Inger Iversen is not only one of my favorite authors she is also one of my favorite people. It is true, I stalk her often. I was given the chance to ask her about her Top Ten favorite songs when she is sad. (Writers are moody so I knew she'd have some readily available. :-P )
Top 10 songs when you
are sad.
1.
Switchfoot-
Dare You to Move- Best motivator when
feeling down.
Favorite Lyrics:
“Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?”
2.
Battle Scars- Lupe
Fiasco and Guy Sebastian: Best post break-up.
Favorite
Lyrics:
“The wound heals but it never does
That’s cuz you’re at war with love
You're at war with love.”
3.
The Weeknd-
Wicked Games: OMG when you feel ALL is lost!!
Favorite Lyric:
“So tell me you love me
Only for tonight, even though you don't love me
(Only for tonight)
Just tell me you love me”
4.
Ellie Goulding-
Dead in the Water: Honestly I don’t know the lyrics, just sounds sad.
5.
Evanescence- My
Heart is Broken: This is dedicated to my father, who passed away when I was
seventeen.
Favorite Lyrics:
“I can't go on living this way, but
I can't go back the way I came, chained to this fear
That I will never find a way
to heal my soul
And I will wander until the end of the time
Half alive without you”
6.
Flyleaf-Enemy:
I love this song; awesome lyrics simple yet full of meaning.
Favorite Lyric:
“I am asking for you to forgive me
for everything.”
7.
Nightwish-Ghost
Score Love Song: This ten minute song is a mix of symphonic heavy metal and the
talented vocals of Tarja. Think Within Temptation or Epica with—in my opinion—a
better singer.
Favorite Lyric:
“You were the one to cut me
So I'll bleed forever.”
8.
Dido- Here with
Me: This was the Roswell theme song,
one of my favorite sitcoms. Dido has an awesome voice and I used to get teary
eyed when I listened to it.
Favorite Lyrics:
“I won't sleep
I can't breathe
until you're resting here with me.”
9.
Ellie
Goulding-Hanging On Edit: I love her voice, but only in certain songs.
Favorite Lyrics:
“Touch me and then turn away
And put your hands into the flame
Tell me if you feel this pain
Cause I don't want to be a ball and chain.”
10. Black Lab-This Night: Everything this group writes
are sings, I love!
Favorite Lyrics:
“I know I'm not forgiven
but I need a place to sleep.
So take this night
and lay me down on the street
I know I'm not forgiven
But I hope that I'll be given . . .
Some peace.”
Awakened
Few Are Angels Book #2
Inger
Iversen
What must he overcome to protect her?
With no clue of what to do next and the
responsibility of looking after Alex and Mia as promised, Kale is up to his ears
in problems and no solutions. How will Kale save Ella, keep Alex and Mia safe,
control Jace as well as control the Bloodlust that creeps beneath the surface
waiting to be released? Will Kale be Ella’s savior or will he convict her to a
fate worse than the one Laurent has already promised her?
What truths will she learn?
Ella knows that the choices she makes affects
not only her but everyone else around her, but what about the choices made to
find her? Ella learns the truth about the death of her parents, learns that the
ones she thought she could trust aren’t so trustworthy after all.
How will Ella handle these betrayals, and will
she be able to sacrifice what is necessary to obtain eternal life?
And because I am totally in love with Kale
Excerpt #2 (Kale)
I arrived at the
lake near Mia’s home and parked the car on the side farthest from the house.
I ventured into
the woods, following the rogue Chorý’s scent to Mia’s backyard. A figure stood
in one of the windows on the second floor, awaiting my arrival. I hadn’t
expected to arrive unnoticed, but I’d hoped. With Mia’s parents out of town and
Mia with Alex, I wasn’t worried about any unexpected guests.
The back door was
wide open. I headed inside and followed the melted ice up two flights of stairs
and into a room in the back. I entered slowly, keeping my hands at my sides to
show that I had no weapon. I was sure that this wouldn’t end well, but I needed
to assess the situation before it blew up.
“And I thought you
said that you didn’t care,” crooned a husky voice from the corner veiled in
darkness.
“Who says that I
care?” I shrugged.
“Your presence
here says a lot, wouldn’t you say?”
“Or maybe I want
to send you back to Laurent with a message.”
“Do I look like
some errand boy to you?” The bald man stepped from the shadows. Anger marred
his face.
“You telling me
that you aren’t Laurent’s whipping boy?”
The bald man
growled in anger and then visibly calmed. He raised his hands in surrender. An
innocent look replaced the dark shadows that had at first plagued his face. “Hey,
I’m just sitting here waiting for my blond princess to come home, and you break
in and insult me.”
“And I guess I
should just leave and let you, what was it you said—”
“Oh, I said that I
am going to rip her throat out for her betrayal.”
I rolled my eyes. “Betrayal.
Is that what this is all about?” I shook my head and looked to the ceiling,
searching in vain for patience.
“Okay I can see
you’re getting bored, so let’s spice things up a bit. I say we make this a
game, shall we? I’m Xavier, and you must be Kale.” He swayed, and he leaned
into the purple wall in Mia’s room.
The moon’s light reflected from the bright
white snow outside, illuminating the room in a milky haze. Pictures of Mia with
some old flame shook as he leaned into the wall. He reached up and straightened
the photo before plucking it off the wall. I smiled.
“A game?” I leaned
against the dresser, glancing at the photo in his hand. If he could pretend to
be relaxed, so could I. Why did stalkers always seem at ease, when they were
the main reason for the disturbance? “What kind of game are you suggesting?”
He looked
pointedly at me before rolling his eyes. “A battle of wits.” Sarcasm and
annoyance laced his voice.
“I was told that
you’re pretty nasty in battle.” He clapped his hands, rubbed them together, and
then pulled them to his lips. “You were the one that left that nasty little
scar on the Council hunter’s face, and you also took down the last death
bringer.” He smiled.
I couldn’t tell if
he was amazed at what I had done or jealous that he hadn’t done it himself.
“And you want me to teach you to fight?”
His smirk morphed
into a snarl of anger and then into a full-bellied laugh. I smiled.
He shook his
finger at me as he laughed. “A comedian as well, eh?”
“If it pays the
bills.”
He laughed again. “Wow.
Standup comedians are making good money in this economy? I guess maybe I should
take the sweet li’l princess with me on the road when I start my tour?”
I released an aggrieved
breath. “You called me here to discuss a career move?”
Xavier suddenly moved
closer; I straightened.
“No-o,” he cooed, drawing the word out.
“Why don’t we see who is the strongest?”
“Strongest?” I
laughed. “What? Would you like to clear the table in the corner and arm
wrestle?”
“Funny.” He lifted
the picture of Mia to his mouth and kissed it. “If I win, I get her.”
“Never going to
happen.”
“Yes, well I’m
sure you think so, but for the sake of the game, let’s—”
“This is not a
game; this is the life of an innocent girl you are talking about.”
Xavier laughed as
he flung the picture of Mia onto the bed. “She is food, and that is it. I don’t
understand why you feel the need to treat her any differently.” Xavier looked
at the picture on the bed and then back to me. “You can fight for her, or step
out of the way and let me have her.”
His smiled baited
me, and his laugh grated my nerves. I didn’t love Mia, and at times she drove
me insane, but I would not allow Xavier to harm her.
“What are you
suggesting?”
“I’ve been
lonely.” He ran his hand across the white nightstand at the head of the bed. I
raised a brow at his peculiar statement. “I was thinking of that sweet-smelling
blonde and how long it’s been.”
He looked up at me
with soulless moss green eyes. “You know, since I’ve held a woman.” He cackled
as his meaning dawned on me.
My shock and
disgust no doubt fueled his fire. I moved from the door, standing no more than
an inch in front of him.
“Yes, please tell
me that you have a problem with this.” His hot breath assaulted my senses. He
had just fed, and I could smell the human’s blood on his breath. The blood
still smelled fresh, and I could only imagine the satisfaction its warmth would
give.
