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November 7, 2017
Character Spotlight- Gail Carr Johnson of Kindred- Birthrite Series II
Hello Lovelies, We have a real treat for you today. We get to meet Gail from Tiffany Apan's Kindred series.This series is Dark Fantasy/Historical-Supernatural/Gothic Horror and Romance. 
Gail Carr (or Gail Carr Johnson as she has become in Kindred, The Birthrite, #2) ) was born in Plains, New York in the summer of 1913 as the daughter of Alan Carr and Janina Carr (nee, Calabrese). Her father is of German/Scottish descent, and her mother Persian/Italian. Gail also has two older brothers, Lorenzo and Rory.Gail spent much of her childhood in the town of her birth, having grown up playing with her two best friends, Linda Parker and Dorothy Blake. Out of the three girls, Gail is the most outspoken. She is not one to shy away from discussing politics, subjects like women’s issues, and just simply stating her opinion, especially if it’s on a topic she feels strongly about. She is the polar opposite from the more soft and high maintenance Linda and while she does share more common ground with Dorothy when it comes to their interests and stances on certain topics, Gail’s personality opposes Dorothy’s more reserved one. Her favorite colors are red and merlot (much of her attire, makeup, and room décor reflects the more bold colors).
During her junior year of high school, Gail started going with one of her classmates, Reginald Johnson, a handsome young man who shares much of her interests and opinions. Because of this, the two are very compatible with one another.In Descent (The Birthrite, #1), Gail and Reginald seem to be the glue holding the group together whileeverything around them falls apart. They remain a source of solidarity until the very end, though shortly after the events of Descent, Reginald notices a change within the girl he loves. While he understands the reasons behind her shift in personality, he worries for her and worries for the future of their relationship, though that doesn’t stop him from proposing marriage on Valentine’s Day of 1932 (this happens in Made in Heaven: A Birthrite Series Short).In Kindred, Reginald and Gail try their best at settling into married life, even maintaining communication with Dorothy’s cousin, Cletus. But life experience and marriage can sometimes change things, and Gail continues to spiral into a state where she is not herself at all… Here is a taste from Kindred, so you can get to know Gail a bit better. INTERLUDEA CHILD’S NIGHTMAREOctober 25, 1831The boy stirred, still half asleep as faint whispers drifted close to where he lay. One of voice stood out among the rest, calling to him, drawing nearer until it was as loud as a clap of thunder. He awoke with a start, sitting up and staring into the inky black as the voices ceased. Taking in deep breaths, he felt the chill in the still quiet.When his eyes adjusted, he averted his gaze toward the floor. He knew what was downstairs and who was laid out in the parlor.Slowly, the boy climbed out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wood floor.Shivering, he considered lighting a candle. At least it would add a little cheer. But he recalled his parents saying something about the current shortage on rather expensive wax. Thus, he braved the darkness.
Drawing in a breath, he moved through the second floor of the house, feeling an outside force pulling him toward the stairs. He descended, continuing his steps until reaching the parlor. He approached the chaise on which his older brother was laid out.The boy’s vaporized breath was visible as he leaned over the young man’s corpse. As the child stared down at the dead twenty-one-year-old, the whispering started again. He turned around to see a shadow rise from the floor in a far corner of the room. The boy trembled as the dark mass increased in size.A rustling from behind broke his stare. Slowly, he turned to see his brother, rising to sit with eyes wide open.The boy was paralyzed with fright as the young man's head slowly turned to face him. The corpse pointed to the corner in the room from where the shadow was rising. Then the boy’s brother’s jaw dropped, letting out a horrifying, choked scream……The little boy sat bolt upright up in bed, frantically looking about the cold dark room. Letting out a shaking breath, he willed himself to remain calm. His thoughts immediately went to his brother, who was now at seminary. Bewilderment filled him as he wondered of the reasons for having such a terrifying dream. As far as he knew, his brother was not at all ill and was doing well in training for the priesthood. He was about to graduate, among the best in his class.The young one laid back down, but found it impossible to shake the remaining dread. For as long as the two were able to recall, he and his brother both experienced prophetic dreams. He hoped that this dream was merely symbolic of something other than the horror that it showed. Perhaps by joining the priesthood, his brother’s former self would symbolically “die” before being reborn once he was ordained.As the child tried to focus on keeping this in mind, a noise from behind made him freeze. His breath grew rapid as he tried moving, only to find his limbs stiff. Something was creeping up on him in the dark.The boy shut his eyes, praying for whatever it was to disappear. In the blackness of his tightly closed eyes, a landscape appeared before him, one engulfed in purple light. He also had a feeling of being pursued.Finally, the scene disappeared and his eyes opened. His body trembled as he looked around to see who (or what) was in the room with him.There was no one else.CHAPTER 4Pennsylvania Railroad Station inWilkes-Barre, PennsylvaniaJune 22, 1933Thursday Evening1The clock on top of a large, stone pillar just outside of the railroad station stated the time as five 'o' clock as the next train was pulling in. The locomotive came to a slow, grinding halt, waking Cletus from sleep.His vision was hazy as he glanced out the window, seeing parts of the town called Wilkes-Barre. He closed the thick copy of Les Miserables in his lap before rising to collect his small suitcase.As the other passengers filed off, the young man's attention was once again drawn toward the window. His eyes fell to a corner that was a short distance down from the train. He wrenched slightly, squinting when he saw a tall, dark figure that seemed to be staring at the train.(staring right at the window that Cletus’s seat was next to)Cletus’s blood froze as he could feel eyes boring into him. Disconcerting sensations crept out from his core and the figure seemed to go unnoticed by those passing it by on the sidewalk.The young man attempted to place the figure’s identity, fearing that perhaps this was Gavril, but his efforts were blocked by another vision of Plains. He had a sudden sensation of floating through the town. A blurred halo framed his vision of the Colonial and Victorian homes lining the street. We could easily drive out there...Such thoughts were seeping into every corner of his mind, beckoning, placing him into a more deeply lulled and hypnotized state…“Are you all right?”Like a splash of ice water, awareness hit him. The question that shook him from his trance was spoken by a rather pleasing voice.Cletus averted his gaze from the window to find a rather attractive young lady gazing at him. Her eyes reflected concern…and slight flirtatiousness. The remaining sunlight filtering in through the windows gave her light brown hair a lovely sheen, and her deep blue eyes were set off by the blouse she wore.Cletus inhaled. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired from traveling. Thanks." He motioned for her to go on ahead of him. When she did, he took another glance out the window, jolting slightly upon seeing that the figure was gone. After taking a second to collect himself, he started down the aisle after her.Upon reaching the door, the girl faced him again. "Can I ask where you're coming from?"His heart pounded. "Dayton, Ohio.""Oh, do you have family out here?""Uh, yeah. Friends, actually. And a distant cousin.""You're visiting."He nodded.Rather awkward silence passed between the two as they stepped onto the stone walkway. As new passengers boarded the train, he tried ignoring her sideways glances at him."My name is Christina," she offered. "I'm actually from Delaware, but I'm moving because of a new job. I was recently hired as a hospital receptionist. I'm not too terribly thrilled about leaving my family behind, but I suppose we should all be grateful for any employment these days.""Yeah, definitely.”"I do have to stay in town overnight," she continued (obviously not willing to allow them to go their separate ways), "and then I board a train to New York. Plains, to be exact."Cletus flinched upon hearing the town's name. A vision of the old Blake house on Muholland materialized before him, causing him to pause once more."Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, again returning him to the present."Oh, yeah...yeah. Just a bit of lag..."She smiled. "Well, I 'm famished. Train food isn't exactly what I would call appetizing. Or suitable for human consumption."He allowed her a slight grin. "You’re right about that."Her sapphire eyes reflected a sort of coyness. "I was planning on getting something to eat. I hear there are a few good diners in these parts."Cletus's stomach flipped as he regarded this young woman called Christina. While his ability to read people was not as strong as Dorothy's, he could easily see that this girl had hopes in him offering to come with her.His blood raced as he knew that if his buddies, Patrick, Rob, and Grant, were here, they would be urging him to accept her invitation, calling him crazy if he didn't. And if one thought on it, there was no reason for him not to. This young woman was attractive and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. I could invite her along with Reg, Gail, and I…or at least get the number to where she’s staying… But as it had been with other girls that briefly entered his life, he knew nothing would ever happen with Christina. Because Christina was not her.(It's a blessing and a curse)Finally, Cletus cleared his throat. "Well, good luck with everything. I'm sure you'll do well. My friends are waiting for me here so I gotta run and I have to make sure I phone my girlfriend before it gets too late. But it was nice meeting you, Christina."He turned away, never looking back as he felt her crestfallen gaze. He also tried shaking away the foolish feeling he had over the excuse of phoning a girlfriend that did not exist.Sure enough, not too far away, Reginald and Gail waited for him. Relief filled Cletus as he smiled and waved to his friends.Reginald grinned. "We were starting to wonder if you backed out."Cletus quickened his pace as he approached the couple and shook hands with Reginald. "Sorry. I dozed off on the train and it took me a little while to wake up.""Yeah, well we actually did see you get off but didn't want to interrupt." Reginald winked. "Looked like you were making a new friend."Cletus's eyes shifted nervously toward no place in particular. "Oh...that was nothing much. Just small talk." He anticipated telling them of the Gypsy girl at some point during this trip."Well in that case,” Gail said, “I can see even more family resemblance between you and Dorothy. I think you broke the poor girl's heart. How was the train ride?" She gave her girlfriend's cousin a brief hug."Long," Cletus replied. He parted from Gail and the three started toward the Johnsons' car. "Nothing but cows and fields as far as the eye could see."Reginald laughed. "How exciting. No wonder you fell asleep."“Yeah, not even Victor Hugo could keep me awake,” Cletus said grinning.“That’s pretty bad,” Gail said.Upon arriving at the car, Reginald opened the trunk for Cletus to set his suitcase and book in before going to get the passenger door for his wife.As Cletus settled into the back seat, and Reginald and Gail in the front, a brief moment of melancholy crept among the three. It was especially evident when Reginald glanced back at Cletus through the rearview mirror. There was something in the other young man's eyes, and that same energy radiated from Gail.In an instant, the moment was broken and Reginald started the car, pulling out of the station parking area and onto the road. The silence between the three was broken when the young man in the drivers’ seat asked, "How's life in Ohio?""Well, as I said in my last letter, I'm still working a lot," Cletus replied. "Trying to help mom and dad with expenses and such, along with saving up for my own car and place."Reginald sighed. "I completely understand. It took me a good year to save up for the vehicle I have now. By the way, we tried making the couch as comfortable as possible. You're absolutely sure you don't want our room? It's still up for grabs.""Oh, I'm positive. Thank you, though," Cletus replied. "The couch will be fine.""Well, if you change your mind, let us know. As of this moment, we can only afford a one-bedroom apartment. Hopefully that will change, but with the economy being the way it is, we can only play it by ear.""It gets especially interesting when our families come to visit," Gail added. "Someone always ends up on the floor.""Yeah, and that someone is me," Reginald said dryly. "Of course we allow anyone visiting use of our bedroom. Gail gets the couch and I'm on the luxuriously comfortable floor.""My man is a tough sheik," Gail said, leaning in to kiss her husband's cheek."And this tough sheik's back is always screaming at him the next morning," Reginald quipped.Gail's dark eyes regarded Reginald, as if to say, and you know I always take care of that later.Cletus watched the couple as images of the young Romany woman from his dreams entered. He thought of Christina back at the station, feeling guilt over dismissing her in such a way. He also nearly laughed out loud over telling her of a girlfriend that didn’t exist (at least not in the physical realm…). But leading her on wouldn't be right either. Somehow, some way soon, he and this Romani girl were supposed to meet. Just how, he was unsure, but eventually it would happen.Cletus's thoughts were interrupted when Gail turned around in her seat. "There are a couple more sights we'd like to show you while you're here," she said. "Also, we still attend Mass on Sundays if you would like to join us."Cletus raised his eyebrows. "We? You mean you're taking the plunge and joining the fold, Reg?"Reginald shrugged. "I'm considering it. Staying in touch with Father Louis has been a huge help, if you know what I mean."Cletus did know.In that moment, he saw Plains once again in his mind's eye. Visions of the library with the painted portrait of its founder, James Livingston, life-like and staring back at him. The scene shifted, and Cletus was shown his cousin's old, now vacant home before being taken to Gregory the Great Church. He could see Father Louis seated inside his chamber, reading over what appeared to be documents of great importance. Within seconds, the vision dissipated into the air and he could see Gail looking back at him, her brown eyes inquisitive.Cletus nodded as if to reassure her that all was well. Of course, the three knew better, and Cletus found the wistful expression in her eyes rather disconcerting. She seemed to force it away, allowing her old brazen self to return."On the way to Tahatan's," she said, "we pass though Elmhurst. There is a beautiful set of Gothic buildings inhabited by an order of monks. Maybe we can stop and have a look tomorrow."Cletus nodded. "I'd like that.""I do think the architecture would be of great interest to you," Reginald added. "But in the meantime, who wants to grab a bite to eat?""I wouldn't mind," Gail replied."Me neither, "Cletus said. "I could definitely go for a burger."Reginald grinned. "It's settled then."Within a few minutes, the car pulled up beside Mildred's Diner where they had eaten during Cletus's last visit.During their time inside the restaurant, the group discussed college, jobs, and other aspects of their lives not related to the events experienced two Novembers ago. All three chose to avoid what needed discussed in favor of a few sweet moments of normalcy.Normalcy that they knew would not last.2It was close to midnight when Reginald and Gail retreated to their bedroom, once more offering their guest accommodations better than the couch. As before, Cletus politely declined and proceeded to make himself comfortable.This isn't so bad, he thought, settling back and gazing toward the ceiling, recounting the evening’s events.It was a little after seven ‘o’ clock when the three left the diner and arrived at the Johnsons’ apartment. They stayed in the sitting area for about four hours more, conversing into the night, touching briefly on what would be discussed at Tahatan's, though underlying dread over delving back into the devastating events was ever present. Now alone in the dark, Cletus decided to not dwell on such things for at least that time. This included the mysterious figure from the railroad station (which he also refrained from telling his two friends…at least for now, he told himself).His eyes started adjusting and looked out to the moon hanging in the sky. He could hear noises on the street below and was reminded of how different this area was from his rural life in Ohio.His mind started wandering and his eyes grew heavy. Suddenly he was drifting over a large field where two little boys, one with dark hair and the other fair, played. He had seen these two children several times in recent years after falling into sleep. The boys were running around with a ball and oblivious to the hooded figure standing at the edge of a distant forest. Beside the cloaked individual was a young man dressed in the nineteenth century attire of a peasant or slave.As Cletus drew closer, he could see the young man's dark complexion and wavy black hair that reached the collar of his shirt. He felt a certain kinship, and - after getting close enough to see his features – knew who he was.Nicolae... Cletus could place some physical resemblance between the Romany slave and Dorothy's friend Jimmy.When he turned back toward the two little boys, they vanished before his eyes and the scene shifted from day into night. The field around him disappeared and Cletus found himself on a dark, deserted road. Up ahead was a sign. He ran toward it, the balmy wind blowing back his clothes and hair. His steps slowed as he felt the cold, rough pavement beneath his feet. The moon illuminated the street sign, seeming to specifically cast its glow for the young man to read the letters etched into the wood:Hunters HighwayAbove that sign, two connected arrows pointed in directions opposing one another. The top one read Stone Creek and the bottom, Pinewoods. Both towns where 25 miles from where he stood.He gasped at the familiarity of the town names and felt a draw toward the latter. But when his eyes snapped open, he was back on the couch in the apartment.He turned back over to face the window, and his insides jolted upon seeing a face appear just outside the glass pane. He sat up, only to have the shape vanish.Cletus tried forming a rational explanation for what he saw, but it was a futile attempt. Chills enveloped his body as he glanced about the dark room. Faint whispers seeped in through the walls. Frozen to where he sat, he tried making out what was being said, but the words proved inaudible.As his body gained mobility, he considered heading to Reginald and Gail's bedroom, but couldn't move quickly enough, as though he were fighting his way through quicksand.Eventually, the whispers faded out and the air was overtaken by the distant sounds of a piano playing a familiar piece by the composer DeBussy.The song to the moon...To his relief, Cletus's movement became more fluid and he was able to rise from the couch. He flinched when his foot touched an icy wood floor.His eyes darted about and breath hitched when he saw the property of the Fleming Orphanage surrounding him. The summer breeze turned into a crisp, autumn chill as the song flowed with the wind that carried it. Leaves fell from their branches, blanketing the ground, seeming to undulate with the notes being played.He was compelled toward the woods, feeling Dorothy's presence and the grave danger she was in by being here. Confused and disoriented, he looked around, calling out to her, but she was nowhere in sight.His voice was getting lost in the wind stirring up as it carried DeBussy's song. The woods and empty buildings of the former orphanage took on menacing shapes, as if they were alive and mocking him. Every fiber of his being wrenched when he heard a distant howling from somewhere in the woods. His breath grew rapid as his lungs took in the icy air. The song to the moon faded and the sound of someone humming another familiar tune took over. All the Pretty Little Horses...Cletus tried moving in the direction of the hill, knowing that it would take him away from the property, but the wind increased in strength and invisible arms seemed to hold him back. He heard the howling again, only this time, it was much closer, sounding unlike any animal he knew of. A foul stench started crawling out from the buildings as the windows radiated a deep red glow.(Like blood...)The glow pulsed, spreading throughout the property as the stench of death and decomposition engulfed him. His body stiffened upon hearing a bloodthirsty growl closing in behind him.He tried to run, but his feet were planted to the earth. He could sense it inching closer, crunching over the cold, drying leaves. The creature's rancid breath assaulted his nostrils before it let out a deafening roar. Then the creature pounced, pummeling the young man forward…3Friday morningJune 24...Cletus was jarred awake, relieved to find himself back in Reginald and Gail's sitting area as early dawn filtered in through the window. He sat up, glancing about his surroundings and seeing that he was on the floor with the blanket tangled around him. His temples throbbed as he looked back toward the couch. Rising to stand, he untangled the blanket.As he started toward the couch, he caught a glimpse at his feet, stopping short upon seeing traces of dirt caking his skin.Blood raced in his ears as he tried coming up with an explanation for why this would be. Maybe Gail isn't a very good housekeeper... But a look around the small apartment suggested otherwise.Cletus sat down, leaning back on the couch and running a hand through the dark strands of his hair. He attempted to decipher his dream, trying to hang onto the details, but most of it was fading from memory.Frustrated, he folded up the blanket and placed it neatly over the pillow resting against the arm of the couch. Then with a final glance at the morning sunrise, he forced himself toward the washroom.4Cold water rained from the shower head, fully waking him from remaining remnants of his troubled slumber. Trying to maintain a sense of calm, Cletus hurried to finish showering, shut off the water, and started drying off. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped over the tub rim and started to dress.While buttoning his shirt, he heard someone exit Reginald and Gail's bedroom. Intent on allowing the other two access to the washroom as soon as possible, he glanced in the mirror once more to check his appearance. A rather unnatural glint in the glass caused him to take a step backward. In an instant, the small flash disappeared.His heart pounded as he glanced around, trying to identify a possible light source. Chills rose on his arms upon the reminder of the room being windowless.In a flash, the Fleming Orphanage appeared before him, an image accompanied by a sensation of floating. He found himself moving passed the main building toward another on the property until going through a front entrance. He passed by what looked to be a large dining area before being taken up four sets of dark staircases. Finally, he reached the fourth floor, and continued down the corridor. When he came to a stop, he was in front of a room with a certain set of numbers nailed into the door.410...The sound of knocking wrenched him, and the interior of the orphanage disappeared."Cletus?" Reginald's voice spoke from the other side of the washroom door."Yeah..." Cletus whirled around, struggling to keep his voice steady."Everything all right in there?""Yeah…yeah, I'm on my way out."Drawing in a breath and steadying himself, Cletus opened the door to see the other young man standing in the small hallway, wearing a robe over his pajamas.“Sorry,” Cletus stammered.The left corner of Reginald's mouth quirked. "It's fine. I just didn't want to barge in. No need to make this visit awkward."Gail emerged from the bedroom, wearing a red satin robe and holding a towel. "Did you guys want me to start coffee before I hop in the shower?" she asked.Reginald kissed his wife's cheek. "I'll do that. You go ahead and get yourself ready."Her dark eyes held her husband's light ones for a moment. Cletus could see the love that the two had for one another and while he tried to not stare, he couldn't help noticing something that seemed to be brewing below the surface.Cletus looked away."Thank you, my love," Gail said, a hint of humor in her voice. She smiled at her friend’s cousin, moving passed him and retreating to the washroom.Once she was inside, Reginald motioned for Cletus to follow him to the small kitchen. The former started making coffee, filling the apartment with the liquid's aroma.Noticing that conflicted look once again in the light-haired man's eyes, Cletus blurted out, "Something eatin' you?"Reginald's eyes widened, blinking rapidly before his features relaxed."I'm sorry," Cletus stammered. "I shouldn't have said anything."Reginald held up a hand. "No, no, it's fine.""Well...can I ask what's wrong?"Reginald drew in a breath. "Actually, I probably should talk about it. I haven't discussed it with anyone and it is eating me up. I haven't even brought it up to Gail.” He paused. “Actually...that's not entirely true...we have discussed...""What?"Reginald paused, regarding the other young man for a moment before replying, "Having a baby.""Oh..."Reginald dropped his voice. "I want us to."Both young men were silent upon hearing the shower shut off."Really?" Cletus’s voice was just above a whisper. "Well that's wonderful." Reginald sighed and smiled slightly. The two young men remained silent as the washroom door opened. Gail's footsteps hurried toward the bedroom and the door shut.After being certain that she was out of earshot, Cletus asked, "What's the problem?"Reginald shifted, reflecting a sort of guilt. "Gail wants to wait a couple of years and I understand her reasons. She wants us to be in a better place financially. So far, we've been careful and always take necessary precautions to avoid..." He paused, the inner conflict increasing by the second. "She also wants more time using her aviators license...which, I admit, worries me.""I thought you were happy for her.""Oh I am, don't get me wrong. But that doesn't mean I don't have concerns. I mean, one small mishap and..." He swallowed, his eyes moving downward as his anguish over what could go wrong in a plane visibly heightened.As Cletus watched the other young man, an image of the Romany girl flashed through every part of his being before fading into one of Jimmy and Linda. Jimmy was still heavily scarred from his time in Hell but continuing to make progress in his long recovery. He was seated beside Linda, just outside of a large, elegant, though rustic, building. Her head rested on his shoulder and his arms embraced her as the couple watched a small, dark-haired little girl toddling around in front of them.As the image left, Cletus studied Reginald once more and said, "I'm sure you two will work something out."Reginald sighed. "I know. Compromise, right? It comes with being married. Besides, if this is the most conflict she and I have had so far, I guess things are pretty good."Cletus started to respond but stopped when he heard the bedroom door open. Seconds later, Gail entered the kitchen, dressed and made up.She sauntered up behind her husband and playfully smacked his behind. "Your turn, sweetheart."Reginald's troubled expression quickly transformed into a loving smile. "Thanks, baby." After one more sip of his coffee, he gave her temple a kiss. "When I'm done we can go to Mildred's and grab a bite. I know it ain't Chuck's but it's close enough."Gail reached for the empty cup Reginald had left for her on the counter and poured some coffee. "Hey I'm fine with not having to cook today." She took a sip and grinned. "No offense, Cletus."Cletus chuckled. "None taken. I like diner food once in a while.""Well, I won’t be long," Reginald said, and headed to the washroom, but not without regarding his wife once more.Gail's long lashes blinked rapidly over her dark eyes as she caught her husband's gaze. Once again, the mood seemed to take on a melancholy shift.Cletus watched the couple for another moment. As the washroom door shut behind Reginald, he turned to face the coffee pot, trying to push back the unexplained dread churning within.Hope you enjoyed this sneak peek. Do you want to learn more about The Birthrite Series? Visit Tiffany's website. Grab a copy ofDescent, and Kindred from Amazon today. 
Tiffany Apan is a singer/songwriter/actress/author of dark romantic fantasy fiction and award winning producer/writer. Learn more about all she has to offer at www.tiffanyapan.comAuthor photo is by Jessica SullivanUntil next time, Keep Reading!
Gail Carr (or Gail Carr Johnson as she has become in Kindred, The Birthrite, #2) ) was born in Plains, New York in the summer of 1913 as the daughter of Alan Carr and Janina Carr (nee, Calabrese). Her father is of German/Scottish descent, and her mother Persian/Italian. Gail also has two older brothers, Lorenzo and Rory.Gail spent much of her childhood in the town of her birth, having grown up playing with her two best friends, Linda Parker and Dorothy Blake. Out of the three girls, Gail is the most outspoken. She is not one to shy away from discussing politics, subjects like women’s issues, and just simply stating her opinion, especially if it’s on a topic she feels strongly about. She is the polar opposite from the more soft and high maintenance Linda and while she does share more common ground with Dorothy when it comes to their interests and stances on certain topics, Gail’s personality opposes Dorothy’s more reserved one. Her favorite colors are red and merlot (much of her attire, makeup, and room décor reflects the more bold colors).During her junior year of high school, Gail started going with one of her classmates, Reginald Johnson, a handsome young man who shares much of her interests and opinions. Because of this, the two are very compatible with one another.In Descent (The Birthrite, #1), Gail and Reginald seem to be the glue holding the group together whileeverything around them falls apart. They remain a source of solidarity until the very end, though shortly after the events of Descent, Reginald notices a change within the girl he loves. While he understands the reasons behind her shift in personality, he worries for her and worries for the future of their relationship, though that doesn’t stop him from proposing marriage on Valentine’s Day of 1932 (this happens in Made in Heaven: A Birthrite Series Short).In Kindred, Reginald and Gail try their best at settling into married life, even maintaining communication with Dorothy’s cousin, Cletus. But life experience and marriage can sometimes change things, and Gail continues to spiral into a state where she is not herself at all… Here is a taste from Kindred, so you can get to know Gail a bit better. INTERLUDEA CHILD’S NIGHTMAREOctober 25, 1831The boy stirred, still half asleep as faint whispers drifted close to where he lay. One of voice stood out among the rest, calling to him, drawing nearer until it was as loud as a clap of thunder. He awoke with a start, sitting up and staring into the inky black as the voices ceased. Taking in deep breaths, he felt the chill in the still quiet.When his eyes adjusted, he averted his gaze toward the floor. He knew what was downstairs and who was laid out in the parlor.Slowly, the boy climbed out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wood floor.Shivering, he considered lighting a candle. At least it would add a little cheer. But he recalled his parents saying something about the current shortage on rather expensive wax. Thus, he braved the darkness.Drawing in a breath, he moved through the second floor of the house, feeling an outside force pulling him toward the stairs. He descended, continuing his steps until reaching the parlor. He approached the chaise on which his older brother was laid out.The boy’s vaporized breath was visible as he leaned over the young man’s corpse. As the child stared down at the dead twenty-one-year-old, the whispering started again. He turned around to see a shadow rise from the floor in a far corner of the room. The boy trembled as the dark mass increased in size.A rustling from behind broke his stare. Slowly, he turned to see his brother, rising to sit with eyes wide open.The boy was paralyzed with fright as the young man's head slowly turned to face him. The corpse pointed to the corner in the room from where the shadow was rising. Then the boy’s brother’s jaw dropped, letting out a horrifying, choked scream……The little boy sat bolt upright up in bed, frantically looking about the cold dark room. Letting out a shaking breath, he willed himself to remain calm. His thoughts immediately went to his brother, who was now at seminary. Bewilderment filled him as he wondered of the reasons for having such a terrifying dream. As far as he knew, his brother was not at all ill and was doing well in training for the priesthood. He was about to graduate, among the best in his class.The young one laid back down, but found it impossible to shake the remaining dread. For as long as the two were able to recall, he and his brother both experienced prophetic dreams. He hoped that this dream was merely symbolic of something other than the horror that it showed. Perhaps by joining the priesthood, his brother’s former self would symbolically “die” before being reborn once he was ordained.As the child tried to focus on keeping this in mind, a noise from behind made him freeze. His breath grew rapid as he tried moving, only to find his limbs stiff. Something was creeping up on him in the dark.The boy shut his eyes, praying for whatever it was to disappear. In the blackness of his tightly closed eyes, a landscape appeared before him, one engulfed in purple light. He also had a feeling of being pursued.Finally, the scene disappeared and his eyes opened. His body trembled as he looked around to see who (or what) was in the room with him.There was no one else.CHAPTER 4Pennsylvania Railroad Station inWilkes-Barre, PennsylvaniaJune 22, 1933Thursday Evening1The clock on top of a large, stone pillar just outside of the railroad station stated the time as five 'o' clock as the next train was pulling in. The locomotive came to a slow, grinding halt, waking Cletus from sleep.His vision was hazy as he glanced out the window, seeing parts of the town called Wilkes-Barre. He closed the thick copy of Les Miserables in his lap before rising to collect his small suitcase.As the other passengers filed off, the young man's attention was once again drawn toward the window. His eyes fell to a corner that was a short distance down from the train. He wrenched slightly, squinting when he saw a tall, dark figure that seemed to be staring at the train.(staring right at the window that Cletus’s seat was next to)Cletus’s blood froze as he could feel eyes boring into him. Disconcerting sensations crept out from his core and the figure seemed to go unnoticed by those passing it by on the sidewalk.The young man attempted to place the figure’s identity, fearing that perhaps this was Gavril, but his efforts were blocked by another vision of Plains. He had a sudden sensation of floating through the town. A blurred halo framed his vision of the Colonial and Victorian homes lining the street. We could easily drive out there...Such thoughts were seeping into every corner of his mind, beckoning, placing him into a more deeply lulled and hypnotized state…“Are you all right?”Like a splash of ice water, awareness hit him. The question that shook him from his trance was spoken by a rather pleasing voice.Cletus averted his gaze from the window to find a rather attractive young lady gazing at him. Her eyes reflected concern…and slight flirtatiousness. The remaining sunlight filtering in through the windows gave her light brown hair a lovely sheen, and her deep blue eyes were set off by the blouse she wore.Cletus inhaled. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired from traveling. Thanks." He motioned for her to go on ahead of him. When she did, he took another glance out the window, jolting slightly upon seeing that the figure was gone. After taking a second to collect himself, he started down the aisle after her.Upon reaching the door, the girl faced him again. "Can I ask where you're coming from?"His heart pounded. "Dayton, Ohio.""Oh, do you have family out here?""Uh, yeah. Friends, actually. And a distant cousin.""You're visiting."He nodded.Rather awkward silence passed between the two as they stepped onto the stone walkway. As new passengers boarded the train, he tried ignoring her sideways glances at him."My name is Christina," she offered. "I'm actually from Delaware, but I'm moving because of a new job. I was recently hired as a hospital receptionist. I'm not too terribly thrilled about leaving my family behind, but I suppose we should all be grateful for any employment these days.""Yeah, definitely.”"I do have to stay in town overnight," she continued (obviously not willing to allow them to go their separate ways), "and then I board a train to New York. Plains, to be exact."Cletus flinched upon hearing the town's name. A vision of the old Blake house on Muholland materialized before him, causing him to pause once more."Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, again returning him to the present."Oh, yeah...yeah. Just a bit of lag..."She smiled. "Well, I 'm famished. Train food isn't exactly what I would call appetizing. Or suitable for human consumption."He allowed her a slight grin. "You’re right about that."Her sapphire eyes reflected a sort of coyness. "I was planning on getting something to eat. I hear there are a few good diners in these parts."Cletus's stomach flipped as he regarded this young woman called Christina. While his ability to read people was not as strong as Dorothy's, he could easily see that this girl had hopes in him offering to come with her.His blood raced as he knew that if his buddies, Patrick, Rob, and Grant, were here, they would be urging him to accept her invitation, calling him crazy if he didn't. And if one thought on it, there was no reason for him not to. This young woman was attractive and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. I could invite her along with Reg, Gail, and I…or at least get the number to where she’s staying… But as it had been with other girls that briefly entered his life, he knew nothing would ever happen with Christina. Because Christina was not her.(It's a blessing and a curse)Finally, Cletus cleared his throat. "Well, good luck with everything. I'm sure you'll do well. My friends are waiting for me here so I gotta run and I have to make sure I phone my girlfriend before it gets too late. But it was nice meeting you, Christina."He turned away, never looking back as he felt her crestfallen gaze. He also tried shaking away the foolish feeling he had over the excuse of phoning a girlfriend that did not exist.Sure enough, not too far away, Reginald and Gail waited for him. Relief filled Cletus as he smiled and waved to his friends.Reginald grinned. "We were starting to wonder if you backed out."Cletus quickened his pace as he approached the couple and shook hands with Reginald. "Sorry. I dozed off on the train and it took me a little while to wake up.""Yeah, well we actually did see you get off but didn't want to interrupt." Reginald winked. "Looked like you were making a new friend."Cletus's eyes shifted nervously toward no place in particular. "Oh...that was nothing much. Just small talk." He anticipated telling them of the Gypsy girl at some point during this trip."Well in that case,” Gail said, “I can see even more family resemblance between you and Dorothy. I think you broke the poor girl's heart. How was the train ride?" She gave her girlfriend's cousin a brief hug."Long," Cletus replied. He parted from Gail and the three started toward the Johnsons' car. "Nothing but cows and fields as far as the eye could see."Reginald laughed. "How exciting. No wonder you fell asleep."“Yeah, not even Victor Hugo could keep me awake,” Cletus said grinning.“That’s pretty bad,” Gail said.Upon arriving at the car, Reginald opened the trunk for Cletus to set his suitcase and book in before going to get the passenger door for his wife.As Cletus settled into the back seat, and Reginald and Gail in the front, a brief moment of melancholy crept among the three. It was especially evident when Reginald glanced back at Cletus through the rearview mirror. There was something in the other young man's eyes, and that same energy radiated from Gail.In an instant, the moment was broken and Reginald started the car, pulling out of the station parking area and onto the road. The silence between the three was broken when the young man in the drivers’ seat asked, "How's life in Ohio?""Well, as I said in my last letter, I'm still working a lot," Cletus replied. "Trying to help mom and dad with expenses and such, along with saving up for my own car and place."Reginald sighed. "I completely understand. It took me a good year to save up for the vehicle I have now. By the way, we tried making the couch as comfortable as possible. You're absolutely sure you don't want our room? It's still up for grabs.""Oh, I'm positive. Thank you, though," Cletus replied. "The couch will be fine.""Well, if you change your mind, let us know. As of this moment, we can only afford a one-bedroom apartment. Hopefully that will change, but with the economy being the way it is, we can only play it by ear.""It gets especially interesting when our families come to visit," Gail added. "Someone always ends up on the floor.""Yeah, and that someone is me," Reginald said dryly. "Of course we allow anyone visiting use of our bedroom. Gail gets the couch and I'm on the luxuriously comfortable floor.""My man is a tough sheik," Gail said, leaning in to kiss her husband's cheek."And this tough sheik's back is always screaming at him the next morning," Reginald quipped.Gail's dark eyes regarded Reginald, as if to say, and you know I always take care of that later.Cletus watched the couple as images of the young Romany woman from his dreams entered. He thought of Christina back at the station, feeling guilt over dismissing her in such a way. He also nearly laughed out loud over telling her of a girlfriend that didn’t exist (at least not in the physical realm…). But leading her on wouldn't be right either. Somehow, some way soon, he and this Romani girl were supposed to meet. Just how, he was unsure, but eventually it would happen.Cletus's thoughts were interrupted when Gail turned around in her seat. "There are a couple more sights we'd like to show you while you're here," she said. "Also, we still attend Mass on Sundays if you would like to join us."Cletus raised his eyebrows. "We? You mean you're taking the plunge and joining the fold, Reg?"Reginald shrugged. "I'm considering it. Staying in touch with Father Louis has been a huge help, if you know what I mean."Cletus did know.In that moment, he saw Plains once again in his mind's eye. Visions of the library with the painted portrait of its founder, James Livingston, life-like and staring back at him. The scene shifted, and Cletus was shown his cousin's old, now vacant home before being taken to Gregory the Great Church. He could see Father Louis seated inside his chamber, reading over what appeared to be documents of great importance. Within seconds, the vision dissipated into the air and he could see Gail looking back at him, her brown eyes inquisitive.Cletus nodded as if to reassure her that all was well. Of course, the three knew better, and Cletus found the wistful expression in her eyes rather disconcerting. She seemed to force it away, allowing her old brazen self to return."On the way to Tahatan's," she said, "we pass though Elmhurst. There is a beautiful set of Gothic buildings inhabited by an order of monks. Maybe we can stop and have a look tomorrow."Cletus nodded. "I'd like that.""I do think the architecture would be of great interest to you," Reginald added. "But in the meantime, who wants to grab a bite to eat?""I wouldn't mind," Gail replied."Me neither, "Cletus said. "I could definitely go for a burger."Reginald grinned. "It's settled then."Within a few minutes, the car pulled up beside Mildred's Diner where they had eaten during Cletus's last visit.During their time inside the restaurant, the group discussed college, jobs, and other aspects of their lives not related to the events experienced two Novembers ago. All three chose to avoid what needed discussed in favor of a few sweet moments of normalcy.Normalcy that they knew would not last.2It was close to midnight when Reginald and Gail retreated to their bedroom, once more offering their guest accommodations better than the couch. As before, Cletus politely declined and proceeded to make himself comfortable.This isn't so bad, he thought, settling back and gazing toward the ceiling, recounting the evening’s events.It was a little after seven ‘o’ clock when the three left the diner and arrived at the Johnsons’ apartment. They stayed in the sitting area for about four hours more, conversing into the night, touching briefly on what would be discussed at Tahatan's, though underlying dread over delving back into the devastating events was ever present. Now alone in the dark, Cletus decided to not dwell on such things for at least that time. This included the mysterious figure from the railroad station (which he also refrained from telling his two friends…at least for now, he told himself).His eyes started adjusting and looked out to the moon hanging in the sky. He could hear noises on the street below and was reminded of how different this area was from his rural life in Ohio.His mind started wandering and his eyes grew heavy. Suddenly he was drifting over a large field where two little boys, one with dark hair and the other fair, played. He had seen these two children several times in recent years after falling into sleep. The boys were running around with a ball and oblivious to the hooded figure standing at the edge of a distant forest. Beside the cloaked individual was a young man dressed in the nineteenth century attire of a peasant or slave.As Cletus drew closer, he could see the young man's dark complexion and wavy black hair that reached the collar of his shirt. He felt a certain kinship, and - after getting close enough to see his features – knew who he was.Nicolae... Cletus could place some physical resemblance between the Romany slave and Dorothy's friend Jimmy.When he turned back toward the two little boys, they vanished before his eyes and the scene shifted from day into night. The field around him disappeared and Cletus found himself on a dark, deserted road. Up ahead was a sign. He ran toward it, the balmy wind blowing back his clothes and hair. His steps slowed as he felt the cold, rough pavement beneath his feet. The moon illuminated the street sign, seeming to specifically cast its glow for the young man to read the letters etched into the wood:Hunters HighwayAbove that sign, two connected arrows pointed in directions opposing one another. The top one read Stone Creek and the bottom, Pinewoods. Both towns where 25 miles from where he stood.He gasped at the familiarity of the town names and felt a draw toward the latter. But when his eyes snapped open, he was back on the couch in the apartment.He turned back over to face the window, and his insides jolted upon seeing a face appear just outside the glass pane. He sat up, only to have the shape vanish.Cletus tried forming a rational explanation for what he saw, but it was a futile attempt. Chills enveloped his body as he glanced about the dark room. Faint whispers seeped in through the walls. Frozen to where he sat, he tried making out what was being said, but the words proved inaudible.As his body gained mobility, he considered heading to Reginald and Gail's bedroom, but couldn't move quickly enough, as though he were fighting his way through quicksand.Eventually, the whispers faded out and the air was overtaken by the distant sounds of a piano playing a familiar piece by the composer DeBussy.The song to the moon...To his relief, Cletus's movement became more fluid and he was able to rise from the couch. He flinched when his foot touched an icy wood floor.His eyes darted about and breath hitched when he saw the property of the Fleming Orphanage surrounding him. The summer breeze turned into a crisp, autumn chill as the song flowed with the wind that carried it. Leaves fell from their branches, blanketing the ground, seeming to undulate with the notes being played.He was compelled toward the woods, feeling Dorothy's presence and the grave danger she was in by being here. Confused and disoriented, he looked around, calling out to her, but she was nowhere in sight.His voice was getting lost in the wind stirring up as it carried DeBussy's song. The woods and empty buildings of the former orphanage took on menacing shapes, as if they were alive and mocking him. Every fiber of his being wrenched when he heard a distant howling from somewhere in the woods. His breath grew rapid as his lungs took in the icy air. The song to the moon faded and the sound of someone humming another familiar tune took over. All the Pretty Little Horses...Cletus tried moving in the direction of the hill, knowing that it would take him away from the property, but the wind increased in strength and invisible arms seemed to hold him back. He heard the howling again, only this time, it was much closer, sounding unlike any animal he knew of. A foul stench started crawling out from the buildings as the windows radiated a deep red glow.(Like blood...)The glow pulsed, spreading throughout the property as the stench of death and decomposition engulfed him. His body stiffened upon hearing a bloodthirsty growl closing in behind him.He tried to run, but his feet were planted to the earth. He could sense it inching closer, crunching over the cold, drying leaves. The creature's rancid breath assaulted his nostrils before it let out a deafening roar. Then the creature pounced, pummeling the young man forward…3Friday morningJune 24...Cletus was jarred awake, relieved to find himself back in Reginald and Gail's sitting area as early dawn filtered in through the window. He sat up, glancing about his surroundings and seeing that he was on the floor with the blanket tangled around him. His temples throbbed as he looked back toward the couch. Rising to stand, he untangled the blanket.As he started toward the couch, he caught a glimpse at his feet, stopping short upon seeing traces of dirt caking his skin.Blood raced in his ears as he tried coming up with an explanation for why this would be. Maybe Gail isn't a very good housekeeper... But a look around the small apartment suggested otherwise.Cletus sat down, leaning back on the couch and running a hand through the dark strands of his hair. He attempted to decipher his dream, trying to hang onto the details, but most of it was fading from memory.Frustrated, he folded up the blanket and placed it neatly over the pillow resting against the arm of the couch. Then with a final glance at the morning sunrise, he forced himself toward the washroom.4Cold water rained from the shower head, fully waking him from remaining remnants of his troubled slumber. Trying to maintain a sense of calm, Cletus hurried to finish showering, shut off the water, and started drying off. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped over the tub rim and started to dress.While buttoning his shirt, he heard someone exit Reginald and Gail's bedroom. Intent on allowing the other two access to the washroom as soon as possible, he glanced in the mirror once more to check his appearance. A rather unnatural glint in the glass caused him to take a step backward. In an instant, the small flash disappeared.His heart pounded as he glanced around, trying to identify a possible light source. Chills rose on his arms upon the reminder of the room being windowless.In a flash, the Fleming Orphanage appeared before him, an image accompanied by a sensation of floating. He found himself moving passed the main building toward another on the property until going through a front entrance. He passed by what looked to be a large dining area before being taken up four sets of dark staircases. Finally, he reached the fourth floor, and continued down the corridor. When he came to a stop, he was in front of a room with a certain set of numbers nailed into the door.410...The sound of knocking wrenched him, and the interior of the orphanage disappeared."Cletus?" Reginald's voice spoke from the other side of the washroom door."Yeah..." Cletus whirled around, struggling to keep his voice steady."Everything all right in there?""Yeah…yeah, I'm on my way out."Drawing in a breath and steadying himself, Cletus opened the door to see the other young man standing in the small hallway, wearing a robe over his pajamas.“Sorry,” Cletus stammered.The left corner of Reginald's mouth quirked. "It's fine. I just didn't want to barge in. No need to make this visit awkward."Gail emerged from the bedroom, wearing a red satin robe and holding a towel. "Did you guys want me to start coffee before I hop in the shower?" she asked.Reginald kissed his wife's cheek. "I'll do that. You go ahead and get yourself ready."Her dark eyes held her husband's light ones for a moment. Cletus could see the love that the two had for one another and while he tried to not stare, he couldn't help noticing something that seemed to be brewing below the surface.Cletus looked away."Thank you, my love," Gail said, a hint of humor in her voice. She smiled at her friend’s cousin, moving passed him and retreating to the washroom.Once she was inside, Reginald motioned for Cletus to follow him to the small kitchen. The former started making coffee, filling the apartment with the liquid's aroma.Noticing that conflicted look once again in the light-haired man's eyes, Cletus blurted out, "Something eatin' you?"Reginald's eyes widened, blinking rapidly before his features relaxed."I'm sorry," Cletus stammered. "I shouldn't have said anything."Reginald held up a hand. "No, no, it's fine.""Well...can I ask what's wrong?"Reginald drew in a breath. "Actually, I probably should talk about it. I haven't discussed it with anyone and it is eating me up. I haven't even brought it up to Gail.” He paused. “Actually...that's not entirely true...we have discussed...""What?"Reginald paused, regarding the other young man for a moment before replying, "Having a baby.""Oh..."Reginald dropped his voice. "I want us to."Both young men were silent upon hearing the shower shut off."Really?" Cletus’s voice was just above a whisper. "Well that's wonderful." Reginald sighed and smiled slightly. The two young men remained silent as the washroom door opened. Gail's footsteps hurried toward the bedroom and the door shut.After being certain that she was out of earshot, Cletus asked, "What's the problem?"Reginald shifted, reflecting a sort of guilt. "Gail wants to wait a couple of years and I understand her reasons. She wants us to be in a better place financially. So far, we've been careful and always take necessary precautions to avoid..." He paused, the inner conflict increasing by the second. "She also wants more time using her aviators license...which, I admit, worries me.""I thought you were happy for her.""Oh I am, don't get me wrong. But that doesn't mean I don't have concerns. I mean, one small mishap and..." He swallowed, his eyes moving downward as his anguish over what could go wrong in a plane visibly heightened.As Cletus watched the other young man, an image of the Romany girl flashed through every part of his being before fading into one of Jimmy and Linda. Jimmy was still heavily scarred from his time in Hell but continuing to make progress in his long recovery. He was seated beside Linda, just outside of a large, elegant, though rustic, building. Her head rested on his shoulder and his arms embraced her as the couple watched a small, dark-haired little girl toddling around in front of them.As the image left, Cletus studied Reginald once more and said, "I'm sure you two will work something out."Reginald sighed. "I know. Compromise, right? It comes with being married. Besides, if this is the most conflict she and I have had so far, I guess things are pretty good."Cletus started to respond but stopped when he heard the bedroom door open. Seconds later, Gail entered the kitchen, dressed and made up.She sauntered up behind her husband and playfully smacked his behind. "Your turn, sweetheart."Reginald's troubled expression quickly transformed into a loving smile. "Thanks, baby." After one more sip of his coffee, he gave her temple a kiss. "When I'm done we can go to Mildred's and grab a bite. I know it ain't Chuck's but it's close enough."Gail reached for the empty cup Reginald had left for her on the counter and poured some coffee. "Hey I'm fine with not having to cook today." She took a sip and grinned. "No offense, Cletus."Cletus chuckled. "None taken. I like diner food once in a while.""Well, I won’t be long," Reginald said, and headed to the washroom, but not without regarding his wife once more.Gail's long lashes blinked rapidly over her dark eyes as she caught her husband's gaze. Once again, the mood seemed to take on a melancholy shift.Cletus watched the couple for another moment. As the washroom door shut behind Reginald, he turned to face the coffee pot, trying to push back the unexplained dread churning within.Hope you enjoyed this sneak peek. Do you want to learn more about The Birthrite Series? Visit Tiffany's website. Grab a copy ofDescent, and Kindred from Amazon today. Tiffany Apan is a singer/songwriter/actress/author of dark romantic fantasy fiction and award winning producer/writer. Learn more about all she has to offer at www.tiffanyapan.comAuthor photo is by Jessica SullivanUntil next time, Keep Reading!
November 6, 2017
Meet the Author with Lucy Palmer
Hello Lovelies,We have a fun interview today with Lucy Palmer, an English writer and poet living in California. Her poetry has appeared in By&By Poetry, The Pickled Body, Unbroken, and others. Her flash fiction has appeared in The Radvocate and is forthcoming in the Cherry Tree Journal. She was nominated for Best Small Fictions 2017. Her story, Open Window, is featured in Mirrors & Thorns (See my review here) and man was it dark! I just knew I wanted to introduce you to this amazing woman. So let's get to it. 
Hello Lucy, welcome to An Angell's Life. Have a seat, no need to be nervous. Let's start off with an easy question. On a cold day: coffee, tea, cocoa or something a bit stronger, and why? Well, as a Brit, every day means tea with milk and sugar, generally in large quantities! If it were particularly cold, I may include an Irish whisky for its body-warming (and mind-rousing!) properties.Nice! Well played. If your story were made into a movie, who would you cast?
There are only two characters in my story—a husband and a wife. The husband is purer than pure—so pure, in fact, that he doesn’t have a shadow. That may be hard to cast, so perhaps I’d just go for someone that’s usually cast in the golden boy roles, such as Brad Pitt? The wife is much darker and more complex…I recently really enjoyed Winona Ryder in Stranger Things, and I think she’s be wonderful for the part!I LOVE Winona, especially in Stranger Things. I agree, she would be amazing. I don't think I've ever seen her and Brad on screen together before, so that would be very interesting. Where do you come up with your stories? I write very short fiction of under 1000 words, so I don’t bother with plotting and character development beforehand…I tend to just see where it goes. The stories are usually inspired by things I’ve heard…my latest story was inspired by my teenage son who told me he’d learned in science that human beings can’t really touch each other, as we all have an invisible force field round us. That made me incredibly sad, and hence a new story was born!Who is your favorite author? There are many authors I love, but Murakami, George Saunders (for his short stories), Ali Smith, Kirsty Logan and Rikki DuCornet currently top the list.I always find the "favorite author question" the hardest to answer as well, lol. Tell us something unique about you: I can play a duet on two recorders…one in my mouth and one in my nose. Yeah, talented lady! Haha.That is quite talented! Well, thanks so much for joining us today, Lucy. If you want to learn more about Lucy and her writing adventures, follow her at any of these places: WebsiteFacebookTwitter
This is just one of many very fun stops on the Mirrors & Thorns tour, so be sure to go check out some of the other author interviews, character spotlights, and author fun. Visit the Master tour list Here. Until next time, Keep Reading!
Hello Lucy, welcome to An Angell's Life. Have a seat, no need to be nervous. Let's start off with an easy question. On a cold day: coffee, tea, cocoa or something a bit stronger, and why? Well, as a Brit, every day means tea with milk and sugar, generally in large quantities! If it were particularly cold, I may include an Irish whisky for its body-warming (and mind-rousing!) properties.Nice! Well played. If your story were made into a movie, who would you cast?There are only two characters in my story—a husband and a wife. The husband is purer than pure—so pure, in fact, that he doesn’t have a shadow. That may be hard to cast, so perhaps I’d just go for someone that’s usually cast in the golden boy roles, such as Brad Pitt? The wife is much darker and more complex…I recently really enjoyed Winona Ryder in Stranger Things, and I think she’s be wonderful for the part!I LOVE Winona, especially in Stranger Things. I agree, she would be amazing. I don't think I've ever seen her and Brad on screen together before, so that would be very interesting. Where do you come up with your stories? I write very short fiction of under 1000 words, so I don’t bother with plotting and character development beforehand…I tend to just see where it goes. The stories are usually inspired by things I’ve heard…my latest story was inspired by my teenage son who told me he’d learned in science that human beings can’t really touch each other, as we all have an invisible force field round us. That made me incredibly sad, and hence a new story was born!Who is your favorite author? There are many authors I love, but Murakami, George Saunders (for his short stories), Ali Smith, Kirsty Logan and Rikki DuCornet currently top the list.I always find the "favorite author question" the hardest to answer as well, lol. Tell us something unique about you: I can play a duet on two recorders…one in my mouth and one in my nose. Yeah, talented lady! Haha.That is quite talented! Well, thanks so much for joining us today, Lucy. If you want to learn more about Lucy and her writing adventures, follow her at any of these places: WebsiteFacebookTwitterThis is just one of many very fun stops on the Mirrors & Thorns tour, so be sure to go check out some of the other author interviews, character spotlights, and author fun. Visit the Master tour list Here. Until next time, Keep Reading!
November 1, 2017
Book Review- The Colors We Render by Sam DeLoach
Genre: Poetry Collection/ Social commentarySynopsis: Stories-in-poetry forged by the socially conscious poet.The Colors We Render is a collection of stories-in-poetry created by a great American poet, inviting the reader into the mind of the characters each poem represents. Meet Marcus, a kid from the wrong side of town, Tommy who suffers from abuse, the Girl sold into slavery, the Young Pupil, and many more. Climb aboard the ship. Let’s set sail, together, on a voyage full of adventures found in many port of calls.My Take: Alright, so total confession, I helped to produce this book, but it didn't change the fact that I absolutely LOVED this poetry. Sam was also one of the poets involved in Ambrosia, which hit number 1 on Amazon. Sam's poetry is... deep, and inspiring. Some of it (as seems to always be the case with poetry) is absolutely heart rending. (Like his poem Mother. Dude, I bawled.) And others are really thought-provoking, like AKA Tommy Trigger. I think the thing that is so impressive about Sam's poetry is that he has the very unique ability to climb into the skin of people who are so very different from them, and write from their pain and their world view in such a brilliant and thought-provoking way. Normally, poetry is very telling of the writer, it is deeply personal. In Sam's collection, the only thing we know for certain is that he is very empathetic to other people's struggles, joys, motivations. I am honored to know Sam pretty well, despite only working together for about 6 months now, but I could not tell you with any certainty which poems are "about him". I can, with a fair amount of certainty, guess that the poem about the girl sold into sex slave trade by her parents probably is not about him, or that Trevor is probably not about him, But he tells these deeply personal stories in poems as if he were those people. It is truly beautiful. Also, I learned several new words reading his poetry, and you know that made this lexicomaniac very happy! If you are a fan of poetry that makes you think as well as making you feel, then grab The Colors We Render from Amazon today. Until next time, Keep Reading!
October 31, 2017
Teaser Tuesday- Malpherities from Konn Lavery's Mental Damnation
I have a delightful Halloween treat for you! Remember when we had Konn Lavery over for an interview? Well he is back to introduce us to one of his more delicious characters. With that, I will let him introduce you to:Malpherities, the ghostly companion of Krista.
Malpherities is a ghoul who crosses between the real world and in Krista’s dreams, in the realm known as Dreadweave Pass. He accompanies her throughout the novel Dream: Part 2 of Mental Damnation, informing her about the do’s and don’ts of the realm-crossing ‘gift’ as he refers to. He shrouds himself in mystery and leaves bitter remarks with everyone she encounters. He proves himself to be more of a nuisance than helpful.Despite his busyness of informing Krista of the horrors of Dreadweave Pass, today we are lucky enough to peg him down to share more about his personality, past and why he is so vague to Krista.Malpherities, thanks for taking the time to talk with us, care to tell us a bit about yourself?You caught me with a moment to spare, so let’s chat a bit before I have to return to Krista and her dilemmas at the High Barracks. I am a ghoul, a creature that is born from Death’s Vortex. I am able to enter and leave the afterlife as I please. I have explored many worlds in many realms throughout my lifetime.Death’s Vortex? That sounds dangerous, what is it?*chuckles* every mortal says a variation of that. It is an endless spiral of souls moving ever closer to the bliss of the universe.That’s rather vague... can you tell us more?
That is what it is, it is not my fault you cannot conceptualize it for what it is. What else can I say? Unless you experience the spiral, you do not truly know it for what it is.Alright, moving on, you mentioned you have explored many worlds and realms in your life, how have you been able to do this?Unlike mere mortals I have mastered the ability known as “realm-crossing”. Something that you can train your mind to do with enough practice. Chances are you have heard of meditation, it is very similar to this but you are able to project yourself into another existence with the raw ability of your will. Some mortals referred to this ability as astral projection. For me, it is a way of life, not merely a projection or something you experience in your sleep.That is amazing feat to accomplish, did it take you a long time to be able to do this?I’ve lived many lives with many different beings, this has been thanks to mastering the ability of realm-crossing where I can visit those that cannot be reached through the physical world, bound by distance. I have spent countless decades mastering this ability and have perfected it. Anywhere I wish to go, I can. Anyone I want to see, I will. I suppose I learned this ability while descending into the endless spiral that is Death’s Vortex. I had nothing else to do, so why not meditate on realm-crossing?On the note of realm crossing, why have you taken such an interest in Krista?The reptilian girl? She happens to hold the same gift, one that she denies, as do the humans in the High Barracks of Zingalg. I am simply here to guide her through the gift of realm crossing, she can cross into the afterlife by will once she knows how. Currently she does not appreciate her gift of crossing into the realm known as Dreadweave Pass. This isn’t something anyone can do, she should be embracing her ability to see what lies beyond death. That is why I have taken interest in her.Don’t you think that realm-crossing be rather frightening to a girl?Yes, it would be traumatizing for anyone who is not familiar with the process. That is why I am here to help guide her. Did I not explain this to you? She will deal with her emotions as she needs to and I will guide her to being self-aware of her realm-crossing abilities.
Self-Aware? She doesn’t know she can cross realms?I have told her she has this ability but she has not fully grasped this ability. This is a lot of back story that requires too much time for me to share with the likes of you. I’ll make it brief. Krista obtained her realm-crossing gift from a mark of a gatekeeper. Gatekeepers mark the innocent to cross realms and be brought to their master, the Weaver. He claims he needs the blood of the innocent for a ritual that will break the prison that restrains him. This would kill Krista in the process, hence why here I am trying to help her understand the seriousness of her situation.So you care about Krista’s wellbeing, why? Do you to have a past together?No, we do not. I’ve been along for far longer than you and have seen the agendas at play in the afterlife with the Heavenly Kingdoms and Hell. Krista is being sucked into something she doesn’t understand, her realm-crossing gift is merely scraping the surface of what she has to deal with. I am merely dealing with the collateral damage of the Weaver and the gods’ ill foresight of their choices.Gods’ ill foresight, the Weaver’s damage, wait what?Look, our chat has been a relief from my current affairs with Krista but I must go now. I can sense her wakening from her sleep and I must confront her before she gets herself involved with too many of the unnecessary affairs of the High Barracks of Zingalg. Goodbye.It would seem that is all we have to share with you today from Malpherities. If you want to find out more from the ghoul or to learn of Krista’s gift, visit the Mental Damnation website to order the second book, Dream or the first book, Reality of the series.Until next time, Keep Reading!
Malpherities is a ghoul who crosses between the real world and in Krista’s dreams, in the realm known as Dreadweave Pass. He accompanies her throughout the novel Dream: Part 2 of Mental Damnation, informing her about the do’s and don’ts of the realm-crossing ‘gift’ as he refers to. He shrouds himself in mystery and leaves bitter remarks with everyone she encounters. He proves himself to be more of a nuisance than helpful.Despite his busyness of informing Krista of the horrors of Dreadweave Pass, today we are lucky enough to peg him down to share more about his personality, past and why he is so vague to Krista.Malpherities, thanks for taking the time to talk with us, care to tell us a bit about yourself?You caught me with a moment to spare, so let’s chat a bit before I have to return to Krista and her dilemmas at the High Barracks. I am a ghoul, a creature that is born from Death’s Vortex. I am able to enter and leave the afterlife as I please. I have explored many worlds in many realms throughout my lifetime.Death’s Vortex? That sounds dangerous, what is it?*chuckles* every mortal says a variation of that. It is an endless spiral of souls moving ever closer to the bliss of the universe.That’s rather vague... can you tell us more?That is what it is, it is not my fault you cannot conceptualize it for what it is. What else can I say? Unless you experience the spiral, you do not truly know it for what it is.Alright, moving on, you mentioned you have explored many worlds and realms in your life, how have you been able to do this?Unlike mere mortals I have mastered the ability known as “realm-crossing”. Something that you can train your mind to do with enough practice. Chances are you have heard of meditation, it is very similar to this but you are able to project yourself into another existence with the raw ability of your will. Some mortals referred to this ability as astral projection. For me, it is a way of life, not merely a projection or something you experience in your sleep.That is amazing feat to accomplish, did it take you a long time to be able to do this?I’ve lived many lives with many different beings, this has been thanks to mastering the ability of realm-crossing where I can visit those that cannot be reached through the physical world, bound by distance. I have spent countless decades mastering this ability and have perfected it. Anywhere I wish to go, I can. Anyone I want to see, I will. I suppose I learned this ability while descending into the endless spiral that is Death’s Vortex. I had nothing else to do, so why not meditate on realm-crossing?On the note of realm crossing, why have you taken such an interest in Krista?The reptilian girl? She happens to hold the same gift, one that she denies, as do the humans in the High Barracks of Zingalg. I am simply here to guide her through the gift of realm crossing, she can cross into the afterlife by will once she knows how. Currently she does not appreciate her gift of crossing into the realm known as Dreadweave Pass. This isn’t something anyone can do, she should be embracing her ability to see what lies beyond death. That is why I have taken interest in her.Don’t you think that realm-crossing be rather frightening to a girl?Yes, it would be traumatizing for anyone who is not familiar with the process. That is why I am here to help guide her. Did I not explain this to you? She will deal with her emotions as she needs to and I will guide her to being self-aware of her realm-crossing abilities.Self-Aware? She doesn’t know she can cross realms?I have told her she has this ability but she has not fully grasped this ability. This is a lot of back story that requires too much time for me to share with the likes of you. I’ll make it brief. Krista obtained her realm-crossing gift from a mark of a gatekeeper. Gatekeepers mark the innocent to cross realms and be brought to their master, the Weaver. He claims he needs the blood of the innocent for a ritual that will break the prison that restrains him. This would kill Krista in the process, hence why here I am trying to help her understand the seriousness of her situation.So you care about Krista’s wellbeing, why? Do you to have a past together?No, we do not. I’ve been along for far longer than you and have seen the agendas at play in the afterlife with the Heavenly Kingdoms and Hell. Krista is being sucked into something she doesn’t understand, her realm-crossing gift is merely scraping the surface of what she has to deal with. I am merely dealing with the collateral damage of the Weaver and the gods’ ill foresight of their choices.Gods’ ill foresight, the Weaver’s damage, wait what?Look, our chat has been a relief from my current affairs with Krista but I must go now. I can sense her wakening from her sleep and I must confront her before she gets herself involved with too many of the unnecessary affairs of the High Barracks of Zingalg. Goodbye.It would seem that is all we have to share with you today from Malpherities. If you want to find out more from the ghoul or to learn of Krista’s gift, visit the Mental Damnation website to order the second book, Dream or the first book, Reality of the series.Until next time, Keep Reading!
October 30, 2017
Meet the Author with Sondra Hicks
Hello lovelies, I am pleased to introduce you to one of the lovely authors I met during the 30 days, 30 authors event I did in September. Sondra Hicks was such a pleasure to work with and I knew you just needed to get to know her better too. Sondra Hicks is in her 30s, a mother of 4 wonderful children. She is an Independent Author of The Edge of Night Trilogy (Vampires), The Kloe & Gavin Adventures (Vampires, Werewolves and other Creatures) which she love to write.
Most would find her inviting, happy, and social. She loves to make people smile and even laugh. She was born in Portland, Oregon to two great parents. She lost her father over two years ago to COPD and she has been trying to kick the habit of smoking so she won't follow in his footsteps. She grew up in Reno, Nevada. She tends to be online a lot and has her own Facebook Author page where she talks to her readers who enjoy her books, as well as a group called The Kloe & Gavin Adventures. She always enjoys communicating with readers and hearing what they have to say. She thinks communicating is key in any situation.She has been known to dabble in different genres of writing such as Fantasy, Paranormal Thrillers, Fiction, Jokes, Poetry and soon sci-fi. Honestly, she doesn't limit herself to one category of writing because she loves to branch out and poke her toes in the water of other genres. She hopes others enjoy her books as much as she did writing them. She currently has a German Shepard named Clara and two cats named Wil.e & Sebastian. Sondra Hicks is currently living in Olympia, WashingtonLet's get to the interview! Hello Sondra, welcome to An Angell's Life. How are you?I am doing great thank you for asking.What is the current book you are promoting?Currently my latest release is The Kloe & Gavin Adventures: London MoonWho is your favorite character in your book and why?I have to admit I am partial to Team Kloe. She has many of my own traits like her heart leading her into trouble, kind, doesn’t like to hurt other people, she stands up for herself and she loves deeply. Most of all she protects her friends and family. She is also loyal to the core.Kloe sounds awesome! Who is your least favorite character and why?Well there are a few mostly I think it’s anyone who treated Kloe or Gavin with disrespect or intent to harm. Now if we were looking at num nuts then Peter would get the prize.Num-nuts. Love it! What inspired this book?I wrote Paris Moon before it and London Moon seemed logical since in Paris Moon Gavin mentioned he liked London.That does seem logical. Love it when a book plays out so nicely. If you could have your book made into a movie, who would you want to direct it?
Honestly, I think I would want the directors from The Vampire Diaries & The Originals on board. They made that series amazing and I think they could do amazing things with my series whether it be a movie or two or even a TV series.They did do a great job. Good choice. If your book were made into a movie, who would you cast?I guess this is where I am different from some people. I don’t need huge names I just need eager talent that look the part and got the right acting chops. I mean who knows your movie could make the beginning of their career.And that they have good chemistry, am I right? What is your next project?I am working on The Kloe & Gavin Adventures: Family Moon. I am about half through it I think. You never know when you are writing where you are at. All I know is I am having fun writing it.What is one place you would like to visit and why?I would love to visit Paris or London actually. Probably more so Paris if it's for research for the series. Those two locations have always been on my wish list so it's no surprise I write about them. They have always held a certain fascination for me. London started with Torchwood and the Doctor Who television series. I fell in love with the sights and Paris well who wouldn’t fall in love with those amazing places.Who is your favorite fictional character and why?Actually my first favorite was before Kloe Rice it was her adopted mother Jessica Rice. I adored writing about her. The journey’s I had with her and her attitude towards her Jonathan was funny. I see some of her in Kloe and some of me in Jessica.What one person from history would you like to meet and why?I’ve never been a fan of history honestly but I guess Shakespeare would be interesting but the language would be a barrier a bit. He wrote some of the most famous plays and would love to know his thought process and about his play that never was published or performed. We have so many freedoms now compared to his time period. It would be interesting to compare and contrast things.If there was one thing you could do to change the world, what would it be?
There are many things in the world that need fixing but if there was thing I had the power to fix it would be the ozone layer with the global warming so we could maybe have more time on this earth for future generations.How do you write your books?I actually just sit down and start writing. I let the characters tell me their story and if there is a huge event then I sit down and break it up into a list and work through it but otherwise I fly by the seat of my pants.Who inspires your writing?Well when I was young I was inspired by R.L. Stine (Fear Street), Christopher Pike and now that I am older its many indie authorsWhere do you come up with your stories?Sometimes my readers ask me to write about certain things and sometimes I just get random ideas. Sometimes I have read so many stories I look at what those stories left out and think that’s what I want to write about.Who is your favorite author?I have many actually some paranormal, urban fantasy and some well erotica. Alana Sapphire, R.L. Stine, Christopher Pike, John Patrick Kennedy, Amy Cecil, and so many others.What is one great lesson you have learned as a writer?Show don’t tell, so many have said this important and others have said its not but I find it is. I know you said one but another great one is research, research, research. I read other books and take in how they write using show don’t tell and it is amazing how this improves your writing.What is one thing you hate about being a writer?
The only thing that bugs me is when your lying in bed all comfy at night and almost asleep and out of nowhere you get an idea or several for your book and there’s no notebook next to your bed and you have to get up to go write them down and then you cant get back to sleep and end up being up all night.If you could never write again, what would you do?I guess I would continue reading and beta readingTell us something unique about you:I have a huge love for Doctor Who and accents.What is your favorite word?Favorite word wow umm I guess it would be “love” because it’s a greeting, a form of affection, and a way to describe something you like.That is a great word. Well, thanks so much for joining us and sharing a bit about yourself. If you would like to learn more about Sondra and her books, follow her on Amazon. Until next time, Keep Reading!
Most would find her inviting, happy, and social. She loves to make people smile and even laugh. She was born in Portland, Oregon to two great parents. She lost her father over two years ago to COPD and she has been trying to kick the habit of smoking so she won't follow in his footsteps. She grew up in Reno, Nevada. She tends to be online a lot and has her own Facebook Author page where she talks to her readers who enjoy her books, as well as a group called The Kloe & Gavin Adventures. She always enjoys communicating with readers and hearing what they have to say. She thinks communicating is key in any situation.She has been known to dabble in different genres of writing such as Fantasy, Paranormal Thrillers, Fiction, Jokes, Poetry and soon sci-fi. Honestly, she doesn't limit herself to one category of writing because she loves to branch out and poke her toes in the water of other genres. She hopes others enjoy her books as much as she did writing them. She currently has a German Shepard named Clara and two cats named Wil.e & Sebastian. Sondra Hicks is currently living in Olympia, WashingtonLet's get to the interview! Hello Sondra, welcome to An Angell's Life. How are you?I am doing great thank you for asking.What is the current book you are promoting?Currently my latest release is The Kloe & Gavin Adventures: London MoonWho is your favorite character in your book and why?I have to admit I am partial to Team Kloe. She has many of my own traits like her heart leading her into trouble, kind, doesn’t like to hurt other people, she stands up for herself and she loves deeply. Most of all she protects her friends and family. She is also loyal to the core.Kloe sounds awesome! Who is your least favorite character and why?Well there are a few mostly I think it’s anyone who treated Kloe or Gavin with disrespect or intent to harm. Now if we were looking at num nuts then Peter would get the prize.Num-nuts. Love it! What inspired this book?I wrote Paris Moon before it and London Moon seemed logical since in Paris Moon Gavin mentioned he liked London.That does seem logical. Love it when a book plays out so nicely. If you could have your book made into a movie, who would you want to direct it?Honestly, I think I would want the directors from The Vampire Diaries & The Originals on board. They made that series amazing and I think they could do amazing things with my series whether it be a movie or two or even a TV series.They did do a great job. Good choice. If your book were made into a movie, who would you cast?I guess this is where I am different from some people. I don’t need huge names I just need eager talent that look the part and got the right acting chops. I mean who knows your movie could make the beginning of their career.And that they have good chemistry, am I right? What is your next project?I am working on The Kloe & Gavin Adventures: Family Moon. I am about half through it I think. You never know when you are writing where you are at. All I know is I am having fun writing it.What is one place you would like to visit and why?I would love to visit Paris or London actually. Probably more so Paris if it's for research for the series. Those two locations have always been on my wish list so it's no surprise I write about them. They have always held a certain fascination for me. London started with Torchwood and the Doctor Who television series. I fell in love with the sights and Paris well who wouldn’t fall in love with those amazing places.Who is your favorite fictional character and why?Actually my first favorite was before Kloe Rice it was her adopted mother Jessica Rice. I adored writing about her. The journey’s I had with her and her attitude towards her Jonathan was funny. I see some of her in Kloe and some of me in Jessica.What one person from history would you like to meet and why?I’ve never been a fan of history honestly but I guess Shakespeare would be interesting but the language would be a barrier a bit. He wrote some of the most famous plays and would love to know his thought process and about his play that never was published or performed. We have so many freedoms now compared to his time period. It would be interesting to compare and contrast things.If there was one thing you could do to change the world, what would it be?There are many things in the world that need fixing but if there was thing I had the power to fix it would be the ozone layer with the global warming so we could maybe have more time on this earth for future generations.How do you write your books?I actually just sit down and start writing. I let the characters tell me their story and if there is a huge event then I sit down and break it up into a list and work through it but otherwise I fly by the seat of my pants.Who inspires your writing?Well when I was young I was inspired by R.L. Stine (Fear Street), Christopher Pike and now that I am older its many indie authorsWhere do you come up with your stories?Sometimes my readers ask me to write about certain things and sometimes I just get random ideas. Sometimes I have read so many stories I look at what those stories left out and think that’s what I want to write about.Who is your favorite author?I have many actually some paranormal, urban fantasy and some well erotica. Alana Sapphire, R.L. Stine, Christopher Pike, John Patrick Kennedy, Amy Cecil, and so many others.What is one great lesson you have learned as a writer?Show don’t tell, so many have said this important and others have said its not but I find it is. I know you said one but another great one is research, research, research. I read other books and take in how they write using show don’t tell and it is amazing how this improves your writing.What is one thing you hate about being a writer?The only thing that bugs me is when your lying in bed all comfy at night and almost asleep and out of nowhere you get an idea or several for your book and there’s no notebook next to your bed and you have to get up to go write them down and then you cant get back to sleep and end up being up all night.If you could never write again, what would you do?I guess I would continue reading and beta readingTell us something unique about you:I have a huge love for Doctor Who and accents.What is your favorite word?Favorite word wow umm I guess it would be “love” because it’s a greeting, a form of affection, and a way to describe something you like.That is a great word. Well, thanks so much for joining us and sharing a bit about yourself. If you would like to learn more about Sondra and her books, follow her on Amazon. Until next time, Keep Reading!
October 27, 2017
Book Review- Mirrors & Thorns, An OWS Ink Dark Fantasy Anthology
Genre: Dark Fairy Tales/ legends/ mythologySynopsis: where the fairy tales ends and the reflection begins....A dark fairy tale collection from the twisted pens of:J.M. Ames, Kerry E.B. Black, J.K. Allen, C.L. Bledsoe, Lucy Palmer, Stacy Overby, T.S. Dickerson, Edward Ahern, Melanie Noell Bernard, S.L. Scott, Sarah Chamma, Paul Stansbury, Cassidy Taylor, and J. Lee Strickland.My Take: Mirrors & Thorns is another great anthology to help you get in the Halloween spirit. With stories of corpse queens, Selkies, Angels, Demons, Baba Yaga, yetis, and more. Some of the stories are a quick page or two, and others go on for 5-10 pages and leave you yearning for a deeper immersion into those worlds! What I loved most about this collection is that each story was completely unique. A lot of times when you get anthologies, they are so very specific that a lot of the stories feel/ sound very similar. But not so with this collection. Some are clearly based on old world legends from a variety of different cultures, and others are a unique and wholly original mythos story. Each a delight to read. I found some really fun new authors to follow, and look forward to checking out more of their writing. If you enjoy Grimm fairy tales, Edgar Allen Poe, and Supernatural, then this collection is definitely for you. You can grab a copy on Amazon today. Until next time, Keep Reading!
October 23, 2017
Meet the Author with Angelina Singer
Hello Lovelies, 
Today our guest is Angelina Singer, a YA author with a romantic comedy, "Just Like a Pill", as well as book one of a dystopian science fiction series "The Sorting Room" available for purchase on Amazon. In addition to her writing career, Singer is a college undergrad studying English, Music, and of course, Creative Writing. In her spare time she enjoys crocheting (with a portfolio of work available for purchase on Instagram @asinger320), as well as mentoring younger music students at a local music store, where she has been studying guitar for nearly a decade. She views her writing as a way to simultaneously escape from and embrace reality. Follow her on Facebook @AngelinaSingerAuthor for exciting updates, exclusive content, and giveaways.Thanks for joining us, Angelina. Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
That would have to be Maxx Howard, the incredibly attractive guitarist in Just Like a Pill. He’s a complex character, and has a lot of heart and talent (besides just being extremely hot). He treats Scarlett so well, and I never get tired of seeing him tell off his clingy girlfriend - it’s epic… and he may or may not be inspired by a real-life dude (scandalous, I KNOW).Lol, so scandalous! What inspired this book?Well that’s a loaded question… but basically, just a good old fashioned crush. Makes for a great YA novel though ;)Good old crushes and our imaginations make for many a great book, for sure. If your book were made into a movie, who would you cast?Easy - Maxx Howard would be played by Leo Howard (that cute guy who played Jack on that Disney XD show, “Kickin It”), and Scarlett Larson would be played by Hayley Williams of Paramore. It’s one of my favorite bands, and for a while Hayley rocked bright neon red hair, so she would fit the part of Scarlett perfectly!What is your next project?
Currently, I am working on The Upperworld Series, a sci-fi fantasy trilogy questioning how people are assigned to their lives, and what would happen if there was a fluke in the system! Book 1, The Sorting Room, is available now, and book 2 is slated to be released sometime in early to mid 2018.Ooh, can't wait to learn more! Who is your favorite author?Do I have to pick just one!?! I have a few, but the ones that have influenced my writing the most would be Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games), John Green (Paper Towns, The Fault in Our Stars), and Tony DiTerlizzi (The Search for WandLa). Each of these authors influenced me quite a bit through their unique and powerful writing styles, like the love stories in John Green’s books, the bravery and valor that Suzanne Collins writes about, and the magical worlds that Tony DiTerlizzi so effortlessly crafts. I actually got to meet Tony at a book signing event this past April, which was very cool (see attached image).I can totally relate, Angelina. I have a hard time picking favorites too. Well, thank you so much for joining us on An Angell's Life of bookish goodness. 
Are you excited to learn more about Angelina? Visit her blog.and to learn more about her books and get notice when new books release, be sure to follow her Amazon Author Profile.Until next time, Keep Reading!
Today our guest is Angelina Singer, a YA author with a romantic comedy, "Just Like a Pill", as well as book one of a dystopian science fiction series "The Sorting Room" available for purchase on Amazon. In addition to her writing career, Singer is a college undergrad studying English, Music, and of course, Creative Writing. In her spare time she enjoys crocheting (with a portfolio of work available for purchase on Instagram @asinger320), as well as mentoring younger music students at a local music store, where she has been studying guitar for nearly a decade. She views her writing as a way to simultaneously escape from and embrace reality. Follow her on Facebook @AngelinaSingerAuthor for exciting updates, exclusive content, and giveaways.Thanks for joining us, Angelina. Who is your favorite character in your book and why?That would have to be Maxx Howard, the incredibly attractive guitarist in Just Like a Pill. He’s a complex character, and has a lot of heart and talent (besides just being extremely hot). He treats Scarlett so well, and I never get tired of seeing him tell off his clingy girlfriend - it’s epic… and he may or may not be inspired by a real-life dude (scandalous, I KNOW).Lol, so scandalous! What inspired this book?Well that’s a loaded question… but basically, just a good old fashioned crush. Makes for a great YA novel though ;)Good old crushes and our imaginations make for many a great book, for sure. If your book were made into a movie, who would you cast?Easy - Maxx Howard would be played by Leo Howard (that cute guy who played Jack on that Disney XD show, “Kickin It”), and Scarlett Larson would be played by Hayley Williams of Paramore. It’s one of my favorite bands, and for a while Hayley rocked bright neon red hair, so she would fit the part of Scarlett perfectly!What is your next project?Currently, I am working on The Upperworld Series, a sci-fi fantasy trilogy questioning how people are assigned to their lives, and what would happen if there was a fluke in the system! Book 1, The Sorting Room, is available now, and book 2 is slated to be released sometime in early to mid 2018.Ooh, can't wait to learn more! Who is your favorite author?Do I have to pick just one!?! I have a few, but the ones that have influenced my writing the most would be Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games), John Green (Paper Towns, The Fault in Our Stars), and Tony DiTerlizzi (The Search for WandLa). Each of these authors influenced me quite a bit through their unique and powerful writing styles, like the love stories in John Green’s books, the bravery and valor that Suzanne Collins writes about, and the magical worlds that Tony DiTerlizzi so effortlessly crafts. I actually got to meet Tony at a book signing event this past April, which was very cool (see attached image).I can totally relate, Angelina. I have a hard time picking favorites too. Well, thank you so much for joining us on An Angell's Life of bookish goodness. Are you excited to learn more about Angelina? Visit her blog.and to learn more about her books and get notice when new books release, be sure to follow her Amazon Author Profile.Until next time, Keep Reading!
October 20, 2017
Poetry Corner- Darling
I love you so muchand need you so badly.The world would endif we couldn't be together. When your lips brush my ear,
to tell me you love meand your hot breath lingerson my neck. I can't begin to explainhow much I need youto hold me forever. When your hands hold mein their commanding graspand our bodies are so closeI can feel your heart beatin rhythm with mine. When the love songs playand you whisper the wordsinto my hairand etch them like goldon my heart. Your fingers pressedinto the small of my backholding me close for a kiss. Waiting for our breath to mingleour souls to touch. When we lie next to one anotherand talk, never touchingand yet always touching.Touching each other's hearts.minds, souls, dreams. I live to be a part of you, I know this now. I've lived only to meet you. You make my broken soulfinally feel whole. J'tedore mon ami, me dome.
to tell me you love meand your hot breath lingerson my neck. I can't begin to explainhow much I need youto hold me forever. When your hands hold mein their commanding graspand our bodies are so closeI can feel your heart beatin rhythm with mine. When the love songs playand you whisper the wordsinto my hairand etch them like goldon my heart. Your fingers pressedinto the small of my backholding me close for a kiss. Waiting for our breath to mingleour souls to touch. When we lie next to one anotherand talk, never touchingand yet always touching.Touching each other's hearts.minds, souls, dreams. I live to be a part of you, I know this now. I've lived only to meet you. You make my broken soulfinally feel whole. J'tedore mon ami, me dome.
October 18, 2017
Book Review- Aroon by M.B. Gibson
Genre: Historical fiction/ 18th Century IrelandSynopsis: Amidst the lush beauty of Tipperary, a darkness runs through Duncullen Estate.Young heir Richard Lynche is suffocating. Between his father’s disgust and mother’s plunge into drug-induced lethargy, his only solace are the arms of the new maid, Eveleen. Yet, mounting pressures give rise to chillingly ominous visions. Richard must destroy his parents’ chokehold and create a life with Eveleen whilst maintaining his sanity. He will eradicate the torture. Whatever it takes.Aroon is a cauldron of old-fashioned Irish stew. Spiced heavily with Downton Abbey, sprinkled with Shakespeare’s Hamlet and a dash of The Godfather’s Michael Corleone, it explores the underbelly of life during the Protestant Ascendancy.My Take: I have been on a bit of an Irish kick, lately. I loved and hated Aroon. It is rich, hauntingly accurate to the time period, and full of intrigue. As I read it, it reminded me of a crazy mash up of Downton Abby, Poldark, Jane Ayer and Wuthering Heights. It was interesting to see Richard and his mother through their eyes, and how they viewed Richard's father and the servants, then to later see how others viewed them was quite a telling view of the world we live in today. I liked Richard to start, but much as Heathcliff and Poldark change (and not for the better), the classsist demands twist Richard into something I did not much care for. Gibson plays with some dark themes demonstrating how even knowing our past doesn't necessarily allow us to escape becoming the very things we despise. She looks at it from every perspective. From the upper class, down to the poorest servant. Definitely a book that you will need a day or two to digest after reading. If you are a fan of dark period pieces, this is right up your ally. Grab a copy of Aroon on Amazon today.Until next time, Keep Reading!
