Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Interview - Witch's Tale by Melanie Snow #paranormal #cozymystery


1. What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

I write daily and probably log in about thirty-five hours a week with all sorts of author tasks. I’m also a professional animal communicator and medium. I work with people all over the world helping them with their animals, supporting them on their pet loss grief journey, and increasing their understanding of the human-animal bond utilizing an insightful and intuitive tradition.

2. If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

A Woman who REALLY Ran with the Wolves

As a former wolf biologist, I spent hours tracking and studying the behavior and ecology of wild wolves. My adventures are countless and the wisdom I gain unsurmountable.

3. What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Being an indie author is not just about the writing. There is so much more—from hiring my editors, formatting my books, brainstorming with my cover designer, organizing the review teams, creating the social media graphics, marketing, advertising, etc. There is never a dull moment in the life of being an indie author. Yet, I would never change a thing.  

4. What is the best thing about being an author?

I would say…getting to know my characters. It’s so much fun to reveal their desires, needs, and wants. My conversations with them uncover secrets of all sorts—some enjoyable and some not-so-much. Yet, I respect their desire to have their voices heard. 

Also, as a professional animal communicator and medium spending time with the paranormal comes naturally to me so being an author gives me another outlet for this ability. When I write I go to my magical place where I learn new and exciting lessons from my characters. 

5. Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

Sy Montgomery. Her humble nature and passion for being a voice for the animals through writing is a mammoth inspiration.

6. What book changed your life?

Walking with the Great Apes by Sy Montgomery. I found scientific sisterhood with three remarkable women who helped changed the way people think about non-human animals. Sy highlights Jane Goodall, Dian Fossey, and Birute Galdikas, three of my heroes.

7. What were some of your favorite books growing up?

Agatha Christie and Edgar Allan Poe.

8. What books are currently in your to be read pile?

Herb Magic by Patti Wigington
Green Witchcraft by Paige Vanderbeck
Tarot: Mastering the Art of Intuitive Reading by Theresa Reed

9. Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

I prefer ebooks for fiction, print for non-fiction, and sometimes audio. I like audio when I am driving. If I listen at home I tend to get caught up in the meditative voice of the narrator and fall asleep.

10. If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Honestly, I am content with living in the ecosphere I created with my intuitive spirit team for my series, The Spellwood Witches. It is a place for animals to thrive, where magic is ultimately accepted, and things are done to make the world a better place. It’s a great place to hang out. Yes, there are challenges there but that makes life interesting. It would be pretty boring if there wasn’t some mischief and mayhem.


Witch’s Tail
The Spellwood Witches
Book One
Melanie Snow

Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery

Publisher: Spirit Paw Press, LLC
Date of Publication: September 8, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7324375-6-2
Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 46,311
Cover Artist: Molly Burton

Tagline: Her mentor died fighting to save an enchanted forest. Can she solve his murder before she’s bewitched?

Book Description:

Can she awaken her dormant powers and stop a desperate killer destroying the forest?

Sarah Spellwood feels she’s hit bottom. Divorced and jobless, she relocates to the enchanting village of Witchland intent on solving the murder of her late mentor. But as she pursues clues buried in the man’s fight to save the endangered forest-dwelling lynx, she makes an enemy of a ruthless land developer.

Encountering fairies in the woods, Sarah discovers she’s been repressing unique gifts passed down from her ancestor and founding witch, Lativia Spellwood. But though she can now hear her deceased friend’s dog speak, she isn’t sure her abilities are enough to expose the greed and corruption covering a killer’s lies.

Can Sarah work with the magical beings to bring a murderer to justice?

Witch’s Tail is the charming first book in the light-hearted The Spellwood Witches cozy mystery series. If you like paranormal puzzles, delightful canine companions, and environmental enlightenment, then you’ll love Melaine Snow’s wagging-ly fun whodunit.

Buy Witch’s Tail to set a snare for an assassin today!



Prologue
Lativia Spellwood sat on her ghostly throne of branches on the summit of Mount Katribus, with many other ghosts swarming around her reminiscing about life and drinking wine.
The ghosts of Witchland residents always came to this clearing after they died to stay near Lativia for guidance and to wait until they were ready to pass on to the afterlife. Lativia had been dead for hundreds of years but had still not passed on, for her work overlooking Witchland and its forest was not yet done. One day, it would be, and she was beginning to welcome that time, for she was growing very tired.
A tiny troop of Leekin faeries moved about the arms and legs of Lativia’s throne, placing flowers into the holes between the woven boughs. They did that every day, as a way to honor her as Queen of the Forest.
Lativia sipped from a goblet of ghost wine, enjoying the blue fire as it spread down her throat, engulfing her in tingly warmth. Being a ghost was always cold; the magic wine was one of the few momentary sources of warmth that she could cherish.
“What else do you need, my queen?” chirped one of the Leekins, buzzing on tiny brown wings before her nose.
Lativia smiled. “I think it’s time I checked on Sarah, don’t you agree?”
The Leekin nodded excitedly and flew off into the woods. A huge bunch of Leekins soon returned, flying in formation to carry the weight of a glowing crystal ball. They lowered it to Lativia’s lap, where it sank through the spectral outlines of her legs. Lativia could pass through things, and things could pass through her, for her physical body was long gone and all that remained was her powerful soul
Lativia smiled even more broadly and began to draw her transparent ghostly hands over the ball, summoning the blood bond she shared with her descendent, Sarah Spellwood.
Gradually, the fog inside the ball began to clear and an image of Sarah’s frizzy explosion of red curls filled it. Lativia drew back a few feet with her mind and saw Sarah was at a coffee shop ordering a vegan sandwich. Sarah’s love and respect for animals always made Lativia proud. She noticed there was a conspicuous pale and indented band of skin on Sarah’s ring finger where her huge diamond wedding ring had once been. “That no-good husband of hers is finally gone!” Lativia crowed with delight. But then she noticed that there were bags under Sarah’s eyes, the bags of someone who had been up all night crying. Sarah must be heartbroken, Lativia thought with a heavy heart.
           
The barista serving Sarah froze when she saw Sarah’s last name on the credit card receipt. “Um, are you related to . . . ?”
Sarah drearily raised her hand. “Yep, I’m descended from Lativa Spellwood.”
“That’s amazing! I mean, have you ever been to Witchland and looked at the Lativia memorabilia?” The barista’s pigtails wiggled with her excited body language, and Lativia felt a swell of pride that people still remembered and even revered her. It had been four centuries and she was still honored as the greatest witch of New England, the one who had turned into a wolf and fought her way free of her captors at the Salem Witch Trials!
“Yep,” Sarah said, her voice full of annoyance. It was clear she was ready to dash out of the coffee shop.
As good of a lawyer as Sarah was, Lativia noticed how awkward she was around most people, and how little she liked to disclose personal details, especially of her magical ancestry.
Sarah was a woman of facts and logic, which is why she fought the magical powers pulsing through her like a current, trying to pull her back to her destiny. Her resistance to her true self and her stubborn adherence to logical facts made her unpopular with many people. Lativia yearned to watch Sarah blossom into her beautiful potential.
“Don’t you see?” Lativia cried. “You are not meant to be in New York! You should be here, following your calling, completing my work as a witch! You’re not happy there!” But Sarah couldn’t hear these words.
“Yes, yes,” several Leekins agreed. A ghost who was standing near Lativia also nodded his head.
Sarah trudged out of the coffee shop, carrying her drink and the sandwich in a paper bag. A man in a trench coat bumped into her, and she hastily checked her pockets to ensure he had not pickpocketed anything. Then she continued on to her office, a massive steel gray prison with spikes in the window ledges to repel pigeons. There was no sign of life anywhere but for the scraggly maple planted out front of the building and a few waxy tropical plants blooming inside the lobby. Lativia groaned, feeling the despair and coldness of the place.
“It’s time for you to come here, to your destined home,” Lativia declared. “My Leekins have told me about the Hunter tracking lynx and the land surveyors, and I sense that there is about to be trouble in the forest.”
At the mention of the Hunter, the Leekins gathered around her throne began to turn blue and tremble in terror.
“I am not strong enough to fight these battles much longer, so I need you to come home, to come into your true self. Your marriage fell apart of its own accord, and I sense your job is about to unravel on its own, too. You can’t fight destiny,” Lativia said, giving the group of hovering Leekins their crystal ball back and shutting her eyes. “I could use magic to bring you to your destiny sooner, but it is evil to interfere with one’s life that way. I can only hope you don’t take much longer.”
She opened her eyes as the Leekins cried, “We need her!”

About the Author:

Melanie Snow is the pen name for Wendy Van de Poll, a bestselling author, pet loss grief coach, and animal medium. She is the author of The Spellwood Witches, a paranormal cozy mystery series.


Her books weave together positive magic, snarky forest faeries, and insightful animals with fun and eclectic humor. True life adventures and intuition are woven into her stories laced with unbridled imagination.

She has been followed by wild wolves in minus 60 degrees, hissed at by a mama bobcat, and played ball with a wild owl—among other animal encounters.

Find out more about her work:






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Monday, September 7, 2020

Interview - Jax by MLJ Quigg #authorinterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full time author?

I own and run a promotional products company. We can make swag items and t-shirts. Stuff like that. When I’m not doing that. I am a secretary and book-keeper for my husband’s Aircraft Engineering company.

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

There’s not enough time in the day… I think the title says it all. I am so busy, I never have time to do what I really like (writing full time), which is probably why my books are so far apart in releasing.

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

The time to sit down and write. 

- What is the best thing about being an author?

The feedback. I love it when a reader loves my books and lets me know. 

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

Yes. I’ve met Lila Rose, Leah Sharelle, Penny Dee, Alana Jade, Kat T Masen, KE Osborn. Oh my god, so many so far… Book signings are wonderful.

- What book changed your life?

I wouldn’t say one book alone has changed my life. I love all books.

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

Lord of the rings, The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Dear Hannah by Thomas Hauser (first book I remember reading)

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

None. I don’t have a TBR at all. I just wait and preorder my favourites and then the others I either buy straight up or KU

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

To read ebooks, all the way, then I can read as I go. The paperbacks are for show only. I haven’t even opened them.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?


Not sure… probably Harry Potter… it’d be cool to have magical powers. Maybe.

Jax
Knight Attack
Book One
MLJ Quigg

Genre: contemporary romance
Date of Publication: 2nd September 2020
Number of pages: 206
Word Count: 55668
Cover Artist: MLJ QUIGG

Book Description:

Rock royalty.

That’s what people call me.

But all it took was a single phone call to bring me to my knees.

Five years later, my life has changed irrevocably forever.

Though someone lurks in the shadows threatening to tear all that I love apart.

An obsession of the worst kind.

Can I keep the woman I love safe?

Or will everything burn to ash…


Excerpt:
“For curiosity’s sake, how did you get my number?”
“I got your number by pushing random numbers on my cell, and it rang. Thanks for answering and being so good about it. A family meeting sounds like a good idea. What’s your name?”
“My name is Layla. What’s yours?”
“Jaxson, but everyone calls me Jax.”
God, that voice, it was like butter. So seductive and smooth. Deep and gravelly but had that sexy rasp to it that musicians usually have. I could imagine the man behind the voice, and that made me tingle between my legs. Fuck! I needed to get laid if his voice alone was turning me on.
“What do you do, Jax?”
“I’m in a band.”
Okay, that was cool.
I wondered what Jax did in the band. Did he play the guitar? Play the drums. Or was he a singer? With that voice, my guess? He was a singer. How famous was he? Who knew.
“That’s amazing, Jax. What’s the band’s name?”
“Knight Attack.”
Hooolllyyy. Shit.
No fucking way.
This had to be a joke.
Knight Attack was massive.
They were the biggest breakout band in Australia, and they had only recently gone worldwide with great success. I used to listen to them in Australia, well, I still listened to them. Everyone knew back home that I was a massive fan of the group. This had to be a practical joke. My guess? My brother was behind it. Bobby would do anything to get me back home.
“Fuck off! No way! You are not Jax from Knight Attack. Who is this, really? Did my brother put you up to this? I bet it was Bobby. Tell that meddling brother of mine I am not falling for it, and I’ll come home when I’m good and ready. Jax from Knight Attack? Ha-ha, really, I wasn’t born yesterday,” I ranted.
Yeah, I was on a roll. My mum and brother, Bobby, had been hounding me to stop sulking and come back home. Like I wanted to be in a small country town in the middle of Australia where everyone knew everyone and what you ate for breakfast, especially after what had happened to me. The biggest humiliation of my life so far. No, thanks.
Jax interrupted my internal dialogue as he said, “Okay, I’ll prove it. Tomorrow morning, we are on Good Morning America at ten. I’ll say your name and dedicate a song to you. If you’re watching and believe me, ring me back on the number you now have on your phone. I gotta go, though. We’re about to go on.” Then he hung up.
He. Hung. Up.
What the fuck just happened?

About the Author:

Australian author MLJ Quigg – lives in NSW, Australia, with her husband, three adult children, and six cats—yes, you heard that right, six.

Growing up in a huge family of eight kids was always noisy and didn’t give her enough alone time to unwind.

Books have always given her an outlet from the craziness that is her life. Nothing is better than curling up with a good story to take her mind off her surroundings.
As a new author, she hopes you enjoy her stories and helps you get out of your world and into hers for a few hours.









Interview Marked Chaos by Niki Livingston #dystopian #fantasy #authorinterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full time author?

I am a Packaging & Supply Manager for a contract manufacturer. Sounds boring, but there is never a dull moment in that part of my world J I am sure I could weave some interesting stories from my work experiences.

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Marketing my books. I do it anyway, but I hate that it takes me away from my writing.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

The moment someone tells me they love my books. These book babies are my pride and joy. My imagination is my gift to the world, so when I receive the positive feedback, I feel like I have done a small part in providing happiness to others.

- Have you ever been starstruck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?

I have not met any of my favorite authors, but I am sure if I did, I would become awkwardly tongue-tied. I am definitely great at being awkward.

- What book changed your life?

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert

Since I watched Eat, Pray, Love many years ago, Elizabeth Gilbert has been a fascination to me and listening to the audiobook of Big Magic changed the way I view my own talents and creativity. I stopped being so hard on myself when I did not have the time to finish a project and I became more enthusiastic about the ones that streamed seamlessly through me as if I was being led by a greater force. Her advice is golden.

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

I was a big fan of Sweet Valley High, but when my mom brought me home a handful of the classics, I fell in love with The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. To this day, it is my favorite book.

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

That’s a super long list J Here are a few on the top.

*An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
*Slayer by Kierstin White
*The Tethered Mage by Melissa Caruso
*Freedom by Jim Proctor
*Crown of Dragons by Nina Walker
*Relentless by Karen Lynch

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

I definitely love printed books the most, but I am not too picky if I can be reading. For nonfiction I prefer audiobooks.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Honestly, I would want to live inside my Theia’s Moons series. I have always been fascinated by the vast universe and to have the chance to explore a new solar system, world, etc. would be a dream come true. And I really love those characters J


Marked Chaos
Chaos Awakened Saga
Book One
Niki Livingston

Genre: Dystopian Fantasy
Date of Publication: 8/11/20
ISBN: 978-1-952537-03-5
ASIN: B0865JQHW5
Number of pages: 366
Word Count: 72238
Cover Artist: Niki Ellis Designs

Tagline: Earth’s next level transformation requires their united energy

Book Description:

Three unlikely guardians have been chosen to breathe life back into Earth, but the prophecy is not welcomed by all the planet's inhabitants. 

Zoe Dawn’s headstrong tendencies has brought the wrath of the Doyen upon her. But another tribe has their eyes on her ignited fire and will stop at nothing to claim Zoe Dawn as their own. 

Alex has traveled a long way to find a safe place to survive, but her first mistake was returning to her hometown. Thousands of years and an entirely different dimension will not stop her enemies from pursuing her flood of abilities.  

Kia Lynn has been marked by the rune of protection, fracturing her elemental connection with the two other guardians. As her best friend is dragged away by a masked intruder, the rune activates and she is forced into a whirlwind of chaos that is filled with ghosts from her past.

Once these three are united, an unstoppable force could be invoked, but if they remain separated without completing their destinies, the portal for Earth's demise will open instead. 

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Bewitching Tour Excerpt

MARKED CHAOS – KIA LYNN

Papa and I lived on the edge of our village. He had moved us there after we lost Mama, for the peace and quiet. Rarely did someone intrude on our space, even after all these years. It was lonely at times, but I preferred it over Zoe Dawn’s noisy residence.
I glanced down the dirt path toward the other homes, noticing the structures through the branches of the trees and grateful I did not have to walk by anyone while I waited for my nerves to relax fully. I gritted my teeth as the buckets dug into my arm, reminding me to hurry.
The bend in the path came quickly, and I jogged up the slight incline that lead to the well. Zoe Dawn’s mum had told us that at one time, Mother Gaia’s people had water flowing right into their homes. What a bunch of lazy bones. I laughed at the idea of never having to make this trek again as I skipped right up to the edge of the stone well.
After dropping the two buckets next to the well, I turned the wheel that drew up the bucket of water. I whistled the song Mama used to sing to me, a funny tune that had been passed down from before the stars’ collision with Mother Gaia. She’d told me tales of a mystical and happy land, ruled by a talking mouse and all kinds of strange animals, creatures, and pirates, and she had promised that someday we would make the journey to find out if it still existed. What a foolish dream that had been.
I lugged the bucket from the well. My fingers stretched to grasp one of my metal pails, but a twig snapped behind me, sending my heartbeat into a frenzy. I froze, then snapped my hand back, dropping the water at my side as I spun around.
A hand pressed hard against my mouth, and I gasped when I was yanked backward into the canopy of the tree branches. The darkness within the thick of the foliage made it difficult for me to see which direction we were going.
I threw my elbow back, then my other, hitting both sides of my attacker. Their grip only tightened. My shrieks were muffled by a large hand, and dread wormed through my stomach when I realized this might be my end.
A surge of energy rushed through my veins. I kicked out, then dug my heels into the dirt, frantically trying to find some footing so I could flip to one side and twist out of their grasp. But they were moving too quickly, and my feet slipped out from underneath me. I opened my mouth to bite them, but they just pressed harder against my mouth. Blood pooled inside my cheeks from my teeth cutting into my lips.
Angry tears spilled down my face and I threw my elbows back again, one after another, begging to the Goddess that they would loosen their grip. All I needed was a split second. After several attempts to free myself, their arm snaked around my neck, squeezing my throat. Then the vice grip loosened and he cursed quietly, before flinging me to the ground.
The back of my head bounced against the dirt, and I squeaked out a scream, but his hand once again covered my mouth. He held me down with the weight of his body, and I stared into his gray eyes peering at me through the slits of his satchel mask. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in several deep breaths, then he drew a dagger from behind his back.
Another of my screams pressed against his hand, and I flailed my arms around, beating against his arms until he used his knees to hold them down. A gush of wind pushed him to the side, so he reached up with his other hand to hold his satchel in place.

“Listen,” he hissed at me, his accent unfamiliar to these parts of the black mountain lands. He leaned closer to my reddened face and pressed the tip of the knife to my throat. “I’m not here to kill you, but I will cut out your tongue if you do not shut your mouth.”

About the Author:

International Bestselling Author Niki Livingston writes tales of epic and dystopian fantasy worlds filled with magic, mysticism, and mystery.

When she's not busy writing enchanting stories of diverse women rising in their power and strength, she spends her time walking her rescue puppy, quieting her mind with meditation and yoga, diving into the newest books of Veronica Roth and Anne Bishop, and binge-watching Game of Thrones and The 100.







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Thursday, September 3, 2020

Interview After the Stars Appeared: A Lizard Queen Tale by H.L. Cherryholmes #authorinterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

I’m a full-time author.


- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

The insecurity. Every author I know or have read about goes through the “Imposter Syndrome” whenever they sit down to write. Most everyone has issues with self-esteem, but—oh boy—does it have hold of anyone who is in the arts.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Creating worlds and “seeing” my characters come to life.

- Have you ever been starstruck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

I tend not to want to meet anyone famous. I want to keep the illusion of who I think they are. That said, I did meet Anne Rice once and babbled fairly incoherently for a minute or two while she politely nodded.

- What book changed your life?

I imagine it was the first book I was able to read all by myself. From that moment on I learned that there are so many stories out there and I wanted to find them all.

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

Charlotte’s Web was my absolute favorite, also Agatha Christie novels, and books on mythology. In my teens I was really into books that had been made into movies, although I didn’t quite get that some of those books were written from the screenplay rather than the other way around.

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli

Home Before Dark by Riley Sager

A Stitch in Crime by Justin Robinson

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

Audiobooks are my least favorite only because I would rather hear the voice in my head reading it than someone else. As for the other two, either works for me. 

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Probably the world of the Harry Potter books but only if I could be a wizard because I’ve done the muggle thing.

After the Stars Appeared
A Lizard Queen Tale
H.L. Cherryholmes

Genre: Fantasy
Date of Publication: 8/10/20
ISBN: 8654919922
ASIN: B08D8KRBX5
Number of pages: 299
Word Count: 109,517

Cover Artist: Ryan Vale

Tagline: What if you knew the world surrounding you wasn’t the one you started out in?

Book Description:

Consumed by that question and feeling as though she’s lost part of herself, Uyazani despises this unfamiliar world. Glittering stars in the night sky are as abnormal to her as the pressing need to conceal her true origins.

Once a low-ranking soldier and now a special deputy for the Queen, she traverses the landscape in search of others who share her memory of a world past. When she locates one who seems to have discovered a possible way back, she grows fiercely determined to use his information to return to their world. But his mind is not what it once was, nor is Uyazani the only one who wants him to unlock the secret. She finds herself in a deadly tug of war with others who have darker intentions.

With time running out, she must either quickly unite his fractured memories to uncover the way home, or accept that the world she longs for will be forever out of reach.





Excerpt:

She pulled down the exaggerated point of her wimple to better shadow her face. Adding a veil had been an option, but doing so would indicate she belonged to a cryptic sect, and that would only bring about questions. She’d chosen a dark-brown, long jacket and tall black boots for the same reason she’d chosen not to attach a veil. Should she be noticed, she would look like any of the hundreds of proselytizers rampant here in the Lower. She’d counted on this when she’d first learned where he was, and so far, the disguise had worked. No one had given her a second glance. Not that anyone should, really, not this far south; but on the off chance someone here was from Queensperch in the Upper and had perhaps visited High Palace in any sort of capacity, it was best to remain inconspicuous. Although she planned to continue the ruse while speaking with the asylum holder, she was nevertheless prepared to reveal herself, should it come to that. It wouldn’t, though. The heavy purse thumping against her thigh, as she followed an asylum worker down the narrow corridor, would be enough of an introduction. She doubted she’d even need to make up a name for herself.
Left alone in the asylum holder’s cramped study, she took another look at the letter—not the one that had been sent to inform her of his presence here in the asylum, but the letter that he had sent to the palace librarian. Many of the words were smudged and had been long before she’d slipped it into her trouser pocket prior to leaving the Upper. Because of the smudges in the center crease she guessed the ink hadn’t quite dried when the page was folded and handed over to whomever would help to smuggle it out of a castle and into a palace. At the top of the parchment, however, one line stood out clearly:
When a world expands history swells
The rest of the sentence, as well as the rest of the letter, was impossible to see in the dimness, but she didn’t need to; she’d read it so many times that she was certain she could recite the missive from memory. This was the letter confirming the possibility—a very strong possibility—that she could return to where she belonged. She carefully refolded it and returned it to her pocket.
Gaslights flickering against the walls cast an unsettling glow that made it seem as if objects in the room moved ever so slightly when not looked at directly. She wondered if this was purposeful. The occupants of this place surely needed no help in being unsettled, so it had to be for visitors. Probably to get them to leave quickly. The asylum would need more than an onerous ambiance to deter her. She’d come a long way and had no intention of leaving without the one whom she’d come for. Sweat gathered at the bottom of her wimple.



About the Author:

H.L. Cherryholmes, author of The Lizard Queen series, A Slight Touch,  Come Back for Me, and The Reminisce was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico but has spent most of his life in California. He has a BFA from the University of New Mexico and a Master’s degree in Playwriting from the University of California, Los Angeles. Currently, he lives in Southern California with his husband, Ron Cogan.






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