Wednesday, November 30, 2016

BIRCHES

She jogged along the edge of the ravine until she reached the dirt-and-timber stairs leading to the spring. As she descended through the passageway between the walls of weeds, clouds snuffed out the moonlight.


Prascovia gripped the weatherworn pine railing and listened. The birches gossiped in whispers with the faint wind. Encouraged by darkness, the ferocious pests of her emotions bored holes in her composure. The idea of going home, curling under a thick blanket to block out sounds and lights and thoughts and fears was as tempting as a hot bowl of kasha on a rainy autumn day.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

NIGHT-SCENTED STOCK

The night rolled up her sleeves, ready for the bash. Darkness alighted on the front yard like an owl on a mouse, thick and final. Chris slowed on the brick-paved path, waiting for his eyes to make out the surroundings. A cacophony of frogs roared by the river. Clok-krrr. Clok-krrr. Clok-krrr.


The cooling air ran riot with an intoxicating scent. Along the concrete foundation, the plants Chris had thought were dying weeds perked up. A moth hovered above mauve petals. They glowed like tiny stars in the trickle of light from the curtained windows where Valya’s silhouette stood motionless in the middle of the veranda. 

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EGGS

“Prascovia sent me eggs,” Lydia announced with the solemnity of a mafia don who had just received a dead fish.

I peeked under the cloth. Two baking-powder-white eggs rested on a layer of straw—Prascovia’s favorites for spells. The old witch should know better than bestow pearls of her craft to a neighbor. My hour of quiet had expired.

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Monday, November 28, 2016

SANDBAR

The trail ran downhill, bringing Chris to a rickety wooden structure Valya had called a bridge. A number of its weary supporting pillars had collapsed into the river. They rested, stuck in muck, moss-covered above the surface and algae-wrapped below.

A bird screamed from the willow that leaned over the sandbar extending out from the bank. Another one screeched back.

Blop. By the time Chris turned his eyes to the water, he only saw an expanding circle of ripples. 

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Sunday, November 6, 2016

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: DANIELLE DEVOR


Book 2 in the fascinating series The Marker Chronicles!

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Sorrow's Edge (The Marker Chronicles, Book 2)

Uncovering the truth will take an exorcist.
Jimmy Holiday, defrocked priest turned exorcist, is trying to get his life in order. With his on-again off-again witchy girlfriend moving in, the spirit of the little girl from his last exorcism hanging around, and a secret organization of exorcists hounding him, Jimmy equals stressed.

When a stranger calls in the middle of the night asking for help with a possession, Jimmy is about to land in a mess of trouble. Especially since the man on the phone claims to have gotten his number from Jimmy’s old mentor. Too bad his mentor has been dead for years.

After a mysterious silver flask arrives at his doorstep, Jimmy is left with two options: either ignore the newest enigma the universe has tossed him, or listen to Lucy and travel to Arizona to solve the mystery before all hell breaks loose…again.


 

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Danielle DeVor


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Named one of the Examiner's 2014 Women in Horror: 93 Horror Authors you Need to Read Right Now, Danielle DeVor has been spinning the spider webs, or rather, the keyboard for more frights and oddities. She spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching "Salem's Lot" way too many times. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.  

1.     What was the most challenging thing about creating a character as complex as Jimmy Holiday?

Ironically, Jimmy is the least complicated thing about the Marker Chronicles. He is a combination of me and my father’s personalities. So, when I need to know how he would react, I just use my impulse. Everything else is hard.

2.     Who did you trust to read your very first story?

My mother and a teacher at school. All of my early writing was related to school work.

3.     Is there a fictional character who made you think, Gosh I wish I could meet this person in real life?

Definitely Lestat. He is my favorite fictional character.

4.     If you could bring a person from the past to our time and show him or her one modern invention, who would that person be and what would you choose to show?

Charles Darwin. I would show him a cell phone. I think the evolution of technology would fascinate him.

5.     One of the places I miss since I left the East Coast is Harpers Ferry. What are your favorite places in West Virginia?

Buckwheat Festival in Kingwood, WV. I had many years of fun and fresh cut French Fries there.
The Core Arboretum in Morgantown, WV. Truly beautiful display of tree types. Seeing all the colors in the fall is really lovely.


6.     What is the most mysterious place you’ve ever visited?

The East Oak Grove Cemetery in Morgantown, WV. It once had a coffin rise up out of the ground with a body inside completely preserved.

7.     If you were offered to witness a supernatural manifestation, travel back in time, or take a ride in a UFO, what would you choose?


Since I have already witnessed a supernatural manifestation (I really need to write down that story someday.), I would choose travelling back in time. It would be interesting to see England during Queen Victoria’s reign.



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Excerpt


I got the phone call at three. Just as Lucy said I would. I was really starting to hate the true “witching hour.” I needed sleep, dammit.
I let the phone ring a few times, hoping that whoever was on the other end would just hang up. I wasn’t that lucky. I dragged my tired-ass body up, grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and swiped the screen.
“Mr. Holiday?” the man asked when I grunted into the phone.
“You realize it’s 3:00 AM, right?” My head hit the pillow. I did not want to be doing this right now.
The man sighed. “It couldn’t be helped. We need you.”
I twitched. Who the hell was this guy anyway? Kind of presumptuous to call somebody at random this late at night when you’d never met the person on the other end. Apparently, manners weren’t his strong point.
I glanced around the room. The lamp in the corner was on. The light glowed just enough to keep my mind at ease. I’d gotten into the habit of sleeping with a light on ever since Sorrow’s Point. Yeah, it was irrational, but hey, I was trying to keep the beasties at bay. From the dim light, I could see Lucy sitting on the floor in front of the TV. I, just barely, made out the program through her. Her hair was as pale as usual and so blond it seemed almost white. She wore the same white nightgown she always did.
“How did you get my number?” I had to know. I mean, I doubted Will would suggest me to someone else. Things hadn’t exactly ended on a positive note.
“You came highly recommended.”
That was news to me. A very small group of people even knew I did something besides graphic design. “By who?”
“That’s not important right now. You’re needed. That’s what should matter.”
I sat up. Not important to him, maybe, but it sure as shit was important to me. I squeezed the phone so hard my knuckles began to ache. If I broke it, this asshole was going to owe me another phone. “Listen. I’m not about to traipse around and do whatever the hell it is you want me to when you won’t tell me who you are or who told you about me.”
“O’Malley said you’d be difficult.”
I froze. Father O’Malley had been the one who allowed me to see the church as a vocation when I was a kid. But there was one problem. He’d been dead since before I left the church. I didn’t care where he got the information. That was a low blow. I clenched my teeth.
“I’m going to hang up now. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call here again—”
“No, wait!”
The desperation in his voice was the only thing that kept me from hanging up the phone. “All right. I’m listening.”
“O’Malley told me about you in a dream. When I woke up, your phone number was scrawled on my hand.”
Yeah, I knew that kind of weird. I had firsthand experience with it. Having a dead person talk to him in a dream wasn’t that different from a disembodied soul speaking to me in a nightmare. Yeah, my life was really interesting. Though I’d never drawn on myself in my sleep. That was a new one. “Who is it who needs an exorcism?”
The guy hung up. I literally heard the phone hitting the cradle. Who used an old phone like that anymore? I almost threw my cell phone against the wall. I mean, what the hell? Wake me up in the middle of the night for what?
I scratched the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at Lucy. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
She stared at me and grinned. Her blue eyes almost sparkled. “I don’t have to.”
I shook my head. Of course a kid would think it great to not sleep. I, on the other hand needed my rest—strange phone calls or not. And if someone else called, I’d probably be facing a murder charge.
“Do you think Tabby will like me?” Lucy asked. She stayed dressed in this little white frilly nightgown. I wasn’t sure if it was her favorite or if there was something else at work keeping her dressed that way. When I’d done her exorcism, she sure wasn’t in frills.
Now that was the question, wasn’t it? I’d been toying with the idea of not telling Tabby about my ghostly child, but it appeared that was no longer an option. And with my luck, Tabby would eventually see her, freak out, and the whole thing would be blown out of proportion.
“I’m sure she will…” I hoped that was true. “After she gets used to the idea.”
Lucy stared at me for a bit. I could tell she wasn’t buying it. Best I start remembering there was more to her than to a regular six-year-old.
“It will all work out,” I told her. “Eventually.” Part of that was me trying to convince myself. There was only so much oddness a normal person could take, and I figured I was probably getting close to the threshold.
“Uh-huh,” Lucy said, back to watching the TV. How she could just sit in front of the TV for hours on end, I didn’t know. It was almost like she became somehow hypnotized by it.
I laid my head back on the pillow. Hopefully, I could go back to sleep. Hopefully, I could stop worrying about that odd phone call. Hopefully…who was I kidding? I was seriously screwed. Again.
 

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