Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Raven Edevane is a smart and caring woman, who spent her childhood and the beginnings of her adulthood very isolated alongside her cousin, Rowan. She tells herself she isn’t good around people but quickly finds herself becoming close friends with the girls in her dorm room (Esme in particular…). She wants to be useful, wants to be needed, and loves nothing more than music, violin being her heart.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I would like to but never had a concrete experience with it. I love writing and reading ghost stories and so wish that I had seen a ghost myself. There’s been a few instances, here and there, of “maybe”. Maybe something was there but I couldn’t say for sure. I guess this is why so many of my stories are supernatural in one way or another.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I’m finishing off my next release (coming beginning of 2026), which hasn’t been announced yet (probably will be in November) and all I can say for now is it’s a ghost story, with a horrific mystery entangled within. I’m also releasing a book with Poe Girl Publishing, coming during the spooky period of 2026, this hasn’t been announced yet either and I don’t think I can say a thing yet!
Excerpt:
There isn’t much known about Lakegrave School for Young Women due to its remote location and it being a new school, but it is the only school in the world known for its unique education style—it’s completely self-taught. There are no teachers, just one headmistress. The school only invites the best and brightest women from across the globe to study there for one year before being scouted to go on to their dream careers. This didn’t mean smart in absolutely everything but a genius in our own field.
That is the other unique thing—it also only invites one person per specialist subject.
That’s why Rowan and I were lucky enough to be accepted. Rowan is only just old enough to attend at one and twenty years of age; I, on the other hand, have two years on her. Luck was also on our side when we were encouraged to pursue different hobbies instead of the same, otherwise we wouldn’t have been accepted concurrently.
Leading up to the school, I can only make out the tops of the building as the hedge has overgrown so much. It’s as if the place has been neglected over the summer, if not over the years. Such an odd notion for a new educational establishment but, then again, it was something else before.
I reach the main gate and see a crest at the top. In the middle, there is a sprig of lavender and on each side of the shield are bees facing inward. This looks like it’s been cleaned recently.
Couldn’t say the same for the rest of the gate.
It looks like it once was black, but it is brown now due to the rust. I don’t want to touch it, so I nudge it open with my elbow and shut it again once I’m in.
It’s called a school, but it would be better off compared to a castle, just like every other boarding school that exists. The windows stretch tall and look like they are modelled after a church. Although it is a fairly new build, its appearance is like it has been designed as old-fashioned on purpose, fitting in with something from the 1600s rather than the 1800s. And it almost looks like it’s falling apart, the brickwork cracked and turning the walls into a darker colour rather than its usual sand. It is preposterously big for a school that doesn’t admit too many students. There is definitely some sort of beauty to the building but for some reason, even in the daytime, it appears a little ominous—as if the place is lifeless. It seems as though the garden has overtaken everything as greenery and moss is growing alongside the building. To the west of the school there are some greenhouses and to the east of the school is a church.
The ground crunches as I walk up to the building. There is a huge fountain which is bordered by the driveway on either side but appears not to work, and a huge statue coming out from the middle of it. I’m not that knowledgeable about Greek gods but I know it’s Aphrodite.
It seems fitting to have her standing guard over us.
I pause by the front door, already hearing voices coming from within, so I grip my violin case tighter and push the double doors inwards—letting them shut me away for the next year.
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