The Guardian of Eros: An #AMMCDFQ short story
This is a short story that will appear in A Merry Minion Christmas: Tales from the Realm of the Dark Fairy Queen, an anthology of fantastical Christmas stories. This project was made possible by the awesome Missy, Nick & Ruth.
Title: The Guardian of Eros
Author: Sarah Aisling
e-book: Yes
The Guardian of Eros
The magical chain binding the beautiful stallion to Luna begins to dissolve, and she knows he will soon appear on earth in human form. The horse snorts, pawing at the snow as if he knows something vital has changed. Luna located his soul mate on earth and is about to bring them together.
“Go forth and unite with the other half of you. Forget this place, but always be grateful for you have been chosen.” Luna lifts her arms high as the links disappear, leaving a smattering of magical dust in the air.
She watches as the image of a café appears in the midnight sky. Rose Monty sits at her usual table in the corner with her laptop and a latte. A handsome man appears at her side, and after a short conversation, he takes a seat. When they shake hands, an undeniable magic passes between them. Luna smiles with satisfaction. “My work is done here.”
Luna has been the Guardian of Eros for as long as she can recall. A long time ago, Luna’s human heart was broken. As she poised above an icy river one December, intent on ending her life, she was given a choice: become the Guardian of Eros whose sole purpose is to strengthen and maintain the bonds of true love, or make the plunge into the dark waters. Luna never had her happy ending, but she had the chance to help others navigate their way. She agreed and was gifted with immortality. Each time a match is imminent, Luna has three earth days to unite the couple or their chance will be lost. She hasn’t missed yet.
Although her chosen locale is on a snowy mountain ridge, Luna doesn’t feel the cold. Sunshine and ice feel the same to her . . . tepid. She no longer remembers her human existence or the heartbreak that led her to climb to the top of the bridge on that long ago night.
A tingle in her left palm indicates another match is imminent. Luna glances up at the heavens, assuming it’s where her benefactors reside, though she’s never actually seen them. “So soon? Rose just met her prince! I was hoping to observe just a bit longer.”
There is no response. Luna sighs as clouds roll in, obscuring the couple in the café. Watching others find true love has been her reward all these years. Hanging her head for a moment, she turns slowly to face her new recipient. The chain, now attached to her left palm, leads to a regal white leopard. Luna tilts her head, taking in his glorious white fur.
“Welcome. You’ll be here with me until I find your match. You certainly fit in with the landscape, don’t you? I’ll call you Snow.”
The leopard stares back stoically.
Luna evokes her sky screen and begins looking for Snow’s match. After several hours of scrying with no luck, Luna starts pacing. Her movement disturbs the leopard, who stalks back and forth restlessly.
“This has never happened before. I can’t even figure out what continent your mate is on!”
Snow regards her with piercing blue-gray eyes, then roars.
Luna glares at him, hands on hips. “You think I like this? I have a perfect track record!”
Snow waves a paw crankily before curling into a ball for a nap.
On day two, Luna becomes frantic. “Please, someone up there? This isn’t working! It’s unfair to expect me to find Snow’s match and unite them within three earth days if my magic isn’t working! Hello? Hello?” She yells and gestures up at the clouds. Apparently, her magic is stuck on the snowy mountain ridge setting, too—try as she might, the landscape won’t change.
Day three is more of the same. As the hours dwindle, Luna sinks into a sobbing heap in a snowdrift. “I’m so sorry, Snow. I don’t think we’re going to make it in time.”
The leopard draws close to her side, letting out rumbling purrs.
Three hours later, Luna feels the links dissolve, and Snow simply fades away. There’s only one other time in her long existence Luna’s felt this much agony. Inconsolable over the fates of Snow and his intended, she eventually falls into a deep sleep.
Luna awakens cold, wet, and miserable. Auburn hair hangs in lank strands against her shoulders, and her bones ache deeply. Have the Gods decided to punish her for failing?
With no coat and inadequate shoes, it’s apparent Luna must find shelter. She struggles through the snow, following a faint glow in the distance and finally comes upon a stately home with candles glowing in each window. She rushes up the steps and rings the bell.
A handsome man opens the door, startled to see her.
“Sir, can you help me? It’s f-freezing.”
“What in the world are you doing way out here on foot with no coat?” He opens the door wide, welcoming her inside.
The house is warm and cozy with a fire burning in the hearth. Luna rushes over to the fire to warm her hands.
“I’m Jake Adams.”
“Luna.”
“Really?” Jake laughs.
Luna glances over her shoulder curiously. “My name is funny to you?”
Jake shakes his head. “No, it’s just—this is going to sound really weird, but I think I have something for you.” He leaves the room for a moment and returns with an envelope, which he holds out to Luna. “Someone left it in my mailbox this morning.”
The plain white envelope has her name written on the front. Luna opens it with shaking fingers and slips a letter out.
Dear Luna,
You have been a most excellent Guardian of Eros all these years. You always go above and beyond, doing your work with grace and pride, but now it’s time to hand the reigns over to your successor.
As a reward for your past sacrifices, we are granting your most secret wish. Not being able to find Snow’s soul mate wasn’t a failure on your part; she just wasn’t human yet. Now you are.
Merry Christmas, Luna.
Thank you for reading! Please visit the link below to read other stories from the collection.
Give Santa a Hand: An #AMMCDFQ Short Story
This is a short story that will appear in A Merry Minion Christmas: Tales from the Realm of the Dark Fairy Queen, an anthology of fantastical Christmas stories. This project was made possible by the awesome Missy, Nick & Ruth.
Title: Give Santa a Hand
Author: Sarah Aisling
e-book: Yes
Give Santa a Hand
Detective Nolan Hamilton ducked under the crime scene tape strung across the smoked glass doors and entered the opulent lobby of Baum, Abraham, and Kaminski. He shook out his trench, sending icy droplets into the air, and sighed heavily, dreaming of his warm apartment and the movie marathon he’d been forced to abandon—not to mention that bottle of Wild Turkey with its foil wrap still intact.
Officer Rhonda Jamison awaited him on the 18th floor, long, flame-red hair loose around her narrow shoulders. He’d never seen her hair down before, nor had he seen her in a knit emerald wrap dress that hugged her curves, while her stiletto heels brought the two of them unnervingly eye to eye.
“Jamison.” Nolan nodded and swallowed. “What have we got?”
“Another holiday party murder.”
Nolan glanced around the undisturbed landscape of the sleek office. “Where?”
“Copy room.” Rhonda led the way, giving Nolan a private viewing of her sashaying hips.
Why had he never noticed her feminine beauty before? He’d always considered Rhonda “one of the guys” in dress blues with no makeup and her hair pulled severely back from her angular face.
Nolan cleared his throat. “I see your evening was disturbed, too.”
Rhonda glanced back at him, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “A gathering with friends. You?”
“Me, too.”
Rhonda’s eyes traveled over Nolan’s lanky frame, taking in his typical uniform of black slacks, white button-down, and signature well-worn trench, then cocked an eyebrow. “Must have been pretty wild.”
Nolan floundered under her intense stare.
“Here we are.” Rhonda offered a saucy smile and swept her arm toward a frosted glass door.
Officer Grant nodded their way and stepped aside. Nolan and Rhonda pulled on latex gloves before entering the room. Rhonda flicked the switch just inside; bars of fluorescents flickered and hummed to life.
For a moment, Nolan was taken aback. The rest of the building was decorated in neutral grays, but this room held a jarring burst of color. He glanced at the long table along one wall, multiple copy machines, and cabinetry before realizing crimson wasn’t part of the décor. The killer had used the room as a canvas for macabre abstract art. Above the copy machines, CHEATER was painted in stark lettering.
The floor was littered with photocopies as if the machines had gone mad and spewed hundreds of pages. In a shadowed corner of the room, he knew he’d find a handless victim.
The coppery stench of blood danced its way up Nolan’s nostrils. Even after ten years on the force, his stomach still rolled a little. “Who’s the unlucky bastard?”
“Kaminski.”
Nolan’s eyebrows shot up. “The senior partner?”
“Yup.”
Nolan ran a rough hand over his face. There had been seven murders so far, all involving holiday parties. Each time, a handless body was left behind along with a verifiable accusation against the victim. They had no suspects, and the mayor’s office was leaning heavily on the department to make an arrest.
“Shit. The mayor’s going to go ballistic.”
“Maybe not.” Rhonda offered up a satisfied smile that sent a thrill through Nolan for more than one reason. “We caught a bit of a break.”
“What break?”
“You know my theory that there’s a common thread here? Take a look at this.” Rhonda pulled a business card from her purse and handed it to Nolan.
The real Saint Nick will be the life of your next event! Available for corporate parties, photo shoots, and fund raisers. Book early—dates go fast.
Nolan flipped the card over to a picture of a jolly looking Santa posing in front of a fireplace. “Oookay . . .”
“This particular Santa was present at all the events in question.”
* * *
Nick Santos’ chubby fingers drummed against the table in the interrogation room. His back ached, and his sciatic nerve throbbed like a bad toothache. The cops had been grilling him for hours, accusing him of being the Holiday Slayer.
Detective Hamilton slapped a stack of photos on the table. The glossy paper did a slow slide, fanning out in a flip show of horror. Walls splashed with blood. Frozen hands.
Nick waved a meaty hand. “Why are you showing me these?”
“Recognize this shot, Mr. Santos?” Hamilton slid a photo in front of him.
“Hey, that’s my house! How’d you get in?”
“It’s called a warrant.” He slid another photo in front of Nick and tapped a finger on it. “Got you dead to rights.”
Nick’s face turned purple. “What? You planted evidence! I didn’t kill nobody!”
“I suppose we also fabricated the DNA you left at the crime scenes? Better get yourself a kick-ass lawyer, Santos. You’re going down—it’s just a matter of for how long.”
“No. I’ve been good . . .” Nick shook his head. Ever since that night.
“We found something else of interest in the course of our investigation.” Hamilton leaned back in his chair casually and tossed another photo down. “This has been missing since the Bellamy slaying four years ago.”
Icy prickles climbed Nick’s spine at the sight of the ugly statue, an artifact found in a tomb by Jason Bellamy during an archaeological expedition. The hollow eyes stared up at him, hideous even in a photograph. It was supposedly a karmic totem.
Of the group of four men that had conspired to steal it, Nick was the only one remaining. Lefty was hit by a train. Bart was currently lolling behind the walls of a sanitarium. Mike had hung himself, leaving behind a cryptic note that said You win.
“Where did you find it?”
“Sitting on your mantle.”
Nick’s chair scraped against the floor as he pushed back from the table. “That’s impossible!”
“Why’s that?”
Because we all agreed to bury it after weird shit started happening.
Jason Bellamy and his wife came home early that night. Mike and Lefty slaughtered them; Nick and Bart watched. And now the statue they’d buried was back—for him.
Nick nodded, ready to accept his punishment for being a coward. “I confess.”
In the evidence room, the eyes of the statue glowed crimson for a moment before fading back to muddy brown.
Thank you for reading! Please visit the link below to read other stories from the collection.
Author Interview, Review, and Giveaway: Where We Fell
I’d like to welcome to Amber L. Johnson, author of the upcoming novella, Where We Fell. I had the opportunity to interview Ms. Johnson about her debut novella and her writing journey. Be sure to check out my review of Where We Fell, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway before you go!
Tell us a bit about what inspired you to write Where We Fell. Did the story turn out exactly as you envisioned at the beginning, and if not, how did things change?
I was inspired to write the story for many reasons. I support Stand Up to Cancer, and have been participating in cancer compilations for charity for a few years. Initially, I’d been asked to participate in a compilation and started writing the story as a very (very) short 5,000 word piece.
As I began to write it, it felt like it needed to be longer and I asked a few friends to look it over and they unanimously said to go with it. That said; the story is directly inspired by my cousin’s lymphoma diagnosis and subsequent treatments when she was 16. I didn’t want to tell her story exactly, because it’s not my story to tell. But I wanted to honor her in the novella, so I placed it in her hometown of Perry, Ga. Then I made the protagonist a boy.
The only thing that really changed was the ending. We originally had an image that we wanted to use for the cover that reflected the ending I had wanted to write – but we didn’t get it. So I changed the epilogue.
Where We Fell touches on some emotionally charged subject matter—from what it feels like to receive a cancer diagnosis to how it affects the people around the patient. What research went into writing the story and how did writing it affect you?
I think cancer touches all of us at one point in our lives, and the reactions we have to it are what fascinates me the most. A couple of years ago, I had a doctor tell me that she thought I had a brain tumor. I remember thinking that I wasn’t one of those types of people that you see on the internet that are like “I’m a fighter!” I felt numb and disassociated with it. And then I saw my mother law go through thyroid cancer – she called on a Wednesday and said she’d be in surgery on Friday and “I’ll call ya later.” The scope of reactions to the same disease are what compelled me to delve deeper.
I had two nurses reading along as I wrote, and (aside from knowing what my cousin endured) I found the blog of a guy in his twenties who had lymphoma and followed his treatments, and the time frame of how long it took him to recover.
The only time I became overly affected was thinking of how my family members and close friends would react to how I had presented the subject matter. I didn’t, in any way, want to exploit their pain – our pain – or the pain that anyone experiences during such a hard time in life.
Describe your journey to becoming an author.
I don’t think it’s a secret that I wrote fanfiction for three years. In that time, I wrote 16 complete stories – over 10 of them were novel length. I began writing ‘books’ when I was little. My mom still has the first one that I wrote, “There’s a Demon in My Room.” It’s a bunch of stapled together post-it-notes that I illustrated as well. By the time I was nine, I had started five novels – inspired by my love of R.L. Stine and his Goosebumps series. I kept diaries and journals, wrote poetry through my teenage years, and then when I fell in love at seventeen, The Boy became my main focal point and I kind of let it fall by the wayside. It wasn’t until I started writing again a few years ago that I realized how damn much I missed it.
What’s been your biggest challenge as an author, and how have you overcome it?
About a year and a half ago, I experienced an avalanche of bad things happening in my life. Added to all of the personal things, I was receiving some bad … attention … on social media. I reacted badly to it, and it affected me in ways I didn’t think were possible. It definitely made writing hard – I can usually crank out 180,000 words in about 3 months. But I struggled to get even 20,000 in 6 months time. I felt I wasn’t good or didn’t have the talent. With the help of a close handful of friends, I pushed through and took a chance. I chose to believe in myself.
What projects do you have on the horizon?
I currently have another novella that I’m hoping to finish within the next few months, and I have started three complete novels that I have the first three chapters of (or more) each. I’m outlining more. So, I don’t think I’ll be stopping any time soon.
Tell us something fun or quirky about you most people wouldn’t know.
I’m allergic to sleeves. Like, sleeves on clothes. Honest to God, I can’t wear them without breaking out into hives!
Sorry to hear about the rough patch you went through, but I’m glad you were able to push past it. You’re a talented author, and I look forward to reading your future offerings.
Amber L. Johnson’s WHERE WE FELL is COMING SOON!
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Sarah Aisling – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
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First Page to the Last – BOOK SPOTLIGHT
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Lisa Bilbrey – REVIEW
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Fandom Fanatic – AUTHOR GUEST POST – Writing from a male point of view
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Review, Tens List, and Giveaway: The Ivory Tower by Kirstin Pulioff
Today I have a tens list from author, Kirstin Pulioff. Enjoy the post; check out my review of her fascinating short story, The Ivory Tower; and don’t forget to enter the giveaway before you go!
Thank you so much for having me here today. I am excited to be on your blog sharing a bit about myself and my new short story, The Ivory Tower. As an author of fantasy, both this YA dystopian and a MG fantasy adventure, I am often asked why I write in the genre. I thought I would give you my top ten reasons.
Top Ten reasons I LOVE fantasy
10. The genre covers EVERYTHING… from super heroes, Disney heroines, wizards, vampires, talking animals, spooky creatures, and magic.
9. Fantasy is the ultimate escape of reality. With fantasy you have new worlds, new creatures, and new histories.
8. What you know may not be true, and what you wish may become real.
7. Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, the scoundrel who rescues you and becomes the good guy… does it get better than that?
6. No matter what loops and turns the story takes, good always triumphs over evil.
5. The hero’s journey… getting lost in the adventures of new discoveries, rescues, and fighting evil.
4. Only in fantasy can you get away with wearing a cape and leotard.
3. Did I mention all the good looking heroes?
2. The coolest of costumes and accessories… magic wands, belt buckles, capes, cool cars, fancy dresses.
1. Everyone lives Happily Ever After
277 –the number sewn into Simone’s shirt. The number that dictates her life
at the protection camp. Regulated by a system of ringing bells, fortified cars, and
rations, the survivors are protected from residual contaminates on the other side of
the wall.
Breaking the monotony of the highly structured camp, Simone and her friend skip
school to enjoy one of the last nice days of fall. An afternoon game leads them to a
new part of the forest, uncovering more than they expected. All thoughts of
protection and rules are shattered by the appearance of the ivory tower. A tower
riddled with a history of danger and death.
When her friend shows up with a bruised face and thinly veiled threats, Simone has
to decide how much she is willing to risk to find out the truth of the tower.
Author Bio:
Kirstin Pulioff is a storyteller at heart. Born and raised in Southern California, she
moved to the Pacific Northwest to follow her dreams and graduated from Oregon State
University with a degree in Forest Management. Happily married and a mother of two, she lives
in Oregon, and enjoys being a stay at home mom. When she’s not writing, she is busy with her
kids and church. This is Kirstin’s first venture into YA Dystopian, her other published work
includes a middle grade fantasy series.
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Cover Reveal: Honour by M.B. Feeney
M. B. Feeney is excited to present the cover for her upcoming release, Honour. A collection of 6 short stories with a military theme.
Due for release on 1st November in remembrance of those who have given their lives as part of their job to protect others in times of unrest.
Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has a novel under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, is due for release 1st November 2013. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.
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Guest Post & Giveaway: Sorrow’s Point
Not all exorcists are created equal- especially those that are “marked”.
When defrocked ex-priest, Jimmy Holiday, agrees to help an old friend’s sick daughter, Lucy, he unearths unexpected horrors. Blackmoor, his friend’s new residence, has a dark history that makes it appear almost alive. Jimmy must decide if Lucy is only ill, or if the haunting of the house and her apparent possession are real.
After the house begins affecting him as well; seeing colors of magic and his voice taking on an unusual power, Jimmy discovers that he is apparently “marked”. Whatever being “marked” means, Jimmy doesn’t care. He wants to help Lucy. Helping Lucy means performing the exorcism.
Jimmy knows the ceremony, but it’s belief that matters. And if a demon is using a little girl as a meatsuit, his faith had better be strong enough to kick it back to Hell. Otherwise, he might damn them both.
How to be an Exorcist in Three Easy Lessons by Jimmy Holiday
I don’t proclaim to be an expert on any of this. In fact, I consider myself somewhat of an idiot. I just have this… I don’t know what you’d want to call it. Desire to save people, maybe?
I’ve seen stuff I wish I hadn’t by now, but since the other side is aware of me, well, it’s not like I can just quit. So, I figured I might as well talk about how to do this the right way instead of the way I’ve been doing it.
One: Get a degree in psychology or psychiatry. There are a lot of mental disorders that can seem like possession, but aren’t. You can’t rely on a “creepy” feeling. A psychotic is creepy as hell.
Two: Become a priest, or if female, talk to your local priest about wanting to volunteer for the diocese’s exorcist. It is kind of hard to break in that way, but keep trying. If you are working toward becoming a priest, mention your desire to go to Rome to study at the school for exorcism.
Three: Be prepared to lose everything. You have no control over what happens with a demon. A real demon is serious business, and yes, you or your possessee may get severely injured or die.
I might be a total goofball, but don’t make the mistake of thinking all of this is a joke because it’s not. In fact, you’d be better not following my advice at all. Avoid the whole thing.
Bio:
Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write.
When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.
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Interview and Giveaway: Beneath the Rainbow by Lisa Shambrook
Fellow inkslinger Lisa Shambrook is with me today, celebrating the re-release of her novel Beneath the Rainbow. Enjoy the excerpt of this fascinating tale, my interview with Lisa, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway before you go!
“It’s those silly dreams that keep us alive.”
Dreams define us, shape us and realise our potential…they make us who we are.
Freya won’t let death stand in her way.
When she dies Freya knows she needs to move on, but is caught within her mother’s grief and the discovery of terminally ill Old Thomas. Finding she can affect the lives of those beyond her heaven she fights to reach her mother and wants to help Thomas realise his final dream.
Meanwhile, her family finds her own list of goals and soon discovers that Thomas has a burning desire to ride a motorbike.
Freya intends to create a rainbow, the last item on her list, to reach her mother, but her pale arcs won’t achieve closure. She needs scarlet like remembrance poppies then sunset orange and sunflower yellow. She makes green like her willow and blue like daddy’s t-shirt. Finally conjuring indigo, the shade of deepening night and violet to match Purple Ted…
Beneath these colours will Freya reach her mother, wait for Old Thomas and be ready to move on?
Discover the importance of dreams and fulfilment in Freya’s heart-breaking and uplifting tale of grief, hope, triumph and joy.
Is your skin prickling yet? I know I have the shivers…
Rachel reached for the remote control and switched off the television. The silence was consuming. Freya relaxed into a lotus position on the floor and watched her mother. Rachel stared at her fingers for a long time, tugging at the quick on her forefinger, before eventually biting off the offending scrap of skin. She ran her fingers over her cheek, and across her lips, as if trying to retrace the kisses left there by Jasmine. Then she began to chew a fingernail and her eyes travelled across the room.
They didn’t settle on Freya sat in front of her, but on Freya’s image opposite on the mantel.
It was her favourite photograph of her daughter. One she’d taken in the woods behind the house. Freya was wearing fairy wings; you couldn’t really see them, because her face filled the frame, but they were there, gauzy and lilac behind her dark hair. She’d been dancing through the trees, singing and chattering, and Rachel had followed with the camera poised for what seemed like ages…then Freya turned and in that split second Rachel caught her, froze the moment of magic forever.
Freya’s upturned nose was creased as her mouth formed a huge, open smile and her green, pixie eyes twinkled as the sun sparkled. Both innocence and mischief were captured on the little girl’s face, melded together, and Rachel loved the picture.
Joe had suggested it was the photo they should give to the police, the one that got shown on the news and the one that depicted Freya forever in the papers, but Rachel refused. She didn’t want that picture tainted, didn’t want it connected in any way with her death, so the traditional school photo had been the one that found its way on to the television and newspapers. It wasn’t even this photograph that appeared in the chapel at the funeral, this one was special; this one belonged to Freya and Rachel, Joe and Jasmine.
She stared at the image and smiled. Then she let the silent tears loose and allowed them to slip down her cheeks unchecked.
Freya watched.
When Joe came back in, he glanced at his wife and carefully shut the door. He gently sat down and took her in his arms.
“It was the photo…” she began.
“I know, I know…”
He held her as she wept, and his tears mingled with hers.
Freya breathed slowly and quietly, until it occurred to her that she wasn’t breathing at all. Her body was still doing what she expected, although it no longer needed to. It was a strange sensation to not breathe, but as natural as breathing itself. Instead she listened to her parents’ ragged breaths until they had both cried themselves out.
The room was silent except for the odd sigh and sniff, and her parents relaxed their hold on each other. Joe pulled himself up in his chair and held out his arm, as before, so Rachel could lean close and he could wrap it around her shoulder. They settled and Rachel closed her eyes.
Freya’s soul, she now knew it wasn’t her heart anymore, yearned to reach them. She, very slowly, got to her feet and stood before them. “I’m here…” she whispered once more then she carefully, almost reverently, climbed up onto her father’s lap.
She traced her mother’s cheek with her finger and placed a tiny kiss on her father’s. Then she closed her eyes and curled her ghostly form between them.
She was there.
Here’s my interview with Lisa Shambrook:
1. Tell us a bit about what inspired you to write Beneath the Rainbow. Did the story turn out exactly as you envisioned at the beginning, and if not, how did things change?
I was walking through our local park when the first line of the book leaped into my head and I couldn’t shake it… “Freya was seven-years-old when she got hit by the car, it was a 4×4 with a bull bar.” The line shocked me, and my immediate reaction was how could I write a book that began with the death of a child? I came home and scrawled it out in my notebook and spent the next few hours crafting the first chapter. I was completely drawn into the grief her family suffered and imagined how it would appear to a child on the other side of Heaven.
It was a story that flowed and I was determined to weave both grief and joy into the tale. It turned out as I wanted, and was a huge change from the children’s fantasy adventures I’d been writing before! It was the first novel I felt good enough to publish and I’ve been blown away by readers’ lovely reactions!
2. Describe your journey to writing.
I used to write very, very long stories for homework at school and filled notebooks with stories at home; so I’ve always loved writing, however, I didn’t take it seriously until I had just had my third child and read the first Harry Potter almost fourteen years ago. I suddenly thought “I could do that!” and did, spending the next decade writing for my children. Then in 2011 I discovered social media and flash fiction, and learned a huge amount about the writing industry. Flash honed my writing and editing skills immeasurably and my writing community online have been priceless!
3. What’s been your biggest challenge as an author, and how have you dealt with it?
Marketing! I’m a quiet, private person and putting myself out there is so difficult. These days writing is not just about the book you write, but you become part of the package, so being able to promote yourself is essential. Learning self-confidence among other wonderful writers online has been incredibly valuable!
4. What projects do you have on the horizon?
I am currently editing the sequel to ‘Beneath the Rainbow’ called ‘Beneath the Old Oak’, aiming to release it at the end of next Summer. A third book in the series is also filling my head with ideas for NaNoWriMo…so I’ll be both writing and editing!
5. Tell us something fun or quirky about you most people wouldn’t know.
I have an anxiety disorder and a touch of OCD…and I’m drawn to acorn cups. I know it sounds odd, but I have an interestingly large supply of acorn cups, which I tend to carry around with me (one at a time, of course!). I justify it as my ‘totem’ like in ‘Inception’…and as I’m a bit of a dreamer it helps me keep my feet on the ground! They fit perfectly on my finger tip…um, quirky enough?
That is awesomely quirky! Thank you so much for sharing with us.
Bio
Born and raised in vibrant Brighton, England, Lisa’s lyrical writing is emotional and imaginative. She concentrates on description and colour, and hopes her readers will easily visualise the narrative. Her first book ‘Beneath the Rainbow’ is available on Amazon in paperback and ebook.
A wife and mother, Lisa draws inspiration from family life, faith, memory and imagination. After having her first of three children, Lisa has lived in Carmarthen, West Wales, another town rich in legend and lore.
Lisa loves family time, walking the family’s excitable German Shepherd, beaches, scrap-booking, photography, art and last, but not least, writing…she says “There is nothing better than escaping and immersing yourself in a good story!”
You can follow her blog at www.thelasykrystallos.blogspot.co.uk
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Summary:
Oliver Bishop is having a seriously bad day. With one diagnosis, his life suddenly has an expiration date. Confused about the numbness he has to the idea of it, he unwittingly puts himself directly in the sights of a girl that just may give him a reason to fight – and to live.
Cover Reveal: Tales from the End
From the author of The End of All Things comes a collection of short stories about the Infection that swept around the globe, decimating the population, and leaving behind a small number of survivors, unprepared to deal with the brutal new world which had replaced the one they’d known.
The End of All Things told the story of Carly Daniels, a young woman in Juneau, Alaska, left in a state of shock after the virus ravaged her home town. She ekes out a meager existence by scavenging for herself and Sam, the wolf puppy she found starving in the streets. Sam gives her a reason to keep going when giving up seems like the more attractive option.
Carly is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier who is intent on making his way to a warmer climate before the winter sets in. Justin coaxes her out of her hiding place and convinces her to join him on his journey. They travel across a shattered nation in search of a safe place to settle, but it’s also a journey into love. There is still hope, a light among the shadows. If the old world is gone, it is up to the survivors to build a new one.
Carly finds strength in her faith that things can be even better than they were before, that compassion and charity are not luxuries; they are what make us human. Life endures, and so does love. The End of All Things is only a beginning.
Excerpt from The End of All Things:
Two days later, they were out of food again, and Carly was faced with the prospect of trying to make it out to the store.
Sam swatted his metal bowl with his paw, and then stared down at it with a hint of expectation, as if rattling it would make food appear. Perhaps, in his little doggy head it did, because Carly had always filled it whenever she heard the bowl clatter on the floor.
Carly went over to the window to peek out at Biker Guy. Still there. Yesterday, she had gathered all of her courage and gone down to the lobby door again, but he had met her there with another Hello, and she’d panicked and darted back upstairs.
He was looking up at her window. He waved and reached down beside his bucket to pick up something that looked like a large white sheet of poster board. He held it up, and she could see the words he’d painted on it in black: PLEASE DON’T BE AFRAID. I WON’T HURT YOU.
He dropped the top poster to reveal another beneath it: I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
Carly thought that was highly unlikely. Whatever this guy wants, it isn’t just a scintillating conversation.
He held up another sign: I’M REALLY A NICE GUY. HONEST.
Yeah, like he’d tell me if he wasn’t.
He grinned as he held up the last board: SURRENDER, DOROTHY.
Carly had to giggle, but it faded as she realized it was the first time she’d laughed since the Crisis. She retreated and let the curtain drop. Indecision gnawed at her. She had to get food, and that meant confronting Biker Guy, whether she liked it or not.
Author Bio
Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot … though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.
Her first novel, Ghostwriter, is available through The Writer’s Coffee Shop (which is the least expensive option), Amazon, iTunes, and Kobo. Her second novel, The End of All Things, was released on January 24, 2013, and is available through TWCS, Amazon, and iTunes. She also has a short story in the Romantic Interludes anthology, available from TWCS, Amazon and iTunes. Her third novel, Under These Restless Skies, is scheduled for release in spring of 2014.
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