06 December 2015

The Witching Hour Interview: Minerva Lee

Minerva Lee, a friend and fellow Witching Hour Collection author, gives us a short interview and key insight to her novel, Spun Gold.

Interview with Minerva Lee, author of Spun Gold (fairy tale retelling)

1.) What is your favorite witch movie or novel?  I loved watching re-runs of Bewitched on TV.  I always wanted to wiggle my nose like Samantha! I would love to clean up dirty dishes this way.  My favorite Halloween movie isn’t really a witch one...I love the Legend of Sleepy Hollow in all its versions over the years. What a classic timeless creepy story. 
2.) What was the inspiration for your witch novella? Rumplestiltskin.  I love fairytales and legends of all kinds and I like thinking of them in different ways.  I began wondering what the story could be if Stiltskin was a magical hero and he and the Miller’s daughter were in love.
3.)Tell us about your main character, white witch, dark witch or something in-between? Lyra and Will possess a special kind of white magic...they are able to transform one element into another...Alchemy. Lyra has forgotten her magic but Will helps her find it.
4.) Do you believe in magic?  Yes. If you don’t the world is a dull place indeed. It may not be the wiggle your nose or wand version, but magic is there and every once in awhile it reaches out and touches us.
5.) What else should we know about your novella? 
It is just the beginning to a bigger story.  Will and Lyra’s story leads to another and then back again. Nothing brings out magic more than love.


05 December 2015

The Witching Hour Interview: Blaire Edens

Blaire Edents, author of The Witch of Roan Mountain, offered an inside look at her novel and The Witching Hour Collection.
Interview with Blaire Edens, author of The Witch of Roan Mountain (PNR)

1.      What's your favorite witch movie or novel?
I love Practical Magic, both the movie and the book. I also adore The Witch of Blackbird Pond and recently reread it for old times’ sake. 

2.      What was the inspiration for your witch novella?
In the summer, I went on a hike to Roan Mountain, a magical place on the North Carolina/Tennessee border. I knew instantly that it was my setting. It was misty and mossy and provided a great backdrop for spooky.

3.      Tell us about your main character: white witch, dark witch, or something in-between?
Delphine is ghost. Having been accused of witchcraft and murder, she’s determined to wander the mountains until someone can clear her name. Maeve, a down-on-her-luck attorney sees Delphine and is so drawn to her story that she makes it her mission to get to the bottom of a century-old mystery. 

4.      Cast your characters. If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?
For Maeve, I think Jennifer Lawrence would be awesome. Bradley Cooper, with the American Sniper muscles, would make a great Campbell. I’d love to see these two together on the screen again because they have such great chemistry. As Delphine, I think Anne Hathaway could pull off the perfect ghostly witch. And Paula Deen for Granny, cause she can make biscuits in real life. 

5.      Do you believe in magic? 
Yes. Magic is everywhere. You just have to know where to look. 

6.      What else should we know about your novella?
As a native of the area I’ve written about in this book, I’m incredibly proud of my Appalachian roots and I hope you’ll Roan Mountain enough to come visit me someday!

04 December 2015

The Witching Hour Excerpt: The Witch of Bracken's Hollow

Evan Winters shared an excerpt from his novel, The Witch of Bracken's Hollow, another included in The Witching Hour Collection.

Excerpt from The Witch of Bracken’s Hollow by Evan Winters

Standing in the backyard of the Unity Road Baptist Church Retreat, Damon Daugherty gazed out across the black waters of Deep Run Lake to the woods that ran into Bracken’s Hollow and for unknown miles beyond. For the umpteenth time that day, Damon struggled with the strange feeling that he was somehow peering not just through space but backward through time. There he stood in the present on a chilly October day. The sound of laughter came from inside the lodge where his friends were preparing dinner in the kitchen. Damon, on the other hand, labored with refuse. In each hand, he held a trash bag, both of which sagged heavily under the weight of discarded bottles, cigarette packages, and all the rest of the debris that had been left on the trails around the lake by local kids over the course of a long summer worth of secret parties in the woods. Damon had spent the afternoon cleaning up the campsite in preparation for the teen retreat he would be hosting that weekend—his first as the youth minister of Unity Road Baptist. His labors that day had been simple and straightforward, requiring little in the way of mental effort.

But even after several hours working under a cold October sun, Damon couldn’t help but feel out of step with the present moment. Excitement ticked in his chest, a childish impatience so strong that it bordered on anxiety. Damon supposed it was to be expected. Though he was a grown man with a set of new challenges before him, he had grown up a member of Unity Road Baptist. He had attended many retreats at Deep Run as a kid, and it had been over ten years since his last visit.

All afternoon, as Damon had worked along the bank of Deep Run, he had found memories waiting to ambush him around every corner. For the first few hours, as he picked trash out of the trail that ran along the lakeside, he couldn’t help but glance from time to time out to the dock expecting to see his junior high school buddies cannonballing off the end or challenging each other to dive all the way to the bottom and return with a handful of mud from the mucky bottom. 

Later, as he cleaned out the fire pit in the clearing along the eastern path and gathered a batch of firewood for the next night, the nostalgia was so strong that Damon could almost hear the hymns he’d sung around that fire pit so many times in his youth. Then, as he cleaned trash from the trail that led into Bracken’s Hollow, Damon’s memories of hikes he had taken with his father were so strong that he could almost feel the man’s footsteps following along the dirt path behind him.

But for all these fine memories of his youth at Deep Run, one memory lurked under them all, rising up from the depths of Damon’s consciousness like some submerged leviathan coming up for air. So, after depositing the trash into the bins at the corner of the lodge, Damon turned back to the lake and gave it a long, thoughtful look. Over the course of the past week, as he had been making arrangements for the retreat, Damon had been quietly bracing himself for his return to the lake. Damon’s ten-year absence had not been accidental. Damon was no fool. He had known this memory would come for him. And as he gazed out across the dark waters shimmering in the late afternoon light, he let it rise up in him in the shape of a single word, spoken aloud.

“Rachel,” he said.

Then, as if in reply, a voice called to him from inside. “Damon! Come on! These steaks ain’t getting any more done than they are. Least not on my watch.”

“Be right there,” Damon shouted in reply. Then he turned away from the water and went inside, forcing himself not to look back. He’d had enough of the past for one day.
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