This just in! We have author N.A. Dartwood in the house to answer a few questions for us!
SC: . Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
NAD: This is a big question for this book. My three main characters are the Dartwood sisters: Eden, Mariah, and Melissa. They are the descendants of one of the founding families of Tarryville Maine, who founded the town after fleeing Salem during the witch trials. Eden is a logical and elegant twenty-eight year old PhD candidate in History at Oxford University. Mariah is an impulsive and passionate twenty-four-year old double major in Vocal Performance and Drama at Juilliard. Melissa is a clever and curious eighteen year old senior at Everhill Academy, a boarding school for the gifted. When their parents are unexpectedly found murdered, they return home from school and find themselves submerged in a mystery that is much more than it appears. There’s also Evan Farris, an estranged friend from their past, who’s the descendent of another founding family of Tarryville. He’s a handsome and quick-witted lawyer with a complicated relationship with Eden that will only be complicated even more during the mystery. And there’s Baden Correia (pronounced Co-hay-ya), who is the young assistant curator of their family museum and Mariah’s best friend. He is a Brazilian man who moved to America when he was nine years old. He is tall, dark, and handsome, and fiercely loyal and brave.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
NAD: I believe there is magic in every-day life—beautiful moments and powerful acts of bravery and kindness—but not necessarily the paranormal like we write about in books and watch in movies. Though the supernatural is definitely a wonderful thing to explore in these stories.
SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
NAD: I’m currently working on the next two books in the Witchling Trilogy. Other than that, I also have two other contemporary fantasy series in the works, as well as a fractured fairy tale series.
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Excerpt 1:
Mariah found herself staring at the blank screen of her laptop for longer than she intended after the video call ended, hardly even noticing when the tears began to stain her cheeks. When there were no more tears left to shed, she closed her laptop and placed it on her bedside table. Rearranging herself on her bed she crawled under the covers and tried to shut her eyes, but the room around her tugged at her mind, summoning all of the haunted bedroom scenes she’d watched a million times in movies. Suddenly thankful for the old-fashioned four-poster bed, she pulled the curtains tight around her, blocking out the unwanted sights and was finally able to go to sleep.
The stillness of the manor was like a quiet pond just waiting for a fish to upset its equilibrium. The manors beside one another were nearly identical in their architectural design, but now, in the gloom of the night, the Farris manor echoed the dread of the once bright Dartwood manor with such exactness that it seemed as if they were all sleeping in a cemetery. No one stirred in the house, save for the shadows that danced through the windows in the moonlight. The stillness was disturbed, however, as one by one the shadows in the three Dartwood girls’ rooms began to move in purposeful strides. The moonlight no longer directed them in a nightly waltz as they made their way toward the girls.
The shadows, each a ghostly orb of darkness, started their trek from different locations in the rooms. In Eden’s room the mist trickled in from the window, while in Mariah’s it inched between the moth-eaten holes in the cloth ceiling of the four-poster bed, and in Melissa’s it crept in from under the bed itself. Slowly, the haze advanced upon each girl, their forms growing ever more into the silhouette of a person as they neared them. Hovering now only a foot or two above the girls, in unison, as if directed by the moon once more, an ethereal hand reached for each girl, fingers looking more like claws than anything else. A high pitched and yet deep hiss of sound escaped what should have been lips on the silhouettes, darkness protruding and encircling itself around the sleeping forms of the girls below them. Then, without warning, all three silhouettes shrieked a cry of disappointment, an unearthly shrill.
The sound woke each girl as they came to the terrible realization that what had been haunting them in their nightmares was in reality hovering just above them as they slept. Gasping, the silhouettes dissipated into nothing so quickly that none of the girls were quite certain of what they had seen. Nonetheless, each rose out of their beds with such haste that they all opened their doors at the same moment, only to be greeted by the horror-struck faces of their siblings.
N. A. Triptow graduated from The University of Utah with a Bachelor of Arts in English Teaching with minors in History Teaching, Theatre, and British Studies. She teaches high school English and Film Studies. She is currently pursuing a Master of Science in Strategic Communication and Advertising from Purdue University. In her free time, you can find her reading, watching and analyzing movies and television shows, attending the theatre, going on walks or hikes, and playing board or video games with family and friends. She lives in Utah.
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