Mortal Instruments Fanfiction: Secret Shadows

So Mortal Instruments. New fandom for me. I have read the books and quite a bit of fanfiction there is. Saw the movie and the TV series and developed a fascination with the TV Alec – Matthew Daddario. That boy is something else!

Anyways, so I was toying with this story idea for a bit now and today I finally decided to put it out there and see where this thing goes. I am trying a hand at writing a historical. It is actually fun when I can’t cuss in writing and have to come up with good words to express something instead.

Here we go then. The summary and first chapter of my new fanfiction “Secret Shadows”

Summary: What if the down-worlders ruled the world? What if the all powerful Fae, Vampires, Warlocks and Shifters made sure that the Half angel warriors, the Nephilim, were crushed and forgotten and relegated to myth by constantly hunting them down and killing them indiscriminately? In this world where most nephilim don’t know their true identities, there is a secret society of Warriors who still keep the knowledge of Angels alive and fights in secret, trying to keep their legacy alive.

In the town of Idris, somewhere in London, Clarissa Fairchild lives a sedate and mundane life with her proper law abiding parents, unaware of the fact that her strange but taboo fascination with the new history teacher Jace Herondale, is going to be her first step into a world she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams – a world of dangerous secrets, broken rules, unending war, mythical magic and all consuming love.

Rating: M ; AU

Do let me know if the idea holds intrigue and if you guys are interested in reading more of this story.

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Kulti: Book Review


Book Blurb: 

“Trust me, I’ve wanted to punch you in the face a time or five.”

When the man you worshipped as a kid becomes your coach, it’s supposed to be the greatest thing in the world. Keywords: supposed to.

It didn’t take a week for twenty-seven-year-old Sal Casillas to wonder what she’d seen in the international soccer icon—why she’d ever had his posters on her wall, or ever envisioned marrying him and having super-playing soccer babies.

Sal had long ago gotten over the worst non-break-up in the history of imaginary relationships with a man that hadn’t known she’d existed. So she isn’t prepared for this version of Reiner Kulti who shows up to her team’s season: a quiet, reclusive, shadow of the explosive, passionate man he’d once been.

Nothing could have prepared her for the man she got to know.

Or the murderous urges he brought out in her.

“Sal, please don’t make me visit you in jail. Orange isn’t your color.”

This was going to be the longest season of her life.

A seven year old football nut (I won’t call it soccer because I am not American and everybody other than Americans calls the sport football because foot meets ball is football) Sal sees the first match of a nineteen year old German footballer Reiner Kulti on TV, watches him score an impossible goal and take his team to victory, and she is hooked for life. Literally. To football and to Reiner Kulti.


Sal did what the best of us with a childhood obsession, that stretches into teenage, do. Covered her bedroom walls with Kulti’s posters, wrote him fan letters declaring she was his #1 fan, had an imaginary relationship with him and informed her parents that one day she, Salome Casillas, was going to marry Reiner Kulti. Sal dreamed of playing with Kulti one day, no matter how out of the world her dreams looked like. So with the single minded focus of a girl on a mission, she played football, put her heart, soul and life into it, till her dream took a life of it’s own.

Of course, while Sal was busy perfecting her game, Reiner Kulti rose as an international superstar and became a world renown celebrity. He married when Sal was seventeen and in anger, she tore down all his posters from her walls. Then Kulti got divorced (but the damage was already done for the passionate teenager in love/hate with him), won more world cups and player of tournaments, allegedly got injured and retired. All in the course of 20 years.

The story starts however, with an announcement of a new assistant coach for a twenty seven year old Sal’s WPL team- the Pipers. In a fun twist of fate, the new coach is none other than Reiner Kulti. But, and that was a big juicy but, Kulti is nothing like Sal and everyone knows and expects him to be. He is silent, distant and uninterested. Long past her childhood crush, the most aggravating thing for Sal now is, he does not even want to play football with any of them.

Thus starts ACT 2 of Sal and Kulti’s story (Kulti of course has no idea of Sal’s obsessive ACT 1).

Reiner Kulti is rude, infuriatingly taciturn and generally an asshole. Sal, when she can’t take it anymore, calls him out on it. The after effects are good and bad. Kulti starts paying attention to the team. Which is good. He takes a special interest in Sal. That starts the bad (initially at least). Because when Kulti starts really coaching, he is relentless.


He kept going. “Twenty-three, this.” “Twenty-three, that.” Twenty-three, twenty-three, twenty-three…

Shoot me in the face, twenty-three.

There wasn’t affection in his tone, much less pride.

Every single time I looked at him when he called my number, his face was set in a rough expression. Glowering. He was glowering at me.


But my favorite thing that came out of his mouth was “Is that how girls play soccer?”

Oh man.

I’d heard that one before. It still got me every time.

But if what he wanted, was for me and the team to show him just how girls played, he got his wish. We were all out for blood.


Tough love apart, over a period of time, Sal and Kulti form a tentative friendship when Kulti unexpectedly starts spending time outside practice with Sal, starting with Sal kicking a ball to Kulti and him kicking it to a goal (not) followed by a one on one match between the two when Kulti plays football for the first time in two years.

For all his standoffish rudeness, Reiner ‘the King’ Kulti is not as uninterested as he comes off to be. His interest in Sal’s career comes through in how he rips her a new one and threatens to bench her when she does not play as well as she can in a match. He protects her, even if no one sees it. He stands by her and through sheer stubbornness that rivals Sal, fights to be her friend even when she doesn’t want him (outwardly of course).


He might have started pulling on the shortest of short ends of his hair in what was a mix of annoyance and frustration. “Yes, goddamnit, get mad! If my coach had ever even hinted at taking me out of a game, I would have lost it. You’re the best player on the team—“

I’d swear on my life that my heart stopped beating. Had he just said what I think he said?

“You’re one of the best I’ve ever seen, period, man or woman. What kills me is that you are a complete fucking pushover who’s hung up on worthless words in front of a person that doesn’t matter.” His cheeks were flushed. “Grow some balls, Casillas. Fight me for this. Fight anyone that tries to take this away from you,”


The friendship becomes deeper. It thrives. Over the course of a season, Sal comes to know the real Reiner Kulti, not the superstar, not the celebrity. Sal pulls Kulti out of his iron barricades, inch by glacial inch. The silent German makes his way into Sal’s heart, inch by precious inch. Their relationship grows over sharing runs and workouts, sharing games, sharing ice packs and arnica oil, sharing meals. Oh and small rebellions against their PR department and team managers after pictures of them start appearing in the press and Sal is threatened that she’d be traded with another team if she doesn’t keep a low profile. But by then, Sal is fighting for this burgeoning but fragile bond too.


Best thing about the heroine, Salome Casillas doesn’t do anything by halves. When she breaks her walls for Kulti, down the walls go with aplomb. She realizes she never really stopped loving her idol ‘the King’ and now, he means much more to her than a distant dream.

And by the Gods Reiner Kulti doesn’t half ass stuff as well! He loves Sal back with an intensity that took my breath away. He is tenacious, protective, possessive, obnoxiously honest, devious, a little needy and amazing with Sal and her family.

Yep! I swooned. I fell in love with Kulti too. Who wouldn’t? Reiner Kulti has now joined the ranks of my best book boyfriends. With honors!


Things I loved about Mariana Zapata’s Kulti-

  1. Salome is the best kind of heroine- never quits, works harder than possible, fights with the bitchiest of them and still has honor. She is completely awesome. Reiner Kulti is pretty awesome too. Together they are a force to be reckoned with.
  2. This is the best slow burn romance I have read.
  3. Sal’s relationship with her family. Both her parents are involved and loving. Her dad is a drama queen but her best friend. Her mom wanted something other than football for Sal, but supports her nonetheless. Her older brother Eric, also a footballer, is protective as brother should be. There is even a pest of a younger teen sister. They all talk to each other, matter in each other’s life and are as close knit as they can be while living cities apart.
  4. The book beautifully pictures the lives of athletes, one who is a superstar in contrast to the one who is as good but not valued as much as the other one. The sacrifices they make, the discipline they self impose, the everyday pain and sweat of keeping their bodies in top form to keep up their relevance, even the early bed times and careful food selections, everything reads genuine and real.
  5. The humor. Sal’s inner voice is hilarious.
  6. All characters are well written, well fleshed out and fun to read.

Things I didn’t like about Mariana Zapata’s Kulti-

  1. Not a damn thing…

Angels of the Night and Day: Last Chapter + Epilogue

Oh Wow!

Ok. This is the first story I am finishing and it’s a feet for me. Angels of the Night and Day was my first foray into writing fiction (ok fanfiction but so what!) and it might be a blip on the radar for bigger things to come but it means something and I will be shameless and blow my own trumpet over it😀😀


Click on the link below to get to the last chapter – Alive and then use the next button for the Epilogue



Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Book Review


Book Blurb:

Around the world, black hand prints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.

In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low.

And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages – not all of them human – and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?



Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love.
                                                                                It did not end well.page_end

Such a beautiful book. This is how fantasy should be written. This is how fantasy should flow- like lyrics…

Right of the bat, I was immersed into Karou’s world, which is as colorful as her natural bright turquoise hair. She is an exceptionally gifted artist, living in Prague, and what she draws or paints breathes like it is alive. Damn, even I am writing like poetry now and that is the effect this book had on me.

Karou is raised by a set of mysterious, out of the world creatures she doesn’t fully understand, though they are the normal of her life – a horned half man she calls Brimstone, a half snake half woman Issa, and a few others. She straddles two worlds, the human one and the other one where her mysterious family belongs.

Karou runs errands for Brimstone in return for small wishes. And like all mature seventeen year olds, uses them for mature far reaching wishes like an itchy crotch for her douchy ex boyfriend. While he is in the middle of modelling. Nude. Surrounded by her entire art class. Or giving her ex boyfriend’s current girlfriend bushy eyebrows and so on and so forth…

Karou has a mostly normal familial relationship with Brimstone. Brimstone  is taciturn, strict and sometimes scary. But he cares for Karou in his own way. Even if we know early on that he is a demon, their conversations are pretty standard for a seventeen year old rebellious teen and their maybe parent figure.


“I don’t know many rules to live by,’ he’d said. ‘But here’s one. It’s simple. Don’t put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles–drug or tattoo–and…no inessential penises either.’

‘Inessential penises?’ Karou had repeated, delighted with the phrase in spite of her grief. ‘Is there any such thing as an essential one?’

‘When an essential one comes along, you’ll know,’ he’d replied.”page_end

But then Brimstone sends Karou on a dangerous quest in Marrakesh and the colorful story starts getting deep. There, Karou comes face to face with her past, her present and her likely future. She sees Akiva, she knows he is not human, she knows he is not even one of her friendly family demons, her body wants to get away from him. But Akiva sees Karou too, knows she is not human, knows she is not his kind either and his body doesn’t want to let her get away. So he follows her.page_end

“Until a few days ago, humans had been little more than legend to him, and now here he was in their world. It was like stepping into the pages of a book — a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos — and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seemed to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place was a story about her.”

“She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.”

“I came back to find you,” Akiva said. “I don’t know why. Karou. Karou. I don’t know why.” His voice was so faint she could barely hear him. “Just to find you and be in the world that you’re in…”


All is not unicorns and rainbows. War is brewing. And this war will expose all that was yet hidden from Karou’s mostly human eyes. A war that at once destroys her world and remakes it into something she couldn’t have lived without if she knew. There was so much story here. Intrigue and mystery and layer by layer the history of Akiva and Karou unfolds and enfolds.

A rather huge secret (and plot point) is revealed. (I won’t tell! Read the book for it.)

Sides are picked. The oldest foes come again at arms against each other. Questions are asked, such as does being born a monster makes you one or does choosing to fight a holy war and massacre hundreds make you an angel? What is evil and what is good and what makes us one or either? Is it our family? Our upbringing? Our choices? Or simply if we have wings or blue hair? If both light and dark are the two sides of the same coin then what gives one the right to vanquish the other?page_end

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? I’ve seen things, angel. There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don’t they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work! And the worst part is, it’s almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. Almost.” He gave Akiva a keen look.”But it can be done, if ever… if ever you decide to go looking for yours.”

“Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters.
But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.”page_end

The magic was in the story as well as in the writing. Sure it followed a lot of YA tropes like – Teenager without a stable family and into all kinds of nefarious activities but feels alone and not understood. Overtly good looking guys falling in love with the teenager left and right. One of the overtly good looking guy is an actual honest to god angel! (yes wings and all). Tortured hero with tortured past. A few surprises that I don’t want to reveal…

But the thing is, Daughter of Smoke and Bone was fresh and beautiful and funny and gut wrenching despite all of this. The author Laini Taylor has a definite gift with words. Lovely that this is just the first book of the series and I have more to go. homerdance

Amazing find this one!

Paradise by Judith McNaught: Book Review

Alright. Lets do this.


Book Blurb- Corporate raider Matthew Farrell had come a long way from the poor, scruffy kid of Indiana’s steel mills. A long way from the country club where, feeling like an outsider, he had dared to fall in love with a beautiful blonde named Meredith Bancroft, and known a once-in-a-lifetime passion and betrayal that sill haunted his memory… Now world leaders courted him, the media watched his every move, and he was ready to move in on the Bancroft empire.

A cool, poised executive in her family’s legendary department store chain, Meredith had once defied her father for the sexually magnetic, intense Matt Farrell — and their brief, ill=fated marriage was the disastrous outcome. Now, as the Bancroft firm is threatened by a hostile takeover, Meredith is forced to confront Matt. As tensions build between them, bittersweet memories rise to the surface, leaving them suspicious, restless, and uncertain. Will they be able to believe in each other — and grasp the tender miracle that is before them?

Paradise, by Judith McNaught, a writer I have recently come across and have come to love, is one read I knew was going to be special while I was just finishing the first chapter.

I was right.

What a read. All 709 epic pages of it.

First I’d like to commend the author for the way she wrote all the characters, main or otherwise. Both the hero and the heroine, Meredith and Matt, are perfectly in tune with their times, their circumstances and families. The way they meet and react to each other, reads like that was always bound to happen and couldn’t have been anyway else. In fact, when I realized Matt and Meredith were going be near each other for the first time in that snooty country club, I was like…


I actually took time to shut my kindle for a minute, giggle uncontrollably like an idiot and start up reading again with a dopy smile for the rest.

The writing is that good.

Second, oh how I loved the heroine. Meredith Bancroft is intelligent, self respecting, classy, has career aspirations and is as far from the vacuous/flighty/doormat heroine trend that has been going on for some time, as can be. Meredith is practical, thinks before she acts, and careful to the extreme. And yet she loves Matt impulsively, completely and passionately. When love deserts her, both from Matt and from her father who is her only remaining family, Meredith steps back, takes charge of her life and goes on to complete her business degree from Northwestern. Not only that, after all that happens to her, Meredith forgives and bravely forgets and graceful as ever, sincerely tries finding joy again.

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Which brings me to the third reason I can give this book a hundred stars- the handling of feminism and ideas of sex equality at home and at the work place in the seventies and eighties. Meredith’s ambitions of inheriting and subsequently running her family’s retail empire are a real driving force in her life for which she works hard. Hers is NOT some sort of pseudo-career that the writer just describes in the first chapter and then mentions only for the sake of wardrobe choices for her day, or to just lay groundwork for business trips that invariably result in dalliances with the hero. Her career and business and day to day work and strife are well written and integrated into the story and the build up of her character. I particularly liked the way her struggles with male chauvinism at the work place are written, without drama or trying to invoke pity. People, men, are sexist and do not want to bow to a female president. The female president, Meredith, fights and doesn’t take this sexism lying down. You can’t help rooting for this girl.

With each shitstorm Meredith braved, I put down the kindle, mentally cheered her being part of the female sisterhood, and resumed in fascination.

So when Matthew Farrell, the hero, actually treats her dreams and aspirations with respect, we get the seamless first step of a budding relationship that spans decades.

Matthew Farrell- the genius, ambitious, street smart, tenacious, outsider and nobody, who the ‘industrialist creme de la creme’ didn’t see coming and snubbed repeatedly. Matthew Farrell grew on me, little by little, chapter by chapter, with each adversity he faced down. He is the quintessential alpha male, without showing any traces of the currently trendy trop-y assholery/control-freakery/anti-feminist behavior. Rather, Matt is responsible, mature, adaptable and loyal. And Matt is passionate to the nth degree, passionate when he loved, passionate when he hated and passionate when he turned his mind into building his business empire.

Then there is the love story. Beautifully rich, poignant, filled with torment and tenderness alike. And oh the heartbreak of young love! I should mention here the few times I shut my kindle, bawled my heart out at the cruelty of fate and started up reading again, dreading what was going to happen to these two brave souls next.

The second chance angle made it better. The story grew as the characters grew. Matt and Meredith came to terms with themselves, their insecurities and needs, before they could be in a position to understand each other. Yes they had loved each other the first time around, but they didn’t exactly know what they were getting into. I loved that when the second chance came about, they tried behaving as mature adults (most of the time anyways), failed mostly because there is a fine line between love and hate, flew of the handle, but always always came back to each other and tried again because they were too stubborn to give up and too intelligent to not see what they could have.

Here’s my Matthew (tall, dark hair, grey eyes and handsome) and Meredith (blonde, graceful and beautiful with an old world charm)


Judith McNaught does romance books to perfection. It’s not that her characters are flawless rainbows of unicorn perfection. It is that her characters are sometimes flawed but always strong, sometimes insecure but beautiful nonetheless, willful but wise, ingenious and fun…and I could go on and on…As I read each subsequent book written by her, I am dreading the point in future when I’d have finished all of them and would have to find another author who compares to her in romance writing.

Maybe I’ll read all of them again.

Maybe I’ll find something else.

But Paradise (and the other McNaught books) are already winners of a lifetime for me. Thank you Ms McNaught for sharing your wonderful gift of writing with us readers.