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Novel Magic: Impetus Toward Ireland by Judith Sterling

It’s that time of year again when strange stirrings rustle the dry leaves and half-seen shadows melt into the moonlit forest. Something tells me Judith Sterling, my guest on Novel Magic today, understands the whispers in the ether better than most. Find out how she discovered a startling truth about herself and how she incorporates her passions for history and the paranormal into fantastic books.

Impetus Toward Ireland by Judith Sterling

One night in the summer before my senior year of high school, I kicked off my bedcovers with a vengeance.  I snatched my glasses from the nightstand and glared at the ticking clock.

1:00 a.m. and all was NOT well.

I’d fidgeted for almost two hours, and sleep remained a stranger.  Rolling my eyes, I abandoned my bed, then slunk through the house and out the back door.

Humidity hugged my skin like a second aura.  With a sigh, I pushed up the sleeves of my nightgown and scanned the backyard.  Spanish moss dangled from the oak trees.  Moonlight touched the pool.  Frogs croaked their hardest, but the sharp drone of crickets stole the show.

“Why am I so restless?” I asked aloud.  “How can you yearn for something you can’t even name?”

As though sharing a private joke, the stars above winked.

The night held no answers; the mosquitoes showed no mercy.  So I stole back into the house to worship the miracle of air conditioning and find something to read.

In the living room, I searched the shelves until my gaze locked on a book I’d never seen:  Ireland – A Picture Book to Remember Her By.  I grabbed it and settled on the velvet couch.

From the moment I opened the book, I changed.  Waves of emotion rushed over me:  love, sorrow, and strangest of all, homesickness.  Gratitude flooded my heart and mind, for this was what I’d sought.  I turned each page with reverence, melding my being with the images thereon.

It was crazy.  I was born and raised in blazingly hot, equatorial Florida, about as far from Ireland and its blissfully cool climate as you can get.  Before that night, I’d never considered the Emerald Isle.  Not once.  Now my whole life seemed to have led me to the discovery that I was somehow linked to that distant land.

Desire and will swelled within me, and I squeezed the book to my chest.  I knew what I must do.

I jumped up and raced to my sleeping parents’ bedroom.  “Mom!  Dad!”

My father grunted, but my mother bolted upright in bed.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  I just wanted to tell you my decision.  I’m going to Ireland.”

She squinted.  “What, tonight?”

“No, but soon.  I have to go.”

Dad rolled over.  A rumble of complaint sounded, either from his throat or his stomach.

Mom glanced at the clock, then sank back onto her pillow.  “Fine.  But let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?”

When morning arrived, I did more than talk.  Truth be told, I ate far too many donuts, but I must’ve burned off the calories during my impassioned plea.  It was Ireland or bust!  My unsuspecting parents didn’t know what to make of my new obsession, but Dad informed me my great-grandfather had emigrated from Ireland in 1914.  How this fact escaped my notice for 17 years is beyond me, but now that I knew of my Irish heritage, I was unstoppable.

My grandfather had the address of our Irish cousins in County Kilkenny, and I obtained it faster than you can say Éirinn go Brách.  Soon after, I became pen pals with one of the cousins, and we exchanged letters, photos, and even a phone call over the next 10 months.

My enthusiasm for Ireland was contagious, and by senior graduation, three round-trip plane tickets waited on my parents’ desk.  The Three Musketeers—Mom, Dad, and I—were bound for Shannon Airport.

Excitement forbade sleep on the long flight over, so after we’d shuffled through customs, traded dollars for pounds, and procured our rental car, we drove straight to our bed-and-breakfast in the village of Bunratty and took a nap.  When I awoke hours later, Mom informed me I’d spoken Irish in my sleep.

My instincts implored me to pay attention.  From the moment I stepped foot on Irish soil, I felt I’d come home.  This was no shallow sentiment; it was a gut reaction, a reunion with a piece of my soul.

Ireland’s landscape was as gorgeous as its people were gracious, but my response to its beauty seemed greatest in Killarney.  There, while bouncing in the back of a jaunting car, I became one with my surroundings.  The cool wind caressed my cheeks and whipped my long, blonde hair into a wild mass which would’ve made any banshee proud.  Low-hanging, purple clouds harmonized with rippling lakes, and the gentle slope of mountains accompanied them.  Flowering bushes, rustling trees, and fertile soil moist with promise completed the symphony.  Each note had perfect pitch.  Every phrase was pure magic.

When our driver reined in his horse, my parents jumped from the carriage, eager to tour Muckross House.  I shared their enthusiasm but was so caught up in nature’s melody I didn’t want the ride to end.  Still, history summoned me, so I followed their lead and strode toward the house.

Abruptly, I hesitated.  The lake to my right seemed familiar.  The adjacent parkland beckoned, but I had to resist its pull.  With our jam-packed schedule, an amble through the woods was out of the question.

Years later, I would explore those woods and discover a surprising piece to add to my life’s puzzle.  Once again that night, Mom heard me speaking Irish in my sleep.

In my latest release, The Cauldron Stirred, seventeen-year-old Ashling Donoghue has a similar experience.  And she not only visits Killarney, but gets to live there.  Ah, the magic of fiction!

 

Excerpt from The Cauldron Stirred:

            A sudden, resounding chime pierced the silence. Then another rang out, and another. It sounded like the peal of a gigantic grandfather clock. The wind began to howl.

            “Midnight.” He turned and pointed. “Look!”

            From the mouth of the cave burst a symphony of specters. There were hunters on horseback and wailing hounds. Flying above and behind them were hundreds of nocturnal creatures. Living gargoyles. Gray ghosts. Copper red birds. Dark angels with massive, black-feather wings.

            I suppose I should’ve been scared. But for someone like me, who’d embraced the magic and mystery of Halloween from day one, the Wild Hunt was a glorious sight. The stroke of midnight, the rushing wind, the mad pursuit across land and sky: all stirred my soul.

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A bit more about Judith.

Judith Sterling’s love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Flight of the Raven and Soul of the Wolf are part of her medieval romance series, The Novels of Ravenwood. The Cauldron Stirred is the first book in her young adult paranormal series, Guardians of Erin.  Written under Judith Marshall, her nonfiction books—My Conversations with Angels and Past Lives, Present Stories—have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.

 

 

Find Judith online and get news about her latest releases. 

Website – https://judithmarshallauthor.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/judithsterlingfiction/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16291161.Judith_Sterling

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MT3KB7L

The Wild Rose Press – https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/2212_judith-sterling

Book News, Virus College, and Healing Magic

Here we are at the Autumnal Equinox and I have to marvel at how quickly the summer flashed by. And what a summer it was! Let’s hope Mother Earth calms down a bit—but sometimes you just have to scream and throw things before anybody pays attention. Who can blame her?

Things are brewing in Sorchia’s Universe—as they always do at this time of year.

  • Look for a bunch of guest posts on Halloweenie topics from now through October AND a sale on Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones at the end of October.
  • I’m teaming up with several outstanding authors to present a newsletter. This month, my contribution is a recipe from the Scotch and Salad Diet. You’ll also find freebies and giveaways galore. Sign up the newsletter HERE.
  • Witchling, An Anthology of Zoraida Grey Short Stories is nearing completion and will be available to subscribers to this blog for free for a limited time. I hope this is available by Halloween, but I’m not totally in control of that. Fireworks will explode right here when it happens.
  • Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen is in the pipeline. More news soon on release date, cover reveal, and all the other bits and pieces that go with it.
  • Zoraida Grey and the Pictish Runes is in progress. I’m about 20 K in and you’ll be seeing snippets and tales from research in the coming months. My goal is to get the manuscript to my editor by the end of the year but we’ll see how that goes.
  • I didn’t do a fantastic job of getting the word out about my Novel Magic guests, so here are links to some excellent books for Autumn Reading.

Why Be Normal When You can be PARANormal? by Debra Doggett

New Release in Casi McLean’s Lake Lanier Mystery Series

Some Whisper, Some Shout by K.K. Weil

Paranormal Elements to Boost Mainstream Stories by Connie Johnson Hambley

Now, I have to apologize for being AWOL for August and most of September. I’ve had some sort of brain-zapping, energy-sucking mutant virus which infiltrated my personal biosphere sometime in July and not only made itself comfortable but built a duplex and invited its college buddies over for the summer.

Yes, my virus went to Virus College.

DLGNCE body sick cold GIF

Mercifully, I don’t remember most of it since I self-medicated myself to the edge of a coma. I’m afraid I lost a few brain cells. Unfortunately, I did not lose any appreciable weight. This is how illness works for me—all the suffering and none of the benefits. Nobody felt sorry for me (I did quite a lot of this all by myself, but it would have been nice). Nobody took care of me. And I still don’t fit into my skinny jeans.

Now that I’m on the road to recovery, it’s time to make good on those fever-induced promises I made to the Universe.

As far as I can recall, one of them was to cut down on the drinking—only on holidays. Fortunately, we pagans have a holiday of one kind or another at least twice a month—so there’s a little wiggle room with this one.

Another promise was to lose weight—which means getting back to the exercise and healthy diet which resulted in a loss of about thirty pounds a few years ago. Unfortunately, many of those pounds have crept back when I wasn’t looking. So back to square one.

And all that got me thinking about those little gems of healing magic I’ve come across as I researched.

I did a whole series on healing crystals. Here is one post which will lead you to the others. OR you can select the Category Crystal Fix from the category list on the right.

Crystal Fix: Beryl

 

Stones, Gems, Minerals, Crystal

Novel Magic: Why Be Normal When You Can Be PARAnormal? by Debra Doggett

Bone of My Bones by Debra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.com

It will be a sub-zero diurnal passage in the infernal pit of Abaddon when any miscreant soul dares call Sorchia’s Universe NORMAL. We totally and unequivocally agree with our guest, Debra Doggett. Normal is for wimps!!

Tell us what you think and check out her new book while you’re at it!

Why Be Normal When You Can Be PARAnormal?

By Debra Doggett

It’s possible that I’m the most mundane person you’d ever meet. I can’t predict the future, read auras, uncover psychic secrets, or reveal your past incarnations. Also, I don’t suck blood, howl at the moon, or transform into another, far more exotic shape. Probably I could make you smile, but that isn’t as hard as it sounds with most people. None of those gifts were part of my inheritance from my very nice, but mundane parents. Life, from this beginning, should have been quite normal.

The gift I was born with, however, is imagination. Lots and lots of imagination. Never one to waste a gift, I found that my imagination preferred people, places and things that were far from normal. Be a cheerleader? Nope, who settles for that? I wanted to be a time traveler instead. Trapped at home with small children? Minions, where do you think the idea of minions came from? Trust me, children really go with the flow when it involves imagination.

Imagination puts me anywhere I want to be, offers me any skill that intrigues me and places some of the most interesting people right in front of me. When I first began writing, I listened to as much information on the craft as I could find. Some folks will tell writers to write what they know. This piece of advice stuck out in my mind. I did take that one to heart, though I doubt it was in the way they meant. I do know what the bloodlust of a vampire feels like. My imagination tells me (along with the imagination of some other wonderful writers). I know how breathless it can be hurtling through space, or how the moonlit howl of a werewolf mid-transformation can speed up your heart.

Someone once asked me how hard it was to come up with my ideas. I didn’t know how to explain to them that there was never a time, day, or night, when ideas weren’t whizzing through my brain. My mind, my imagination, operates at warp speed with no notice of time. Not a good pace for sleeping, but one that means I must only grab a thought and go with it and bam! it’s another story. Thanks to my imagination, I can take that thought far beyond what’s normal.

 

A little About Debra Doggett

I’ve been many things in my life: actor, filmmaker, historian, writer, but putting words to paperDebra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.com is the most satisfying. After years of moving around the US, I’ve settled in the desert of New Mexico, a far cry from my birthplace in Louisiana. You never know where life will go.

 

Bone of My Bones excerpt

“How old are you?”

“Excuse me?” The man finally decides to talk and that’s what he asks me?

“On the phone you said Alexis was mentoring you in the Craft.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to ask how long I’d been studying with her?”

He shrugged. “You want to know something, you need to ask specific questions.”

So he wanted to know how old I was? Now that was a loaded question if ever I heard one. The kind a smart man would steer clear of. And Matthias Romero struck me as a smart man. It made me wonder what he really wanted to know, if he had some ulterior motive for asking. I pondered the answer for a minute. Did I lie and tell him I was older, and therefore wiser? Or did I knock off a couple of years so he didn’t wonder why the hell I wasn’t better at this at my age? Did I go for the hot factor? Was it hotter to be 25 than 30? How old was he? I compromised and went with the truth, something I wouldn’t have to try and remember later.

“I turned twenty-eight last month.”

He just nodded. I couldn’t tell from the look on his face if he’d gotten what he wanted or not from my answer. Maybe all he wanted was to see if I’d lie to him. Then I felt it, not strong but subtle, a bare ripple around the edges of my thoughts. In a reflex action, I pushed back and the ripple broke.

“You’re reading me!”

I stopped and let go of his hand, both angry and astonished. No one had ever put the moves on me in that way before.

“Not anymore. You stopped me. Nice to know you noticed, though.”

“Nice to know I noticed? You do something that, that…”

“Rude.”

“Yeah, that rude and all you can say is nice to know you noticed?”

“Nice to know you noticed and knew what I was doing.” He started walking again. “And that you’re capable of doing something about it. That helps.”

“Helps?” I tried not to screech. “It helps?”

Bone of My Bones by Debra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.comHe started walking, careful not to touch my hand this time.

“Most women get flustered when you ask them their age. It throws them off, makes it a good time to check how sensitive they are.”

Was he kidding? He had been rude, but I passed the test. I had a hard time deciding whether to be furious or flattered as I reevaluated my infatuation with Mr. Tall, Dark and Strange.

 

 

 

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Novel Magic: Casi McLean’s Lake Lanier Mysteries

This edition of Novel Magic is a treat and an honor. My guest is Casi McLean, author of the award-winning Lake Lanier Mystery series. Casi is a busy lady this week as she releases the second book in the series. YOU are cordially invited to a Gala Facebook event celebrating the release. I’ll be there along with a plethora of pen-wielders to showcase Casi’s new book and a few other little items you might be interested in (like a tarot reading by yours truly.)

Go HERE to join the party!

Lake Lanier Mysteries by Casi Maclean on Sorchia's Universe

Casi McLean’s Lake Lanier Mysteries

 

I love Sorchia’s Universe. Not just her blog, which is always fun to read, but the niche this amazing author carved into the endless writer cosmos. I thrive on the unique… strange, eerie, mystical, supernatural–– they all draw me into magical worlds and conger interesting waves of “what if.” Not too bizarre or off the wall, but the almost believable stories feed my soul and vanquish any stress lurking within my own reality.

 

That’s why I write mystery, romantic suspense, time slips, and mystical urban fantasy––all sprinkled with a dash of magic or dusting of supernatural. My Lake Lanier Mysteries is time slip romantic suspense revolving around strange disappearances, eerie lore, ghost sightings and unusual occurrences attached to Atlanta’s man-made Lake, Sidney Lanier…a lake with the mysterious reputation for never giving up its dead.

 

Man-made is the key I used to open the door to my series. The Army Corp of Engineers constructed the lake in the early 1950s and, to do so, they displaced an entire rural area. Families who had lived in the basin for generations fought the decision. And understandably so. The lake would swallow homes, gas stations, banks, churches, cemeteries and Looper Speedway, one of the original racetracks to birth NASCAR, now sleeps beneath the surface.

 

 

 

What if the construction of the lake created more than a reservoir? What if dynamite detonations caused a seismic shift creating a portal connecting past to future? What a perfect setting for a time slip series… A town time forgot––Lake Lanier Mysteries was born.

 

 

 

Book one, Beneath The Lake––now available on Audible too––won the 2016 Gayle Wilson Award Of Excellence for Best Romantic Suspense...the book tells the story of Lacey Madison Montgomery…here’s the blurb:

 

A ghost town submerged beneath Atlanta’s famous man-made Lake Lanier reportedly lures victims to a watery grave. But when Lacey Montgomery’s car spins out of control and hurtles into the depths of the icy water, she awakens in the arms of a stranger, in a town she’s never heard of–34 years before she was born.

 

When the 2012 lawyer tangles with a 1949 hunk, fire and ice swirl into a stream of sweltering desire. Bobby Reynolds is smitten the moment the storm-ravaged woman opens her eyes and, despite adamant protest, Lacey falls in love with a town destined for extinction, and the man who vows to save his legacy.

 

Threatened by a nefarious stalker, the wrath of bootleggers, and twists of fate, Lacey must find the key to a mysterious portal before time rips the lovers apart, leaving their star-crossed spirits to wander forever through a ghost town buried beneath the lake.

Here is Casi’s fantastic trailer!


Beneath The Lake Trailer 
A Time-Slip Romantic Suspense

 

After that, you’ll want to grab your own copy of Beneath the Lake. Here’s the place:

Universal worldwide Amazon Buy Link: Http://myBook.to/BeneathTheLake

 

Book #2, Beyond The Mist, picks up where Beneath The Lake ended, but the story is definitely a stand-alone in its own right… This is the blurb:

 

Piper Taylor concedes she’ll never fall in love, until a treacherous storm spirals her into the arms of the handsome Nick Cramer. Unrelenting remorse over a past relationship haunts Nick, but he can’t deny the mysterious connection and hot desire Piper evokes.

 

The allure of a secret portal hidden beneath Atlanta’s Lake Lanier tempts him into seizing the opportunity to change his mistakes. But his time slip triggers consequences beyond his wildest dreams.

 

Can Piper avoid the international espionage and terrorism of 2001 New York, find Nick, and bring him home before he alters the fabric of time, or will the lovers drift forever Beyond The Mist?

Another intriguing trailer! Take a look.

Beyond The Mist ~ star-crossed lovers struggle within a cyclone of 9/11 terrorism

Continue the series with Beyond the Mist.

Universal worldwide Amazon Buy Link: http://myBook.to/BeyondTheMist

 

I hope you all join me in celebrating my new release. My Facebook Launch Party is tonight (Sept. 12) from 6 to 9. We have some incredible authors kicking off the launch [including Sorchia] with tons of giveaways, prizes and freebies. I hope to see you there tonight.

Thanks so much for hosting me today, Sorchia. I hope we have some great questions because I love talking about Lake Lanier Mysteries!

 

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