Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
With Barbara Hartzler, author of Century Portal
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Century Portal follows two main characters, Bella and Lucinda. Bella is the best friend, sidekick character from my previous series Genesis Academy, who finally gets her own story.
Bella is a British orphan who has never had any supernatural powers of her own, but her choice of best friend and boyfriend has thrown her into the world of supernatural powers. Fighting alongside her best friend, she thought they had defeated their enemy. Until a time portal appears in Bella’s dorm room, summoning her to travel back a hundred years to save the Seer from an old villain.
This villain has found a way to use the supernatural powers of the Three Societies to travel back in time and change history forever, erasing everything Bella fought for. And she can’t let that happen. Who knows what would happen to her found family? Or an innocent young girl who just happens to be the Seer?
Lucinda is the Seer of 1924, and just starting to come into her Chosen One powers. Suddenly, she’s faced with a new love interest and prematurely emerging powers that throw her whole world into turmoil. The Roaring Twenties are an era of change, and Lucinda finds herself torn between traditional social norms and her own dreams of becoming one of the first women in law and politics. All of this drama unfolds amidst supernatural battles and her personal struggle to master the Seer powers she never asked for, not to mention a strange love triangle.
Both girls must learn to trust each other and work together if they have any hope of defeating their common enemy.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I didn’t believe in the paranormal until recently, but my husband does. He told me that he had seen a ghost in our old house on several occasions. His stories opened my mind to the possibility. Then, while visiting the Antietam battlefield, a friend of mine had a ghost hunting app that uses EVP (electronic voice phenomena). We were at the Sunken Road section of the battlefield, while a guide was telling us how many soldiers died there. Quite harrowing, to be honest. My friend’s EVP app went crazy, and it was the spookiest thing ever! You could just feel there was something different in the air.
The only personal story I have is a few months later, when I went back to my old house to get it ready for sale. We had already moved out of state, so the house was pretty empty. And it was just me, all by myself, staging the house for the realtor.
The night before the realtor came to take pictures, I woke up in the middle of the night to a creaking sound. Then a voice yelled at me to “Get out!” And I thought Antietam was the creepiest thing ever. Well, it could have been a dream or something. But I don’t think so.
After all of that, I’d say I’m at least open to the possibility of the paranormal. And my books are about Seers, people who see the supernatural world of angels and demons. I believe in the supernatural and angels on a spiritual level.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I just released the final book in the Sacred Stones Portal series. I’m brainstorming a new fantasy series coming out next year, loosely titled Tinges Academy for now.
It’s about a world where magic is based on the color wheel and there are different realms, and magical powers for each world. Book 1 of this series follows a young woman who accidentally shows forbidden powers in public. She gets sent to Tinges Academy, where she must learn to master her powers in a cutthroat environment. And of course, there will probably be love triangles or quadrangles, and secret powers she needs to keep hidden. All of the fun stuff found in my usual fantasy academy books, but with a larger, more expansive universe. That’s the sneak peek into my new series so far!
Excerpt 1, Chapter 1:
Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew through the open window. Standing up, I rushed to close it.
Then stopped in my tracks.
The window wasn’t open.
My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach as the bottom dropped out.
What was going on here? Gusts of wind rushed straight at us like a storm blowing through our room—where both the windows and doors were closed.
My knees started wobbling, and I braced myself on the edge of my desk.
With the wind came a deafening roar that sounded like giant hunks of rock ripping in half.
Turning around, I glanced at Patrick. “What the bloody—?”
“I-I, uh, don’t know. But look.” His dark eyes went wide, his jaw going slack as he pointed behind me.
When I turned around, my jaw fell open. I blinked and blinked, but the crazy sight remained.
A strange pool of light swirled around in the center of my room. It started as a tiny blue marble, then grew larger every second until the translucent sapphire circle filled the room.
Two shadowy figures appeared in the middle of the swirling light, small at first but growing larger as they walked toward the center of the liquidy blue circle.
A few seconds later, a man and a woman emerged from the sapphire portal. Both were dressed in old-fashioned clothes. The man had on a three-piece suit and a fedora, while the woman wore a silky, drop-waisted dress that made me think of the 1920s.
The man clutched a necklace at his collarbone that glowed an intense royal blue.
Maybe the Three Societies weren’t done with us yet.Patrick gasped, then rose to his feet and put his arm around me. “It’s a Watcher, from the past.
Coming through some kind of wormhole,” he whispered in my ear.
I glanced at him, about to ask how he could possibly know that, while simultaneously calling up my internal lightning power.
As I said before—just in case.
But then one of the intruders spoke.
“Actually …” the man trailed off, releasing his grip on the necklace.
Within seconds, the portal collapsed in on itself, the wind died down, and everything returned to normal again. Well, except for the piles of papers blown around the room.
“We’re not Watchers. We’re both Guardians, like you.” The man enunciated in a crisp tone of voice that reminded me of my British homeland, but the accent was still American.
“Wh-who are you?” I stammered, even as Patrick moved in front of me.
Who knew what would happen if we told these two that the Guardians didn’t exist anymore.
“Ah, let me allow myself to make the proper introductions.” The man took off his fedora and smoothed his brown hair peppered with gray. “We are Ward and Eleanor Sinclair,” he gestured to his wife, who curtsied slightly.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Eleanor said, dipping her head at us and fanning out her blue dress skirt in a half-curtsy.
I blinked at the gesture, unsure how to respond.
“I’m Patrick Rodriguez, and this is my girlfriend, Bella, Isabelle Beatrix.” Patrick held out his hand.
Ward and Eleanor took turns shaking his hand.
Then they all looked at me. I was frozen still as a statue. A blinking statue.
“I think she’s in shock.” Patrick wrapped one arm around my shoulder, nudging me forward.
“Maybe you can tell us what the heck just happened.”
“Certainly. Ward?” Eleanor arched one eyebrow and nodded at her husband.
“Ah, yes.” Ward stood up a little straighter. “This may be hard to digest. You might want to sit down.”
Grabbing Patrick’s hand, we both sat down on my bed.
The Sinclairs perched on the edge of the bed opposite us, their spines straight as an arrow.
I just stared at the couple, who looked like they’d stepped right out of Downton Abbey or The Great Gatsby. Ward wore a gray suit complete with a vest that matched the Fedora in his lap.
Eleanor wore a light blue drop-waist dress with long sleeves and a skirt down to her ankles. Her sandy brown hair was pinned into an intricate updo with some face-framing waves.
None of which helped my concept of reality. How were these people, who looked like they were straight out of the 1920s, sitting in my dorm room? And what was that giant portal they’d somehow made in the middle of the room?
I glanced at Patrick, arching my eyebrows at him—silently willing him to explain this whole thing to me.
But he just shook his head, as if he had no clue either. Small comfort.
“Where to begin?” Ward tapped absently on his chin.
Jerking my head back to the newcomers, I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself.
“Ouch,” I muttered under my breath. Guess this wasn’t a dream.
“Why don’t you tell us how you made a portal of some kind in our dorm room? With a Watcher’s Sapphire?” Patrick’s voice was louder than normal, as if volume would help in the communication process. Then he looked at me. “I didn’t know they could do that. Did you?”
“Huh-uh.” I shook my head, my curls swishing around my face.
“We didn’t either. Until someone from your time came crashing into our lives a week ago.”
Eleanor pursed her lips and folded her hands together in her lap.
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