Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Line: Witchery in Savannah



Move over, Sookie Stackhouse—the witches of Savannah are the new talk of the South. Bold, flirty, and with a touch of darkness, debut author J.D. Horn spins a mesmerizing tale of a family of witches . . . and the problem that can arise from being so powerful. As Charlaine Harris’ series winds down—and as Deborah Harkness’ series heats up—Witching Savannah is new contemporary fantasy that will be sure to enchant new readers.

Mercy Taylor, the youngest member of Savannah’s preeminent witching family, was born without the gift of magic. She is accustomed to coming in a distant second to the minutes older, exquisite and gifted twin she adores. Hopelessly in love with her sister’s boyfriend, she goes to a Hoodoo root doctor for a love spell. A spell that will turn her heart to another man, the best friend who has loved her since childhood.

Aunt Ginny, the family’s matriarch, would not approve. But Mercy has more to worry about than a love triangle when Aunt Ginny is brutally murdered. Ginny was the Taylor family’s high commander in the defense of the bewitched line that separates humankind from the demons who once ruled our realm.

A demon invasion looms now that the line is compromised. Worse yet, some within the witching world stand to gain from a demon takeover. Mercy, entangled in the dark magic of her love spell, fighting for her sister’s trust, and hopelessly without magic, must tap the strength born from being an outcast to protect the line she doesn’t feel a part of...

In this riveting contemporary fantasy, Horn delivers the full betrayal, blood, and familial discord of the best of Southern gothic.

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The Line (Witching Savannah, Book 1)


Savannah, the whole damned place is a graveyard. Serene and beautiful, but built on the bones of those who fell under her spell. Magic clings to her as sure as Spanish moss hangs from her ancient live oaks, but most of that magic is under the control of a sole family, the Taylor witches, and they plan on keeping it to themselves. After all, real magic belongs in the hands of real witches, the people who created and maintain The Line, a safety net of energy that protects us from the demons that once owned our reality and who are doing their best to fight their way back in.


Mercy Taylor has none of her family's power. The Taylors, although no one other than her aunt’s husband would ever say so openly, view Mercy’s lack of power as an unfortunate, if not entirely debilitating, birth defect. Well, maybe that is too strong. Maybe more like her ginger coloring, not the ideal, but nothing to be ashamed of.


Maisie, Mercy’s fraternal twin, on the other hand, came into the world nearly glowing with power. She never knew an awkward phase or felt like an outsider in the Taylor witches’ magical world. But Mercy adores Maisie and never begrudged her sister her grace, beauty or magic. Mercy never coveted anything that belongs to her sister, that is until Jackson came along. As hard as she tries to resist her feelings for her sister’s lover, something in Mercy’s heart tells her that Jackson should be hers.


When Mercy discovers the bludgeoned corpse of the family matriarch, she begins to unravel a skein of lies and misdirection that covers a conspiracy to bring down The Line. A conspiracy in which she is the central pawn.


Guest post:

The Craft Versus Lovecraft
Magic. Witch. Witchcraft.  These words are emotionally charged and laden with many different connotations. Some are positive, but the majority not so much.  The watercolor image of a wise earth mother contrasts with that of a lurid black Sabbath, the honorable religion of Wicca with that of debased devil worship. When I set out to write The Line, first book in the Witching Savannah series, I was confronted with the need for a magical system that could somehow sidestep the pitfalls of both popular culture stereotypes, and the intolerance that has too long colored mainstream religion’s perception of those who follow Pagan paths.
The question became how to make practitioners of Wicca (and other Pagan faiths) feel respected, but also to broaden the meaning of these three enchanted words so that people of all faiths (or no faith at all) could join in on the fun.
 Inspiration came to me when rereading H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Dreams in the Witch House.” Certainly Keziah Mason, the titular witch, falls very much within the literary camp of evil child-sacrificing hags, but what caught my imagination was that the source of her power fell outside the purview of any earthly religion. Lovecraft created a space for cosmic horror that lies beyond theological debate. There may be a “big G “ God, or there may not be, but in his cosmic horror there are incomprehensible and frightening entities out there whose access to power would certainly lead early man to view them as gods.
Lovecraft’s old gods and “Elder Things” spring from a place where science intersects the occult. I decided I wanted to play in this sandbox. I asked myself what it might look like if this magic, this cosmic power, wasn’t in and of itself evil, the only evil being the way Keziah chose to interact with and use it. This thought combined with a marathon viewing of “Ancient Aliens” to form the base of The Line’s magical system.
Even though Lovecraft’s archaic language and affected ambience (two things I personally enjoy in his work) don’t find their way into The Line, readers of the Witching Savannah series will notice many affectionate nods to Lovecraft, from the Old Ones the magic of the line protects us from, to a creature inspired by Brown Jenkin that makes an appearance in The Source, second book in the Witching Savannah series. In The Line, the heroine, Mercy Taylor, notes that her family came to Savannah shortly after the end of the Civil War. It is part of the (unwritten) family backstory that they came to Savannah from Lovecraft’s own beloved Providence.
Lovecraft’s concept of cosmic horror provided space to create witches whose power has nothing to do with their creed. The witches of The Line are followers of many faiths, including the Wiccan, Jewish, Christian, Hindu, Aboriginal and Native American spirituality.  Some are even atheist. The Taylor family, the central family of the series, falls firmly in the category of the spiritual, but religiously unaffiliated.

 I hope readers will enjoy the narrative freedom this lack of connection to any one religion permits as Mercy’s story unfolds in The Line, The Source (coming in June 2014) and The Void (coming late fall 2014). 


J. D. Horn was raised in rural Tennessee, and has since carried a bit of its red clay in him while traveling the world, from Hollywood, to Paris, to Tokyo. He studied comparative literature as an undergrad, focusing on French and Russian in particular. He also holds an MBA in international business and worked as a financial analyst before becoming a novelist.

Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Line-Witching-Savannah-Book-One-ebook/dp/B00CIDTH2E/ 

 http://www.WitchingSavannah.com 

http://www.Facebook.com/TheLineSavannah

@TheLineSavannah

Monday, January 20, 2014

Elemental Magic: Book Five in the Riga Hayworth Series


Sympathetic Magic in Witchcraft
Have you ever wondered how spells work?
As a paranormal writer, I wonder about this a lot while I’m crafting my magical world. But the basic “law” behind spell crafting is as simple as it is old: sympathetic magic.
Though the law of sympathy has been used and understood since the ancient Egyptians (and perhaps beyond), it got its first scholarly, western analysis by Sir James George Frazer. He explained it as an mash-up of two other laws: the law of similarity and the law of contact.
Law 1: Similarity, or like produces like. The easiest example of this to give (and everybody does) is the poppet or voodoo doll. A poppet is a small doll created to represent the person you want to cast a spell on, for better or worse (let’s assume better). Whatever the spell caster does to the poppet, then happens to the person.
Law 2: Contact. The idea here is that objects that were once in contact with each other will continue to affect each other even after that contact has been broken. For example, in the Dresden Files, warlock Harry Dresden is careful to make sure no enemy gets hold of his hair or nail clippings. Why? Because the strongest contact would be between a person and, er, all those little bits that tend to fall off.
Put these two ideas together, and voila! Sympathetic magic.
But let’s say your witch doesn’t want to go the evil poppet route and thinks nail clippings are icky. How could she use sympathetic magic to build a spell? The answer: correspondences.
Correspondences – the idea that seemingly unconnected things actually do share a connection at a mystical level – stem directly from sympathetic magic. For example, the sun corresponds to fire, the lion, the birch, the heart and circulatory system, happiness, and success.
So if you want to craft a spell, you could use an object that corresponds to your intended effect and give your magic more oomph. Using the solar example, a witch might bring some sun energy into her spell for personal happiness by lighting candles, scattering birch branches on her altar, and/or by casting her spell around the summer solstice.
In the film Practical Magic, the young witch casts a true love spell, Amas Veritas spell. To cast the spell, she lists the qualities of the lover she’s calling. For each quality, she plucks a flower petal or blossom that represents that attribute. When she says that his favorite shape is a star, she adds a star-shaped flower to her magical mix.
I can’t get enough of this idea. In fact, it was the inspiration for a locating spell in my latest book, The Elemental Detective, when my metaphysical detective uses a favorite book to find her missing familiar.
To sum it all up: as illogical and paranormal as magic seems – and let’s face it, that’s what makes reading about it so fun – it’s really surprisingly logical.
About the Author
Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth series of urban fantasy/paranormal mystery novels. Here’s a blurb from her latest, book five in the series – The Elemental Detective.
Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?

Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.



The Elemental Detective
Author: Kirsten Weiss
Published December 21, 2013 by misterio press
Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Mystery
Series: Book 5 in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels
Word count: 70,647
Available for review: ePub/Nook, mobi/Kindle, PDF, paperback
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Blurb:
Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?
Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.



Excerpt: pages 1 – 3
The palms outside rattled like bones, awakening Riga. A warm salt breeze slipped through the open door, and shivered across her bare skin. Beside her, the mattress sagged, the bed frame creaking an accompaniment to her own, steady breathing.
One breath, rising and falling. Her breath.
Muddled by sleep, she stilled, her heart leaping with a sudden jolt of adrenaline as she understood it wasn’t her husband beside her, weighting the bed. Riga kept her breathing steady, and extended her other senses. Probing. She opened her eyes, peering through her lashes. Through the open glass door, the moon illuminated a winged figure, hunched beside her on the hotel’s bed.
“Brigitte!” Riga sat up, torn between annoyance and the panic rising in her throat. She clutched the sheet to her breasts. “What are you doing here? Where’s Donovan?”
The gargoyle shrugged, the sound of rocks grating together, and the bed shifted. “Monsieur Mosse left an hour ago,” she graveled, a French-accented Lauren Bacall. “And his whereabouts are the least of your worries.”
Riga lurched to the left and reached for the bedside lamp. Instead, her fingers found emptiness, fumbled in the dark, then touched a wooden leg, upright, seemingly supporting nothing. Where the hell had the tabletop gone? Her fingers brushed a rounded stump and it fell over with a crash. Where the hell had the lamp gone?
She swung her feet out of bed, took two steps, and bashed her shin into something hard. Riga felt along the wall and smacked the light switch, cursing. Uncomprehending, she stared. Everything but the bed had been turned upside down. Cushioned wicker chairs. Wooden table. Television… She grabbed her silk robe, draped over an upside down ottoman, and slipped it on, walked to the entertainment center. That was still upright, but the TV inside had been inverted.
Wonder leaked past her anxiety. She sniffed. A trace of magic lingered, wild like a forest glade, elemental. Fae? She regarded the creative destruction she’d slept through, and amended that thought. Stealth fae. Dammit. She fumbled the belt of her robe.
“What happened to Donovan? Where is he?” Riga’s voice sounded shrill, even to her ears.
“Your husband left of his own accord.”
“Alone?” Riga motioned toward the mess. No, it couldn’t be happening again. Not another run-in with the faery world. Not here. Not now. “Did you see who—”
Brigitte’s stone-feathered head reared backwards. “I do not spy!”
“But you saw Donovan leave.”
“And then I waited by ze rocks until you woke up.”
You woke me up.”
The gargoyle picked at her feathers. “I grew bored, and the sun will rise soon, and we have much to discuss.”
The diamond on Riga’s finger glinted, and she rubbed the back of her wedding rings with her thumb. She and Donovan hadn’t yet adjusted to island time, and both were rising well before daybreak. Donovan had probably woken up while she was sleeping and grown restless, hadn’t wanted to wake her. Of course he was safe. It couldn’t be happening again. That would be stretching the bounds of… She worked the knot on her robe. He was safe.
She swallowed, despising the remnants of fear that made her muscles twitch, and flipped her emotions to anger. Anger was simpler.



About the Author:
Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth paranormal mystery series: The Metaphysical Detective, The Alchemical Detective, The Shamanic Detective, The Infernal Detective, and The Elemental Detective.
Kirsten worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and deep in the Afghan war zone.  Her experiences abroad not only gave her glimpses into the darker side of human nature, but also sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.
Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes paranormal mysteries, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem.
Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer reruns and drinking good wine. 
You can connect with Kirsten through the social media sites below, and if the mood strikes you, send her an e-mail at kirsten_weiss2001@yahoo.com