Virtual FantasyCon 2016 starts Sunday, October 9th! I’m holding a booth on Saturday the 15th for Dark Fantasy/Grimdark/Horror Day
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Somewhere on this page is a hidden number. Collect all the numbers from all the authors’ posts, and then add them up. Once you’ve added all the numbers, and if I am your last author, please head to the official website and click on the ENTER HERE page to find the entry form. Only entries with the correct number will qualify to win.
The author I’m pleased to be hosting for Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt today is A.L. Kessler, author of The Trouble with Ghosts.
It’s October, the leaves are changing, the air holds a crisp bit of warning to it, could mean snow. This is the time of year that Abigail Collins loves. The season of Samhain, ghosts, ghouls and of course witches. Even though her newest book (out this month!) doesn’t take place during October, it does at least have a ghost or two in it.
In The Trouble with Ghosts, Abby has to team up with an old enemy to solve a decade old crime, but her only witness is a ghost. If you’re new to the world of Abigail Collins then you’re missing out on this action packed urban fantasy where anything can happen. I get asked occasionally where did I get the idea of Abby. There’s the short story: Abby is the character who gets to say what we want, but can’t. Or: The story started out with a paragraph and I just ran with it.
Both are true, but Abigail Collins goes back to when I started writing in high school. One of my first loves in reading was a genre that really didn’t have a name yet: urban fantasy. I read Laurell K. Hamilton and Kim Harrison, devoured Charlene Harris when that came out and knew that when I wrote, that’s what I wanted to write. Abigail was a work in progress. Her name changed a few times, and her past shifted a bit through different stories I had written, some on the edge of my math notes and some in notebooks that were also filled with doodles. Before long, I had created the world I wanted, but I stepped away from the project and let it just rot in a drawer. When I moved to college I started forming the world of Dark War Chronicles… and well, that’s a different story of its own.
I sat down later in life and decided that maybe; just maybe it was time to go back to my roots. I heard the whisper of Abby in my head. The name made sense for who and what she was and that first paragraph sat there inspiring me to continue forward and I ran with it. What I didn’t expect from No More Black Magic (Book 1 of my Here Witchy Witchy series) was for it to jump to an Amazon Best Seller. I finally had my character and world ready to show to the world, she just happened to go through a lot of changes through the years, she truly was a work in progress.
A.L. Kessler is an Amazon best selling author known for her Here Witchy Witchy series. She lives in Colorado Springs, CO with her family. Her coffee and chocolate addiction fuels her as she balances her life of being author, mom, student and wife. You can find out more about her at http://www.amylkessler.com
If you’re new to the world of Here Witchy Witchy and Abigail Collins please enjoy the excerpt from No More Black Magic below:
I pulled up to the crime scene, a farm property in the middle of nowhere, and parked my SUV next to a State Trooper’s cruiser.
The one thing I loved about crime scenes is the amount of people who gather around them. We’ll feign terror and true desire to know what happened, but in reality we are curious as to what kind of creature or person would commit such a crime. Human curiosity was disgusting. This scene lacked that. How odd.
A tall man started towards the yellow crime scene tape. His hair was cropped close to his head giving no hint to the color. His black jacket had his detective shield attached to it. Detective Mason was one of my favorites to work with.
“Bout’ time you got here, Abigail.” His blue eyes met my gaze. “I was starting to think you were going to chicken out.”
“Yeah, not an option.” I shrugged and ducked under the crime scene tape. “Where’s the gawkers?”
“No idea. Just the lady, whose dog found the body. Corpse’s been out here for a couple days at least.”
Great. That meant it was going to smell. “And the markings you want me to take a look at?”
My long legs were great for treading through the tall unkempt weeds that had taken over the area. The uneven ground made it a struggle to keep balanced, but there was no way I’d let myself fall. I already caught enough flack out on the field, being a witch and a woman.
I grumbled as we got to the barn and scrunched up my nose. “Oh, God.” The smell churned my stomach and it was times like this I wish that I had a spell or something to mask it.
An officer at the door handed me a facemask and then motioned for me to go in. I walked in and looked around. A tarp covered a lump that I imagined was the body, dried blood coated the packed dirt floor and it looked like whatever it was had exploded. Well, that explained the arm.
I tried to focus as my gaze crawled up the wall. Symbols covered it, scattered all over, drawn in something black and I could see the faint glowing of whatever magic it held.
I frowned and pulled out my phone to take pictures of them. “They’re still active.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m trained in magic. I can see the power behind the 10 marks.” I took a few more pictures.
“You can’t take pictures, Abby.”
“I don’t know them on sight, I’m going to have to do some research.” Hopefully the camera could capture the symbols without going haywire. A chill went down my spine and I cursed at the feeling of malevolent magic being activated.
“Get out, get out!” I shoved at Detective Mason and ran out after him. I felt the magic trail after me and I cursed. Grabbing Mason, and the uniform at the door, I held on to their wrists and muttered a protection spell under my breath. In my mind I envisioned a purple circle and threw my energy into that vision to make it manifest.
The barn exploded the moment my circle went up. Shrapnel flew around us and the blast was hot enough to feel through the purple haze of my magic. Had I not managed to get my circle up, we’d be crispy humans. Holy shit. When the smoke cleared all that was left was a smoking pile of wood and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. I let the circle down when I felt the magic in the air fade.
“What the hell was that?” Mason snapped, spinning me around to face him.
“Magic. Strong, terrifying magic.” I took a deep shuddering breath and pulled my own magic back into me.
You can find A.L. Kessler’s Here Witchy Witchy series on Amazon, free with Kindle Unlimited: http://bit.ly/HWWseries
Did you find the number? If you did, then click A.L. Kessler’s link www.amylkessler.com to continue Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt.