The Art of Bound to the Prince
As some of you might know, I originally started to write Bound to the Prince inspired by Prince Nuada, the tragic villain from the movie "Hellboy 2". Back then, I started to post chapters on blog and fanfic sites and received great feedback from my readers. But I realized very soon that my character was so very different from Nuada - more heroic, sexy and romantic-, and I felt too limited by a fictionous movie world. This was when I started to write my own story, with my own world and characters. Even the way Elathan looked changed in my mind, but Luke Goss's portrayal of this kick-ass elf still comes very close to my imagination.
Luckily, my writing inspired others to create art, as well. These pictures are illustrations of my early fanfiction; but those of you who've read the book will doubtlessly recognize some of my places and creatures I later used in "Bound to the Prince". They were created by my friend, co-blogger and wonderful artist, Hanna aka Yvaine from Scotland. Thank you so much for all your support, lil' sis! You were such an invaluable inspiration to me. Luvya!!!
Yvaine's Art
Elathan and Aon the Drag-O'-Corn
The Clearing in the Forest
The Water Nymphs
The Enchanted Forest
Midnight Blue
(Copyrights of all images belong to Yvaine. No copying or posting on other websites allowed without written permission by the artist. All copyrights of the character "Nuada" and the movie "Hellboy 2" are held by Universal Studios, Guillermo del Toro and Mike Magnola. "Dracula's Brides" - all copyrights held by Sony Pictures. Artist's images of Nuada and Dracula's Brides are not related to "Bound to the Prince" and are strictly used as fan art in a fictional way and without any financial interests.)
Original Map of the Enchanted Forest
Quck drawing while writing "The Hunt" chapter ;-) - as you see, I changed some ideas later.
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“Too long have I lived in this darkness, human," he said, so close to her that his lips touched her earlobe, light as a butterfly’s wing. “Alone.”
Igraine felt the elf’s hot breath as it caressed her cheek. He lowered his head slightly, inhaling deeply. She knew he was taking in her scent. Despite her fear, the urge to touch him was growing so strong that she started to reach out to him. He caught both of her wrists with one of his large hands, pinning them against the wall so she was his helpless prey once again. She gasped when she felt his tongue touch the sensitive spot right below her ear, licking her very softly as if he wanted to taste her before eating her alive. His beauty, his seductive voice were the predator’s way of lulling his prey into a false sense of security before killing, without regret.
“So warm, so alive,” he murmured. “And yet you are doomed to die, with every breath you take.” His lips moved downwards, along the side of her neck where the blood rapidly pulsated in her carotid artery. She felt his teeth graze her skin right there.
She never saw it coming. If he had attacked, intending to kill her, she wouldn’t have been surprised. But the elf moved so quickly that she couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. Still imprisoning her hands above her head, he used his free arm to pull her nearer to his body until only a thin layer of fabric separated them. He crushed her to him so forcefully it hurt, but she didn’t care. Breathing was difficult, anyway.
Suddenly, he let her wrists go and entwined his fingers in her curls. He lifted one of the auburn tresses to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. “Beautiful,” he murmured softly. Then he grabbed a fistful of hair at her neck and pulled her head back. Trapped, she faced him in the darkness while the prince bowed his head to capture her lips …
("Bound to the Prince")
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