their head. It entertains me sometimes when I am not
feeling well.
9. I
can work in my pajamas. In fact, I do this most of the time. There’s
something about writing in relaxing clothing that makes the work more enjoyable
than it would otherwise be.
8. I
can make my daydreams into something real. I can’t actually live out a lot
of the random scenarios I think up in my head, but writing them out makes them
into a real thing.
7. It
allows me to procrastinate on housework. It’s a good excuse to have a messy
house when you have a deadline coming up.
6. It’s
always challenging. For as long as I write, I will be learning more about
writing. There is no end to improving. It keeps me from getting bored with it.
5. Reading
for fun counts as work. I have to know what’s popular in fiction, right? I
have to read a lot of books, so I can learn a lot. It keeps me a batter author.
4.
Social media counts as work. Feel terrible because you spent hours on
facebook? I do that, too, sometimes, but for me, it technically counts as
marketing!
3. I
can pay attention to my pets while I’m working. There’s nothing more
enjoyable than typing out a story while your dog’s head is resting in your lap.
2. I
get to do my work from home. I hate leaving the house. I made the place I
live comfortable for a reason. Writing allows me to hang out here more often.
1. It
helps me cope. When something terrible happens, it can be very therapeutic
to write parts of it into a story. Even just coming up with a story for it in
my head that I never write out can help. Sometimes when I am going through
something bad, knowing that I can later take horrible events in my life and
turn them into beautiful words, helps me get through the experience.
Pandora’s Mistake
Fate Of Eros
E.B. Black
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: March 10, 2013
ISBN: 9781301905348
ASIN: B00BRQINMI
Number of pages: 100 pages
Word Count: About 30,000
Cover Artist: Calista Taylor
Book Description:
Pandora was created to be the perfect woman. She has the beauty of Aphrodite, the intelligence of Athena, and the gentleness of Hera.
As the first and only woman to exist, Pandora is the center of attention everywhere. Men lust after her, even vow to start wars over her. She's a good girl, so she keeps her distance.
The problem is Prometheus. He's Pandora's box. He's ripped to shreds and killed every day as punishment from Zeus, but he never repents for being a bad boy.
Zeus has warned everyone to stay away from Prometheus, but she's curious. He's handsome and she desires him.
If she opens the box of her desire, it will unleash Prometheus' inner demons.
Should she risking losing everything she cares about for one night of lust?
Excerpt:
As they neared
the top, a shape came together in front of her. A man laid spread eagle and
strapped in chains. His face was pleasing to her eyes, even scrunched up. His
beard wasn't scraggly like Epimetheus' was and his muscles contorted with
barely restrained power. She imagined what he would have looked like if he
wasn't covered in blood. Her stomach somersaulted at the beautiful image.
Every time he
screamed, the fireball above their heads grew for a moment and illuminated his
shadow. A giant raven sat upon his chest, pecking away at bare intestines. She
had seen birds, but never a black one that was almost as large as she was.
It glanced over
at Pandora. Its unfeeling eyes glowed white as if it had captured a tiny bit of
sun inside its pupils. Green liquid leaked out the side of the raven's mouth.
It foamed at the mouth like it was rabid. Pandora bit her finger nails.
A river of blood
pooled from Prometheus' stomach where his intestines had been ripped to shreds.
The raven bent down to peck more inside his belly. He devoured little bits of
pink innards. Prometheus was dying or being eaten alive at least.
Pandora tugged
on Epimetheus' arm. "We should help him."
Tears formed in
Epimetheus' eyes. "I've tried; we can't."
"Why not?
He'll die if we don't do something."
Pandora could
barely breathe. She felt helpless and afraid.
The man screamed
and Epimetheus wrapped his arms around Pandora, pinning her to the ground. Fire
exploded around them and Epimetheus' eyes rolled back in pain. The storm of
fire above them had gotten so large that a piece of it had escaped and struck
Epimetheus' body.
They both stood
when it was over. Blisters covered Epimetheus' back where his clothes had
burned away. She touched the damaged skin gently. He roared in response and she
jumped back. The skin sewed itself together before her widened eyes.
She had seen
Epimetheus attacked by a bear once. It had entered their cavern in the middle
of the night. It had ripped his chest open, but he had regenerated in the same
way.
"His name
is Prometheus," Epimetheus said. "He's already died many times.
Titans like us regenerate, but that doesn't stop us from feeling pain."
Their eyes met.
"Why is
this man important to you?" Pandora asked.
"He's my
brother," Epimetheus said. "Zeus chained him here to punish
him."
Pandora crossed
her arms. "And you want me to feel sorry for him? He must have done
something terrible if Zeus thought he deserved this."
Epimetheus shook
his head. "You have a lot to learn."
He grabbed her
hand and she clutched it tightly. Although Prometheus was restrained, the fire
bursting from him was not. Pandora was scared her skin would melt. The
crackling of the fire above their heads was deafening and the heat made her
eyes feel dry.
Epimetheus read
her mind. "It's not as bad when he's further from death."
"I thought
gods couldn't die," Pandora whispered.
"We can't.
Our souls do not travel to the Underworld like they do with humans. But our
bodies can become so damaged that we black out for hours and lose our heartbeats
until we are able to regenerate again. It's a type of death, but not a
permanent one."
They were near
the edge of the cliff, next to Prometheus. It overlooked the places they had
traveled since they left the cave. Bright specks from campfires decorated the
path. They glowed against the darkness like grounded stars.
"Prometheus
suffers because of all those people who live down there," Epimetheus said.
"The reason they have warmth and food is why he's being tortured, but none
of them care anymore."
Pandora's chest
constricted painfully. This couldn't be true. Zeus had been such a kind god,
explaining things to her slowly when she didn't understand them. He wasn't
capable of this.
"Some of
them cared at first," Epimetheus said. "But when they tried to loosen
his bonds, the crow would devour them instead. Unlike Prometheus, they wouldn't
be able to rise from the dead the next day. He begged them to stop, insisting
that he could handle it, but I don't like the way they flaunt their fires in
front of him. They should be ashamed of what they have, rather than callous.
"Every time
someone lights a fire, Prometheus dies a little faster that day. It's why he
usually dies at night-people light their campfires and the raven pecks harder.
Prometheus gets upset from the pain and those bad feelings make the raven peck
harder as well. He dies.
"If all of
the humans were to put out their fires and vow to never use them again, Zeus
might let him go, but they won't. Prometheus says it's because they die without
fire, but I think it's because they're selfish.
"This is
why, as my wife, you are never to light a fire. Fire is his curse, not our
blessing."
Pandora nodded
her head, chewing her lip.
The raggedy pile
of a Titan lying in front of them moaned. He had also shrunk himself. It was
strange that he should care about making humans more comfortable when he was
being tortured like this.
He spoke and his
voice was hoarse. "Epimetheus, is that you?"
Prometheus cried
out and the fire above their heads grew larger. Epimetheus pushed Pandora close
to the ground just in case.
The fire died
down and Epimetheus knelt next to his brother. The bitterness melted from his
face and gentleness took its place as if he were gazing at a beloved pet or
baby. He stroked Prometheus' cheek and the fireballs burning above them calmed.
"Shh! Don't speak! You need to save your strength!"
"Please
don't be angry." Prometheus' eyes glowed with love in the light. "To
see humanity, my creation, at peace, makes this suffering worth it. I'm glad
Zeus chained me here. It allows me to witness all the good I've done."
"Don't
speak that way," Epimetheus said. "Nothing is worth seeing you like
this."
"Humanity
is worth it," Prometheus said. "The way their skin glows in the sun
is the envy of the gods. They're beautiful."
Pandora looked
down at her arms; the silver flecks in her skin shone in the firelight. Most of
the time they weren't visible, except when the sun was bright or she was near a
campfire. She had heard once that humans had specks of gold in their skin,
during a time when they could tell the future and walked among gods. Pandora
wished she was from that time, rather than from the age of silver, where the
wealth and gifts of Mount Olympus dwelled just beyond her reach. But humans had
sunk to a new low ever since Zeus took over, which was why their skin had
silver in it now. If only she knew the future, maybe she'd be able to
understand her world a little better.
"Humans
give the gods something to live for and take care of," Prometheus
continued. "They create and love like we do. They are not evil. It's Zeus
that is. Never trust anything Zeus gives you. It will lead to your
downfall."
Pandora's
forehead wrinkled in confusion. She had been a gift from Zeus to Epimetheus.
Was he insinuating that she was untrustworthy? How dare he! He didn't even know
her!
Prometheus was
sweating. His breathing grew heavier and he went into a seizure.
"It's time!
He's dying again," Epimetheus shouted.
Prometheus
passed out and the inferno above their heads swirled like a tornado. Pandora
shielded her face as ashes rained on her. She could feel her arm hair singeing.
"It's
getting dangerous-we need to go." Epimetheus' expression hardened as he
wrapped his arms around Pandora. She clutched his chest and let him lead the
way.
About the Author:
E.B. Black is the annoying author who lives in the head of a nerdy housewife named Elizabeth. Elizabeth tries to live out her days by walking her dog, spending time with her husband, doing housework, and watching television, but E.B. Black makes her drop everything to type out weird fantasy stories. Elizabeth is asking anyone who read this to please send help.
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