Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
In the Pines has two main characters. Sisters, Olivia and Ellie. Though they each have witch blood, they are night and day. Ellie is cutting, musical, and some may even describe her as selfish; while Olivia is more reserved. However, if you catch Olivia in the right mood, she can be just as unruly as her inherited broom head. Together they make two of the fiercest witches the curse they’re up against has ever seen.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I do. I am somewhat sensitive to the other side of things, so I’ve had experiences happen here and there throughout my life. The first house my husband and I lived in together (for ten years) had a lot of activity. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very positive. I wasn’t ever afraid of the things that went bump in the night, or watched me constantly from across the room, but I will say this—I would never have raised a child in that house. I once saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye then quickly reached for my phone to take a picture. It didn’t look like much at first, but when I did a close-up, it revealed a single eye staring back at me. That one was pretty creepy. I also experienced physical attacks when we were readying to sell that house. I had to leave the property between coats of fresh paint on the walls because it was so intense. I literally watched my forearm grow bruises on it from (for lack of a better description) the evil that was growing like mold inside the walls of that house. It literally had a hold of me.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
A horror called Betsy. It’s about a closeted lesbian girl named Roxy. It takes place in small town America during the mid-nineties, and the antagonist is a possessed mannequin named Betsy who lives in an antique shop called Perfectly Vintage.
Excerpt:
The sound of the waves crashing down below, the impending fog rolling in, the wind sending curses past my cheeks, streaked with salt water—all of it seemed to have been put into slow motion as I stood there, full of rage and powerless against this demon as she held my daughter’s life in her tainted, dead hands. Eight words were all I was afforded in the two seconds that followed. “You were the one who let me in.”
And then it all happened at once. There was a "uttering of feathers, the sensation of a stick being forced into my hand, and the sound of my own screams as my daughter’s body fell; but then I just as quickly lunged forward, standing on air and pointing my bit of willow down at her body just before it was about to make contact with the jagged rocks below.
Maddie, now in possession of her own body, stared up at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth as I floated over her like the witch I once was. And before she could utter a single word, before I could make out the laughter that seemed to be drifting back into the fog, I used my wand to lift her back up to the cliff and set her down before landing back on solid earth myself.
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