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October 30, 2017
Kindred: The Birthrite Series II by Tiffany Apan Blog Tour
by Tiffany Apan
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It is the summer of 1933 and nearly two years since that fateful Halloween night in Plains, New York.
Born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, eighteen-year-old Cletus Blake spends his days working to help his family through the massive economic recession spreading throughout the United States and many other areas of the world. As society struggles to accept that the economic surge of the 1920s are long gone, Cletus also clings to the memory of his last phone conversation with his cousin Dorothy. Having formed and maintained a relationship with two of her close friends – the recently married Reginald and Gail Carr Johnson – the three find solace in regular communication with one another.
Like Dorothy, Cletus possesses supernatural abilities inherited through his bloodline. His vivid dreams and visions – including ones of a beautiful young Romani woman and twin baby boys – continue to increase in strength. Meanwhile, Reginald and Gail begin falling prey to dark adversaries that have been lying in wait.
Evil surrounds at every turn, old friends race to help, and ancient evil re-emerges. A war between worlds brews beneath the surface, threatening to rip the protective seams that keep the portals sealed.
Then in the midst of it all, Cletus happens upon a caravan traveling through his Ohio town. The very familiar Romanichal family’s history ties not only to his own past, but to all the kin of the four men that experienced worlds outside of their own on that summer solstice in 1844. All are linked to a future that will reunite the Blakes and the Livingstons, two families that at one time, shared a very unlikely friendship.
Kindred is the second full-length novel in The Birthrite Series. Picking up from where Descent and Sacred Atonement: A Novelette left off, the story continues to challenge all that is known about light and dark, good and evil. Passion, intrigue, and secrets abound as history unravels. Revelations uncovered in previous installments are given new perspectives, taking the reader on a thrilling ride into a world where nothing is ever what it appears to be.
READ FROM THE BEGINNING:
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DESCENT (THE BIRTHRITE SERIES, #1)
Visions of infant twin boys, clouds, a young woman taking her own life, and a collision of space, time, and realms…
On the eve of Summer Solstice in 1844, four men in different areas of the world share an experience that impacts not only their own lives, but those of the future generations. The first man is Nicolae Ganoush, a young Romany fugitive from a slave village in Wallachia. The second is Jonathan Blake, an eighteen-year-old Irishman in the American Midwest who finds himself falling in love with a young woman from a nearby Sioux village. The third is James Livingston, a prominent figure in colonial America, and the fourth is Hector de Fuentes, a sixteen-year-old from Tuxpan, Mexico with special gifts and visions enhanced by a mysterious and wondrous cave. Each man carries his own inner battle, unbelievable ancient truths deep within their lineages, and demons that are much closer to home than any of them would like.
SACRED ATONEMENT: A NOVELLA (THE BIRTHRITE SERIES, #1.5)
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“He wondered how she would react to seeing him. Not just his physical appearance, but seeing him for the first time since what happened between nearly a year ago. And what would happen once she found out what he really was?”
MADE IN HEAVEN (A BIRTHRITE SERIES SHORT)
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It has only been two and a half months since Reginald and Gail returned from that fateful night, a strange set of circumstances, and world they never thought could exist.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Tiffany Apan grew up among the thick forests of the Appalachian Mountains in Northeastern Pennsylvania. It was there she began honing artistic abilities and received much of her creative inspiration. A misfit among her peers (she was the only one in her fifth grade writing class obsessed enough with Vikings and Norwegian mythology to write poems about them), Tiffany was highly active in the artistic community in Wilkes-Barre, PA, involving herself in all music, theater, visual arts, and writing. Eventually, she settled quite comfortably into a role as “that artsy kid in black” who sits in a coffee shop, drinking endless amounts of coffee and tea while writing furiously in a journal or sketchpad.
After graduating high school, she left the Northeastern PA ghosts for the Southeastern PA zombies (Pittsburgh). Upon the move, Tiffany became involved with the indie film scene, landing supporting roles in a couple films. This also gave way to the release of her music with partner in crime, Jason English. Since then, she has gone on to act in several films and theater productions with starring and supporting roles, release music to critical acclaim, and receive accolades for her writing and producing.
The Appalachian Mountains serve as a backdrop for many of her stories, including The Cemetery by the Lake and The Birthrite Series. You can check out more of her work (writing, music, film, etc) on her website, blog, Amazon, and other social media.
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PART 2:
GOING BACK
In the late of the hour and dark of the cabin, she rose from bed, making her way to the door. The weeping she heard from the outside pulled at her heartstrings, as it resembled that of a lost child.
The woman pushed aside the latch covering a small hole in the door and looked out. Indeed, there was a little child seated on the ground, his back to her.
She moved quickly to open the door, wondering what sort of person would leave such a small one to wander all alone.
As the oak barrier between the security of her cabin and uncertain danger of the dark frontier opened, she glanced about, wondering if perhaps she would catch sight of a mother or father, but no other living soul was found.
The skin on her arms rose as she laid eyes upon the child once more. Her heart palpitated for a reason she was unable to explain and pangs of dread permeated the air around her. Ignoring it, she made a slow move to kneel, her focus on the little lone one.
“Art thou lost?” Her voice reached to ne’er above a whisper.
The child continued his sobbing, his back remaining to her.
She reached out to the lad. “Where art thou mother and father?”
The child still did not answer.
In the back of her mind was a warning to shut the door and latch it, but her maternal instincts just could not allow her to leave the young one out in the cold dark of night.
Such a thing would be inhuman.
Her hand touched the boy’s shoulder and he suddenly ceased his cries. A sigh of relief left her, and the child turned around.
When their eyes met, the scream that left her throat would be the last sound she would ever utter…” ~ L. H. Livingston, The Child with the Black Eyes
CHAPTER 3
Dayton, Ohio
Wednesday June 20, 1933
Eve of the summer solstice
The six ‘o’ clock sun shone down on the dirt path that Cletus walked as he was headed home after finishing a day of work at a family friend’s farm. It was one of three jobs he held down during the summer months. His earnings were used to help with the family’s household expenses, and he was saving the rest for an apartment or room to rent. At eighteen, he lived with his parents, Ronald and Eunice Blake, as he worked toward being able to live on his own.
Following the 1929 stock market crash, lucrative farming in the Midwest had greatly diminished, though many communities were managing to pull together and stay afloat, therefore making work still available. In these parts of the country, residents often traded goods for labor but often found themselves in a bind when trying to accommodate everyone coming into town in search of work.
Recent months brought reports of soup and bread lines in the cities and such images were increasing, dominating the media. Some of the more destitute were hopping onto the passing locomotives, maintaining discretion inside of a freight car until reaching the next rural or suburban area. Those who were not fortunate enough to acquire some form of work would have no choice but to climb aboard yet another train and head to the next town with their future still uncertain. For many, this was a neverending cycle.
Cletus glanced up toward the early evening sun. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of a locomotive temporarily drowned the calls of the evening birds of prey. The young man sighed, thinking of the hapless soul leaving this area and headed to another in search of work. He preferred an image of Charlie Chaplain as the happy, good-natured, bungling tramp emerging from a locomotive car to the grim-faced individual with fading hope that was more likely to be on that train.
As the engine faded out, a murder of crows flew closely overhead. He flinched and ducked slightly, remaining still as the birds disappeared to the infinite horizon. The scene reminded him of a segment from Lawrence Livingston’s The Child with the Black Eyes, a story that took place on the early colonial frontier, long before America established itself as an entity separate from Britain. The plot was a simple one, yet its words were enough to leave the reader beyond disturbed after the final sentence was read. The tale told of a small child traveling the land, knocking on the doors of homes spread across the frontier. If a resident happened to answer, the child would ask to be let in.
No one knew for certain what exactly took place if the seemingly innocent child was allowed inside, but the good-hearted, though unfortunate, individual would often either turn up missing, never to be seen again, or fall mysteriously (and incurably) ill. It was Livingston’s most well-known work and arguably among the most terrifying tales of his time.
Much of Lawrence Livingston’s writings indicated him as one who often felt like a fish out of water. This was particularly evident after an incident had as a boy when he dreamed of his father being killed by a recently deceased Nathaniel Fleming.
Following the events of two Novembers ago, he and a few others that knew what happened had been delving further into the history of the Livingston and Fleming families. The lineages of Cedric and Margaret Fleming remained sketchy, the origins of their two adopted children, Nathaniel and Maxine, were shrouded in mystery. Those who possessed abilities to see passed what floated on the surface seemed to arrive at one dead end after another in their search, as though they were being blocked from finding the answers being sought. On the other hand, when it came to the Livingstons, much of that family history was open and available to the public, starting with Robert the Elder.
Born in the year 1654 in a village called Ancrum (near Jedburgh in the County of Roxburgh, Scotland), Robert Livingston the Elder was one of seven children had by Reverend John Livingston and his wife. John was a minister to the Church of Scotland and a descendant of the fourth Lord Livingston (ancestor to the Earls of Linlithgow and Callendar). When Robert was not even a boy of ten, the Livingstons were sent into exile due to John’s refusal to convert the Presbyterian Church of Scotland to the Episcopalian Church of England. The family settled in Rotterdam of the Netherlands and it was there that Robert learned the Dutch language, becoming fluent which would aide him in future business prospects.
At nineteen, Livingston the Elder returned to Scotland for a time but soon sailed to Boston where his father happened to be well-known. He went on to marry the widow of one of his Dutch business partners and settled permanently in the colony of New Netherland (which later became modern day New York).
As a successful businessman and politician, Livingston the Elder brought more prestige to the family name, and the surname became synonymous with those that held prominent positions in society, including those assisting with the draft of the American Constitution.
Like Livingston the Elder, his great grandson, James Henry Robert, would court and marry a Dutch woman. James was also pragmatic to a fault; despite attending the Presbyterian church on Sundays with his family, he never thought to entertain anything outside of his natural world. But his beliefs (and non-beliefs) were challenged on the evening of 1844’s summer solstice just prior to the Fleming Orphanage opening to the public.
According to what little he wrote of that early evening in his journals, an apparition of a young woman taking her life by hanging appeared to him. He recorded having recognized her, even going so far to say that she had ‘his Samantha’s nose.’
Shortly after the orphanage opened, Lawrence had his dream (or omen of warning?) in which his father answered to a persistent knocking at the door, only to be killed by a demonic entity that resembled Cedric and Margaret’s son. The dream shaped the man that Lawrence would become, along with his outlook on what most humans perceived as reality. Throughout his adulthood, he spent much time among Indian tribes of New York and Pennsylvania, coming to know their languages, sign, lore, and customs. He also married a young woman who was half Delaware.
In his AmerIndian studies, Lawrence learned of the early supernatural sightings that dated far beyond the earliest of European settlers and Viking traders. Other lore told of creatures many claimed as pre-dating the first humans. It had also been implied that other incidents like the mysterious death of Jonathan’s father Charles and Kimimela’s oppression by the dark influenced James’s youngest son.
Cletus shuddered against the warm weather and an image of his cousin Dorothy entered his mind. Knowing that she was no longer in this world left him with an empty void. On occasion, the cousins were able to communicate in dreams, which they had done throughout their early childhood. Right up until her night terror almost twelve years ago…
Despite growing up far apart, their bond and connection remained strong. On many occasions, both had the ability to sense when the other was in trouble.
As the events of two Novembers ago unraveled, Cletus was plagued with rather bizarre dreams involving Dorothy and a massive castle in Wallachia. While he didn’t have the same formal schooling as his cousin and her friends, he had still been taught generous amounts of reading, writing, geometry, history, arithmetic, and other subjects by his parents. He attended the small, one room schoolhouse from age four up until thirteen. From there, he continued studying independently. One subject that especially fascinated him was history. He knew that the Roumanian Castle Alexandru was inhabited by members of the Serban bloodline from the Houses of Basarab and Draculesti, lineages directly traced to Vlad the Impaler.
Just before Dorothy was forced to take leave from their natural world, Cletus felt a strong urge to confess his dreams of a young Gypsy girl to his cousin. At the end of their conversation, she implored that he phone her the following day. When he had gone to sleep later that night, he was falling into a series of disturbing dreams in which he saw his cousin and her friends making their way through a dark labyrinth that lead them into the realm of an ancient evil. After waking the following morning, he had an overpowering sense that life for him and his family would never be the same.
How right he was.
Over the last year and a half, Cletus replayed that final telephone conversation with Dorothy in his mind. He also remembered his father receiving a phone call from Tahatan after he, Matthew, Liz, and Father Louis returned from being missing for several days from Plains and their natural world. Liz was found in the Fleming Orphanage basement by Tahatan, Father Louis, and a devastated Matthew shortly after the men escaped the nether realm they had been thrown into. She had been brutalized, bearing injuries that were physical, mental, and emotional. Dorothy’s mother and Matthew’s wife was admitted to the hospital for her endured trauma.
Cletus knew that his uncle Matthew still struggled to cope with all that was taking place while caring for his wife. Fortunately, both seemed to be in a better place than they were a year ago. In Matthew’s last letter to Ronald, he told of how Liz was starting to form sentences again and was determined to learn to walk, cook, and all she had done prior to being abducted and tortured.
The chills rose higher on the young man’s arms as he recalled the first time he and his family visited Liz at the Blake property after the incident. While it was nice to see Matthew and Liz have wonderful support, witnessing her in such a state was devastating for all.
On the first night of that week’s visit, Cletus noticed his father, Uncle Matt, Uncle Joe, and Grandpa Gerard conversing with one another in rather hushed tones. The young man was unable to hear what was being said, though a cold darkness reverberated from their voices.
After breakfast the following morning, Cletus visited the Blake family burial site in the back field. He walked among the small cluster of headstones, stopping to view each one, starting with Charles and Emma. He then moved to the stones placed over the graves of Jonathan and Kimimela. In the many times that he had been back here, he found himself most drawn to the markers of his great-aunt Willow and great-uncle Charlie. Two headstones without bodies to rest beneath them.
Staring at the two markers, he became lost in the mystery surrounding Charlie and Willow. So much, that he barely heard his grandfather walk up behind him…
…Cletus was wrenched by the sound of someone clearing his throat. The young man turned around, his gaze meeting his grandfather’s.
Gerard Blake inherited much of his physical traits from Kimimela’s side of the family, though his grayish-blue eyes were of his Irish father and grandfather.
“Hello, Grandpa…”
Gerard greeted his grandson with a nod and rather tired smile before coming to stand beside him.
Cletus turned back to the headstones of Charlie and Willow, before shifting his eyes toward Aunt Amy’s:
Amy Violet Blake
Gone but never forgotten
1888-1905
Cletus glanced over at his grandfather, seeing the forlorn expression in the older man’s eyes. In the eighty-three years that he had been alive, Gerard experienced several painful losses. His daughter Amy being lost to unexplainable circumstances was among them. Anytime she was brought up in conversation (which was rare…as if the family was trying to avoid dwelling on at least one tragedy), a pronounced melancholy pierced the air.
“I have tried locating them all,” Gerard said, his voice slightly choked as he faced Charlie’s headstone. “As a young boy, your older brothers are so important to you. Second to your father, of course.”
Cletus nodded, understanding what his grandfather meant. As the youngest child of Ronald and Eunice, his older brothers Chayton and Raymond meant the world to him throughout his own childhood.
Gerard continued. “For Chaska…Charlie and I were the little brothers he needed to protect and look out for. For me, those two and my father all represented everything I wanted to be as a man.” He paused, appearing to recall a special memory. “Charlie was by far the most adventurous of us. I think he got an increased dosage of those particular genes that were prevalent in Mom and Dad when they were young. He was always getting into something and when the war between the North and South was around us, we all participated to a degree, but Charlie was quick to be a hero and enlist. And because many of the militia units in Illinois were becoming pretty desperate at one point, they were taking any able-bodied person willing to fight.”
Cletus took in his grandfather’s words before asking, “You haven’t been able to reach him at all?”
Gerard sighed. “I’ve had brief visions here and there. Some involve him among other soldiers at an encampment, others are of him charging across a battlefield. But one consistent vision that I have is one…where he is leading a group through a tunnel. That group could very well be soldiers on their way to ambush a Southern army, but I’m getting more of a leaning toward escape…as if he were helping people escape from danger. Maybe prisoners of war or runaway slaves or both…” The old man paused. “I have a feeling that…he died while doing this…or sometime shortly after…”
Gerard’s voice trailed off and both stood silent. Cletus was almost afraid to question any further.
Finally, the young man spoke. “I know Uncle Matt saw Willow in some dark void when he, Tahatan, and Father Louis were trying to help Dorothy. It sounds like Aunt Willow is somehow still alive…and as she was on the day she disappeared.”
Gerard nodded. “My sister has been lost and unreachable. Your Uncle Matt was the only one to have seen her in seventy years. We’ve all tried to place where he was taken that night, but of course to no success.”
Cletus frowned as another thought crossed his mind. “What would happen if she were to be brought back? I mean, would she instantly age to how old she would be today or grow normally from where she is?”
Gerard shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe we can find out…I’m sure there’s a way…” Cletus’s voice trailed off when he saw Gerard’s ruddy complexion paled.
The young man froze before following his grandfather’s gaze back to Amy’s gravestone.
Cletus started to further question, but something in the air told him to listen. He focused on the grave, hoping to perhaps acquire some kind of a lead on Amy.
Almost instantly, a black void formed before him, followed by a vision of blood seeping into the soil. The images were violently snatched away, nearly sending the young man staggering backward.
As Cletus caught his breath, his grandfather was staring at him.
“You saw it too…” the old man said…
… In the last year, the great puzzle of the Blake family’s history had grown even more intricate and mysterious. In spite of everything, they all tried remaining optimistic. There was even talk of Matthew and Liz getting a place of their own and starting over once she was well enough. Uncle Matt and Aunt Liz were also looking forward to being grandparents, even if they couldn’t see or be near the child until a few weeks after the birth.
His cousin’s pregnancy was made known to him, as was her having to be sent to another realm. For Dorothy’s safety, and the safety of those with her, whereabouts could not be disclosed. As for Carl, he managed to talk the Elders into allowing him to go with her.
Since Carl’s own settling in that new realm, he acquired many allies on Council, including his longtime childhood friend, Jimmy Kratz, who was being trained and prepared to take a high-ranking position.
If Cletus closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could see Dorothy in her new, temporary place of residence. It resembled a Medieval castle, yet seemed better equipped than some of the most medically advanced hospitals he knew of. His cousin was also starting to show being with child.
He thought back to all that happened with Dorothy and the Fleming property. What almost did happen to her. Maybe Aunt Amy wasn’t as fortunate… He ignored the morbid thought, pushing it back to the farthest region of his mind while trying to find relief in knowing that his cousin was safe.
Maintaining regular contact with Tahatan also helped, and Cletus had taken to communicating with Reginald and Gail Carr-Johnson, two of Dorothy’s close friends from Plains.
Reginald and Gail had been married for just over a year and were living in Pennsylvania close to where Tahatan lived. The couple tried visiting with the medicine man once a week. During those visits, more detail was discovered, found out, which was also being shared with Cletus.
After the earth-shattering events of that late autumn in 1931, Cletus found himself in need of support, particularly from those that knew and understood what was taking place. While his father Ronald did understand to an extent, Cletus needed conversation with those that had been present for all the bizarre and horrific events in Plains. Upon the young man’s request, Uncle Matthew gave his nephew the addresses to the Johnson and Carr residences.
Initially, Cletus was hesitant about reaching out. While he had briefly met Reginald and Gail during some visits to Plains, he didn’t know either very well. He decided that the best course of action would be in contacting Reginald first (the last thing he wanted was for the other young man to believe that he was stepping in on Gail). Cletus overcame his nerves and wrote to the other young man. He awaited a response, hoping that Reginald wouldn’t think it odd receiving a letter from him. To his relief, the other young man wrote back and didn’t seem to think the correspondence odd at all. In his first letter, Reginald also assured Cletus that regular communication was not a problem, even stating that he trusted Dorothy’s cousin with contacting Gail.
Throughout that following year, the three maintained their correspondence and Cletus even made a trip to Pennsylvania, visiting the Johnsons at their small apartment.
While he was out there, he saw the wonderful marriage shared by the newlyweds, including Reginald’s pride in watching Gail train for her aviators license. Her dark eyes were glowing as she climbed down from the aircraft and ran over to Reginald, who greeted his wife by scooping her up and kissing her. During that first visit, Cletus also brought word of Jimmy being recovered from Hell and Linda giving birth to their now one-year-old daughter, Meredith.
Jimmy and Linda eventually managed to repair their relationship and were living together in a chateau as he received schooling and training within the Sanctuary for the position he was to take on at Council. While it wasn’t completely understood by Reginald, Gail, or Cletus what exactly this Sanctuary and Council were, Jimmy’s current situation was a surprise to the two that had grown up with him. In high school, Jimmy was a rather popular football player who didn’t care to read much other than pulp thrillers and materials he was forced to for classes. Upon graduation, his plans were to marry Linda and inherit his father’s mechanics garage. Of course, those plans were thwarted and Cletus could hardly imagine the anguish and confusion being felt by the Kratz and Parker families.
As he continued his walk home, Cletus anticipated that Thursday evening when he would be taking his second trip out to Pennsylvania. Once again, he would be staying with Reginald and Gail at their apartment. There were also plans for the three to pay Tahatan a visit. With it being the summer solstice and almost ninety years since that fateful night in 1844, there was a restless stir in the air, a stir that they all could feel.
During that visit, he hoped to also work up the nerve to ask his father’s second cousin about the young Gypsy girl he had been dreaming of since he was a boy of ten. The girl whose name he still did not know despite his best efforts. By now, he guessed her to have about sixteen years in age and found her quite pleasing to behold. Her black hair complimented her light cocoa skin and golden eyes, and her pert figure was starting to make his groin tighten anytime he thought of it.
As his great grandfather Jonathan Blake had felt about his own beloved Sioux wife, Cletus believed that he was meant to be with this girl. He was certain that when the time was right, they would meet.
In addition to visions of the girl he wanted, there were times when an old woman also appeared to him. He figured this woman out to be the girl’s grandmother and sensed a sort of connection between the old woman and Dorothy’s husband. From what he understood and found out, his dream girl’s grandmother and a great grandfather of Carl’s had met once…
…An image of a mid-nineteenth century ship sailing over an ocean appeared before him. On the deck was a little girl, no older than ten years of age who appeared to be from a family of poor Romanichal immigrants. A family related to Jimmy. She was at the bow of the ship, looking out to the ocean while being held up by a young man with dark red hair and eyes as green as the Emerald Isle itself. The young man quirked up the side of his mouth, a gesture that reminded Cletus a little of Carl…
The image disintigrated, causing the young Ohio man to let out a jagged sigh. They all were connected to one another, as if their paths had long been predestined to be intertwined.
While such a thought offered some solace, Cletus still felt alone in not being able to tell any of his friends and peers why he never went further than two dates with the girls he took out. As of now, many young men Cletus had grown up with were going with girls, planning to marry and settle down. Even his older brothers lived nearby with their wives and each with a child of their own.
Cletus very much wanted a married life but could never see himself in a long-term relationship with any girl from his area. He had gathered enough courage to take a few out, but lack of connection and any emotional investment brought all promise of a relationship to a standstill. Mostly because of the Gypsy girl he saw every night.
He feared being thought of as crazy, along with endless jokes at his expense about having an imaginary ‘dream girl.’ Someone might even lock me up…
Although Ronald and Eunice (particularly Ronald) were open to things not of this world, Cletus felt that keeping his dreams of the Gypsy girl to himself for the time being was the best move. At least until I go to Pennsylvania in a couple days…
With that passing thought, an image of those abandoned Victorian buildings high on a hill appeared to him. Immediately, he recognized the old Fleming Orphanage. We need to go back…
Cletus flinched, having no idea what made him have such a thought. He tried shoving the idea away, but deep within his core, he could feel a force pulling him there.
Over the years, he learned to not doubt such intuition. Once arriving at said destination, reasons for being led there would reveal themselves. Father Louis would be there to help…
In an instant, an image of the priest seated inside his chamber at Gregory the Great Catholic Church appeared. The older man was not alone either as he was speaking with another middle-aged man, one who very much resembled Dorothy’s husband. A third man with a brown complexion and hair nearly the color of coal stood with his back against a wall. Luis Kratz…Jim’s dad…
Cletus’s steps ceased as he tried focusing on the intense conversation the three were having. He also recalled certain things about Father Louis that Reginald had mentioned in one of his letters. Just before proposing marriage to Gail two Valentines Days ago, Reginald was given reason to believe that the priest belonged to a genus or race similar with that of Dorothy and Jimmy. But there were never any other incidents after that one.
Cletus tried maintaining focus on the three men in the priest’s chamber, but the image was interrupted by a certain dark, stone castle overlooking a vast field close to thick woodland.
Castle Alexandru…
Blood started seeping out from the ground before the vision disintegrated to the air. After the images faded, Cletus jolted backward, finding himself standing outside the gate of his family’s home.
When did I…?
He glanced about his surroundings, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as he tried in vain to remember having walked home, but all he could see was the menacing stone castle with blood red roofing.
Attempting to calm himself, Cletus opted to shrug off this one incident. His trembling ceased as he was comforted by the aroma of his mother’s cooking flowing out through the open windows.
He latched open the small gate that was in front of his home, content with pretending that he had simply ended another work day and nothing more. For the time being, he would not to dwell on what might need to be done during his pending visit to Pennsylvania.
Today was an ordinary day.
INTERLUDE
A CHILD’S NIGHTMARE
October 25, 1831
The 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.
October 22, 2017
Box Review: Adults & Crafts – September 2017
If you love crafts as much as I do, then you are going to love this next box. This box is called Adults & Crafts and it brings you a new DIY project every month! September’s project was woodburning, and I just had a blast. I hope you enjoy!
Much love,
Ashley
Find yourself pinning craft projects on Pinterest, but that’s as far as you get? Love to craft, but not the tedious prep work? Interested in trying our today’s most popular craft projects in the most convenient way possible? If you answered yes to any of those, it’s time to subscribe to the Adults & Crafts Crate today!
Each kit is curated with exact materials, tools, and instructions
Cancel anytime, no minimum length commitments
Give your finished projects or the subscription as a thoughtful gift
Learn an array of craft techniques, a brand new, trendy project every month
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I was so excited to receive Adults & Crafts because I love their mission! Bringing fun crafts to adults each month is a great way to de-stress while learning a new hobby.
Adults & Crafts comes in a large box that looks like a wooden crate! I love the style of the box, and how it influences connecting with others through crafts.
September’s theme was wood burning! I had never tried woodburning before, so I was excited to get started.
The kit came with wood coasters, a wood box, a wood block, and items to help with the wood burning process! The fact that the box came with multiple projects was a great way to be creative in different ways. For my first project, I decided to do the wooden box.
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The kit came with different designs for you to transfer to your projects, so I started with this lotus flower. I am very spiritual, so I plan on using this box for my crystals!
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Here is my box with the design transferred onto it.
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And here is my finished project! I loved working with the wood burner because it was like painting on the wood. I was able to shade different areas using different levels of pressure. I am thoroughly satisfied with my project and I can’t wait to do the other projects in the box!
Final Thought: Adults & Crafts is such an innovative way to try out different crafts each month! The box comes with enough projects for multiple people to participate, and it is a great couple or family activity. If you would like to try out new crafts each month with a box that brings you everything that you need, then you must try Adults & Crafts!
October 21, 2017
Trick or Treat Spooky Facebook Hop
I am excited to let you know that there is an awesome train of literary giveaways on Facebook right now! My Facebook author page is part of the Facebook hop, and there is quite a variety of other fantastic authors participating. Each author page that you visit is hosting a different giveaway, so you have the chance to win multiple prize packages!
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To start, visit my Facebook page and read the pinned post here.
The post will give you directions on how to enter my giveaway and how to access the other giveaways! The hop for this first round ends tomorrow, so make sure that you get your entries in today.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Ashley
October 18, 2017
Author Spotlight: C.L. Schneider
I wanted to talk a bit about an awesome indie author who you need to know. Her name is C.L. Schneider, and she is the author of The Crown of Stones Trilogy as well as Nite Fire. I originally met her at Brain to Books Con 2016, and I fell in love with her work as soon as I read her first book, The Crown of Stones: Magic-Price. C.L. Schneider’s writing brings fantasy worlds to life and you can’t help but get lost in them! You can view my reviews of some of her work below:
The Crown of Stones: Magic Price Review
The Crown of Stones: Magic – Scars Review
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C.L. Schneider recently released her newest book, Nite Fire, and I am just about to dig into it! If you love high fantasy and need some new fantasy reads, then you can’t go wrong with her work. She also just started a street team group on Facebook that you are free to join! If you want to stay in the loop on her work and the fantasy world, please do join below.
October 16, 2017
Book Promo: Single Rider by Skye Leah Collett
Here is another fun book for you to check out! It is called Single Rider by Skye Leah Collett. If you love intense chick lit, then you won’t want to miss this book!
Much love,
Ashley
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★(¸.•´ SINGLE RIDER
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This is a story about a woman named Kenzie.
A woman who knows what she wants and likes things just the way they are, thank you very much.
This is also a story about a man named Max. Max can be a real pain in the ass.
And finally, this is a story about Dash, ex-husband extraordinaire, who likes to get down to the Scissor Sisters and parties a little too much.
And Katie, the best friend who parties far too much and can expertly defend herself against sexual harassment accusations.
And Claudia, sister, mother and head of the school parent’s association, long time tea drinker. The chalk to Kenzie’s cheese.
And Michael, the one that got away.
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Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33413616-single-rider
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jjs-2z3ndRw&feature=player_embedded
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October 15, 2017
Box Review: Recipe Table – Southern Classics
I have quite a fun subscription to show you today! This subscription is called Recipe Table and it brings you recipes from different home cooks. Each month the recipes are based on a different theme as well! This is a great way to build your recipe collection to pass along to your family. I hope you enjoy!
Much love,
Ashley
The Recipe Table Service
Each month, Recipe Table delivers to your home ten unique recipes – and future memories – tastefully displayed on easily-stored (4×6 cards). These recipes are tried and true, handpicked from home kitchens all over America.
Each collection is built around a theme, from comfy southern cuisine with decades of family heritage, to authentic Italian meals that carry you to the kitchens of Naples and Rome. Review, try and adapt each recipe to your family’s tastes. You will soon have dozens of new family favorites.
Keep them in any small kitchen file box, and in no time you will have a treasure chest of favorite meals and fond memories – a real heirloom!
And say goodbye to tiresome web searching. No more printing and storing those letter-sized pages!
Plan Options:
Month to Month: $9.99 + FREE SHIPPING*
3 Month Prepay: $26.97 + FREE SHIPPING*
6 Month Prepay: $47.94 + FREE SHIPPING*
*SHIPS WITHIN THE US ONLY
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I couldn’t wait to review Recipe Table because I love collecting family recipes! This service is so unique because it sends you recipe cards based on a certain theme from various home cooks. Southern food is also one of my favorite kinds of food, so I was excited when I found out that Southern food was the theme!
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The recipes come on quality cardstock that is shiny and can outlast many cooking sessions. I love how the cards have a single design so that they all correlate! Each recipe also has the name of the cook and their location. This shipment came with recipes that cover various different meals, and I loved each recipe included! The sweet tea and fried apples were some of my favorites to cook.
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Final Thought: I love how Recipe Table brings great home recipes to your door in a way where they can be savored for years to come! This is a great way to build your recipe book and try out new cooking skills. There is a great family feel the box, and I love the community that surrounds this subscription. If you love to cook, then Recipe Table is a must!
October 13, 2017
Cover Reveal: Eradicate by Stacey McCoy
It is time for another fun cover reveal from Stacey McCoy! This cover is for her new novel, Eradicate, and I think that it is just gorgeous. Enjoy!
Much love,
Ashley
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★(¸.•´ERADICATE BY STACEY McCOY
COVER REVEAL
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Rylan has a past. A past that comes in the form of a beautiful, strong and dangerous vampire named Savanah.
Savanah has spent years searching for Rylan and is left feeling disappointed and angry when she finds him with a beating heart and a fiancé.
Upon hearing about the reanimation process Savanah vows to reinfect Rylan, eliminate Kady and eradicate all those who stand for it.
Her pledge seals everyone’s fate in ways no one could ever have predicted.
Will Savanah succeed and ruin everything and everyone that Rylan has come to hold so dear?
Will Rylan be reinfected?
Will Kady survive?
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October 12, 2017
Literary Vacation Club Reveal: September 2017
I am super excited to be able to finally reveal our September box at Literary Vacation Club! For those of you who don’t know, I am the CEO of Literary Vacation Club, a book subscription that sends out indie or lesser known novels along with items to see, hear, taste, touch, and smell. I designed my box to help subscribers stress relieve through our multi-sensory reading experience! As someone who suffers from clinical depression and panic disorder, I have found that reading is one of the only things that helps me to calm down. That being said, I wanted to take that relaxing reading experience to a new level through my box!
Each purchase that is made for Literary Vacation Club helps me to support NAMI – The National Alliance on Mental Illness. From my wonderful subscriber’s help, I have been able to donate over $500 from the box so far!
Much love,
Ashley
September’s theme was “Autumn Mountain Getaway”
Through this box we focused on sending subscribers to the mountains of North Carolina to celebrate fall.
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In this box, we featured a beautiful book called Paintbrush by Hannah Bucchin as well as the following multi-sensory items:
TO TOUCH: Crocheted Cozy Item (Scarf, hat, headband, etc.) – I hand crocheted every item myself from my own designs
TO SMELL: Cedarwood Lip Balm by Antiquity + Illusion – a company owned by author Tiffany Apan
TO TASTE: Cherry Candies – made in North Carolina
TO SEE: Scarecrow Solar figure, North Carolina Bookmark, and a North Carolina Passport Stamp
TO HEAR: Exclusive playlist linked to Paintbrush available to listen to for free on Spotify
BONUS: Autumn Leaves Earrings – I handmade these as well
All subscribers also receive an exclusive reading passport with their first box! The passport is designed so that subscribers can add their new passport stamps each month, as well as their thoughts on that month’s book(s).
Our October box is currently SOLD OUT but our November box is now available for sale!
November’s theme is “Washington, USA” so we will be taking you to the gorgeous woods of Washington! The novel that I have chosen is a real treat, and you won’t want to miss it. Since every box is handmade specifically for each subscriber, we have very little stock available. Grab your box while you can!
October 10, 2017
New Release: Game of Faith by R. Murray
Are you a fan of werewolves and vampires? Then you are going to love a new book called Game of Faith by R. Murray! It is part of the Dark Blood Series and it features one badass female character. I highly recommend it!
Much love,
Ashley
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★(¸.•´GAME OF FAITH
October 9, 2017
Book Review: Final Girls by Riley Sager
Title: Final Girls
Author: Riley Sager
Technical Rating: 4/5
Enjoyment Rating: 4/5
Synopsis:
THE NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER
“The first great thriller of 2017 is here: Final Girls, by Riley Sager. If you liked Gone Girl, you’ll like this.”—Stephen King
Ten years ago, college student Quincy Carpenter went on vacation with five friends and came back alone, the only survivor of a horror movie–scale massacre. In an instant, she became a member of a club no one wants to belong to—a group of similar survivors known in the press as the Final Girls. Lisa, who lost nine sorority sisters to a college dropout’s knife; Sam, who went up against the Sack Man during her shift at the Nightlight Inn; and now Quincy, who ran bleeding through the woods to escape Pine Cottage and the man she refers to only as Him. The three girls are all attempting to put their nightmares behind them and, with that, one another. Despite the media’s attempts, they never meet.
Now, Quincy is doing well—maybe even great, thanks to her Xanax prescription. She has a caring almost-fiancé, Jeff; a popular baking blog; a beautiful apartment; and a therapeutic presence in Coop, the police officer who saved her life all those years ago. Her memory won’t even allow her to recall the events of that night; the past is in the past.
That is until Lisa, the first Final Girl, is found dead in her bathtub, wrists slit; and Sam, the second, appears on Quincy’s doorstep. Blowing through Quincy’s life like a whirlwind, Sam seems intent on making Quincy relive the past, with increasingly dire consequences, all of which makes Quincy question why Sam is really seeking her out. And when new details about Lisa’s death come to light, Quincy’s life becomes a race against time as she tries to unravel Sam’s truths from her lies, evade the police and hungry reporters, and, most crucially, remember what really happened at Pine Cottage, before what was started ten years ago is finished.
Review:
Final Girls by Riley Sager focuses on common horror themes, but it packs the punch of a seasoned thriller. No fact presented throughout the book is solid, and the reader is thrust in and out of the past while reading. Sager packs Final Girls full of strong female characters as well as men who drive the plot. At no point during the novel was I certain that I knew what was going to happen, and Sager took me for all that I had. I will be reeling from the punches that Final Girls packed for quite some time!
“That’s why Quincy’s Sweets exists. When I graduated college with a marketing degree and moved to New York, I still thought of myself as a victim. So did everyone else. Baking seemed the only way to change that. I wanted to pour my runny, sloshing existence into a human-shaped mold and crank up the heat, emerging soft, springy, and new.”
Final Girls follows one of three “final girls” left in America. The book defines final girls as women who have survived brutal massacres and are often linked to horror-movie style fame. However, Quincy barely remembers anything from the massacre that she suffered through at a cabin in the woods. Her memory has been suppressed, and she shoves the past aside to try and make a “normal” future for herself. But when one of the three final girls, Lisa, ends up committing suicide, Quincy is woken from her quiet life since Lisa frantically emails her before her death. Suddenly, the last final girl, Sam, shows up on Quincy’s doorstep and the truth about the events surrounding Lisa’s death is shaken. Quincy begins to remember the events of her massacre throughout the book, and she begins to realize that nobody is trustworthy.
“I’m not talking about the press now. I’m talking about life. The world. It’s full of misfortune and unfairness and women like us getting hurt by men who should know better. And very few people actually give a shit. Even fewer of us actually get angry and take action.”
Sager provides a powerful book, but the layout was somewhat infuriating. Quincy is an unreliable narrator since she does not remember a lot of the events surrounding her life, and I had a hard time connecting with her. The reader was treated with brief scenes from the massacre that Quincy suffered through, but they were frequently interrupted with scenes from the present. This technique kept me on the edge of my seat, but I found the scenes from the present to be slow at times. I wanted to know more about the massacre that Quincy suffered through (being a horror fan) but I was disappointed in the lack of horror presented in the book.
However, the ending of Final Girls made the entire book worthwhile. It wound up all of the events that Sager threw at the reader, and I finally understood Quincy’s reasons for having memory loss. Final Girls ended up being a fantastic thriller with horror elements, and I would highly suggest it to anyone who would like a darker book that isn’t too scary.
