Nightmare of Ghastly, Macabre, Heart-Stopping Horror! And it's all true!

This Monday I lived through a true-life horror film. Something I'll never forget in my life as much as I'd like to.

So. Monday afternoon, 3:00 p.m., the dog and I are napping upstairs. Lame, I know, but I suffer from insomnia so I have to steal sleep when it calls. But I digress.

Half-asleep, I hear the front door open. Gotta' be my daughter who just got off work. Soon, footfalls thunder upstairs. I wonder why she's intruding upon my inner sanctum. The bedroom door opens. My dog's collar jangles as he runs to meet  my daughter.

Although...it wasn't my daughter.

A man's voice, mumbling to himself. Or talking to my dog. Popeye-esque. "Hello, boy, be damned if I know where they are."

Okay. What does one do in this circumstance? Oddly enough, I kept my eyes closed the entire time, still groggy and in a pseudo sleep coma. If I'm gonna' die, I may as well go out in a state of half-realized Nirvana. Or something. I couldn't think. The surrealism nearly swept me away. That and my heart jack-hammering against my chest.

"Hello?" I said, master of witty dialogue. I don't know about you guys, but apparently since I was about to meet a serial killer who broke into my house, I guess I wanted to be polite to the man who was about to take me out.

"Hi," my would-be murderer replied, "I'm supposed to meet some people here to look at the house." Pause. Still had my eyes closed. Couldn't be buggered to open them. Dreaming? No. The strange long silence continued. I don't know who was more horrified. Me? Probably not. The mystery man walked into a scenario with an overweight, middle-aged man lying on top of a bed in his underwear with a half pit-bull dog on the floor.

"Um, no, the house next door is for sale," I said. Had to be dreaming. Right? RIGHT?

"Jesus Christ, tell me I didn't come into the wrong house! I'm sorry, buddy!"

I said it was okay (it wasn't), no problems done (tell that to my soiled underwear), come back again soon, next time I'll be clothed (No way. The door gets locked even while I'm home from now on). But you know what? In my state of sleepiness, I handled it all in stride, too dazed to realize the horror of it all. Wasn't 'till I woke up, I realized how damn creepy it was. But I handled it in an amazingly half-lucid Zen state of mind. Even though I still don't know what my visitor looked like. I don't think I ever want to, either. He's probably heavily drinking in a bar right now after what he saw. Or gouging his eyes out.

Now, about my dog. Sure, he wants to tear the mailman's head off, but he met a house-breaking serial killer with a lick and a wag of the tail.

Spelling Bad With Marva Dasef

I’d like to shove little Harry Potter to the back of the classroom to make way for a serious student of witchcraft, Katrina, the heroine of Marva Dasef’s imaginative and fun series,  The Witches of Galdorheim.

Thanks, Marva, for coming on and putting up with my hoo-hah.

*Fill the uninitiated in. Tell us about the Galdorheim series.

The series follows the adventures of Katrina Galdorheim, a teen witch who lives with her family on an island in the Barents Sea north of Norway. The Witches’ Home (Galdorheim) was established during the 15^th C. when the witch-burning fad was in full swing in Europe. Since the island is entirely populated by witches, they can maintain a pleasant environment via a magic dome surrounding the village where the witches reside. 

Katrina was born into a powerful witch family. Unfortunately for Kat, her mother (Ardyth) fell for a simple Siberian fisherman who was stranded on the island when his umiak was crushed by an amorous walrus. Kat was the result of their union, but her father was frozen into an ice cave shortly after her birth. Her younger brother, Rune, was conceived by his and Kat’s mom on an ill-fated vacation to Transylvania.

Skip ahead a few years and the story begins as Kat becomes increasingly frustrated that all her spell casting goes terribly wrong. She’s a very bad speller. She decides she’s just not witch material and decides to run away from the island to find her father’s Siberian family. This involves a rather lengthy trip across frozen seas, through the Norwegian mountains, then eastward into Siberia. Her half vampire brother, Rune, decides to help her on the journey since he’s a super spellcaster. This is how the first book begins.

The next two books (Midnight Oil and Scotch Broom) in the series continue with Kat and Rune getting into and out of trouble with various magical creatures, many of which you mention below.

*Okay, at first, I gave an award-winning eye-roll (several gravitations) when I read that your books involved witches, vampires, trolls, werewolves, ogres, the whole nine yards. Toss everything in a fantasy blender and stir. But once I read the first book, Bad Spelling, I became bewitched beneath your spell. You made all the seemingly disparate elements gel. Talk about world-building. Finally, I get to my question. Did you start with a witch, your heroine, and work from there? Were the other fantastical characters preplanned or did the tale lead you on the way?

I started with a title—Bad Spelling. It was one of those wake up in the middle of the night with a couple of words and it grew into Kat’s story. As I wrote, I outlined some of the events, coming up with the situations Kat would encounter. With lots of research into magic and Norse legend, I found the various characters, both good and evil. Many times I’d find something in research I never knew before, but just had to use. A lot came from my love of Fractured Fairytales. Give me a legend, myth, or fairy tale, and I’ll be happy to abuse it.

*How did you settle on such a cold and foreign climate and terrain to set your series in? Knowledge or wishful thinking?

I’m 1/4^th Norwegian on my mother’s side of the family. People tend to read about their roots, so I was fairly familiar with Norse myth and legend. The usual Norse-based fantasies are all about Vikings and tend toward epic fantasy. I wanted something fun, humorous, a little dangerous, and without a Viking in sight. Hm. Maybe a Viking or two wouldn’t be a bad idea.

*No, I think you did right by keeping those vikings at bay, Marva. Bad bunch, the kind Mom warned about hanging out with. I was very impressed with the small imaginative touches, from the cheese in the refrigerator mooing to the clocks announcing the time. Um, tell me, Marva, does your milk chat at you?

Alas, my food talks only if it disagrees with me. I can usually shut it up with a couple of Tums.

*To be honest, I was a little disappointed when the tale of Galdorheim became a quest. Not that I didn’t enjoy the quest. I did. But I liked the characters who were left behind. Am I the only one who really liked uptight Aunt Thordis?  For whatever reason, she was my favorite character. I need therapy, maybe.

While it was something of a journey, Kat isn’t a Chosen One. I think Quests are more likely to be a journey to find a magical talisman or even “off to see the Wizard.” Kat’s just trying to find someplace to live where she won’t be constantly humiliated by her so-called handicap. The next two books have larger roles for Thordis, Ardyth, and Mordita (who’s my favorite). While Kat continues to search for stuff, at no time is she a Chosen One on a Quest.

*Rune, Kat’s brother. Nice character, always hungry, definitely supportive of his sister. Why half-vampire?

Other than it just being a fun twist, Rune has to be something of an outcast himself, but he has to be a strong spell caster and an annoying little brother. What’s more annoying than a brother who wants to drink your blood? This is brought out when he doesn’t join the warlock Wolf Pack because he figures he has enough trouble controlling his vampire. A prequel story, Spellslinger, is all about a younger Rune dealing with his own problems with his vampire nature and his magic.

*Kat’s mother really got around. Not casting judgment, mind you. But, sheesh, what a hoochie, sleeping with mundanes, vampires, warlocks. What’s next…werewolves? Um, no wonder Kat’s got issues.

Ardyth is a free spirit. She would be right at home at Burning Man or any Renaissance Faire. In the 60’s she would have been Mick Jagger’s favorite groupie. She’s also a responsible mom, though. In her case, if you mess with her kids you might end up as a toad.

*Having not read the rest of the series (yet), I have to ask…Kat’s father, Borisi. He was left “half-dead (it’s complicated)” tunneling his way into a glacier. Yet, we didn’t find out why. This intriguing puzzle fairly opened the book, kept me compelled. The answer wasn’t forthcoming. Can I assume it will be resolved in the next books?

Yes, the question is answered, but Kat doesn’t get to know. The adults prefer not to tell her. “Maybe when you grow up...” Aren’t adults annoying? It’s not really too difficult to understand, though. Borisi was mundane, living with a bunch of spellcasters. He was attempting to establish his own home outside the village. With a harsh environment and few resources, he was building an igloo of sorts. While Samis are igloo-builders, the idea of an icehouse as a home is fairly common. They even have that ice hotel in Iceland. How crazy is that?

*Argh. Parents. 

Absolutely loved the “trollercoaster” and the Cavalry of lemmings. Not things you read about often. Things I love to discover. Things I haven’t read about before. Things dreams/nightmares are made of. So, where’d they come from (and pass the peyote)? 

Um, yeah. I don’t like to read trite, therefore I attempt to not take the obvious route to any solution. I think all writers try to pull something a bit different from their brains to make their stories stand out.  I wish you hadn’t mentioned the lemmings, though. That’s kind of a spoiler.

*Oops. Belated spoiler alert, folks! I’ve found that every writer drops something of their self into their tales. Who are you? What parts are you?

I was pretty much like Thordis when I was managing technical documentation departments at software firms. I even made one guy cry. But I’d really love to be Mordita. Cranky, wise, and willing to break the rules. My kind of gal.

*Moving forward, what can we expect from Kat and company? Burgeoning romance between Andy, the ex-troll, and Kat? Rune getting his vampire on? The little witchy witch, Merry, getting her comeuppance? Many more quests? Mysteries? More of Kat’s mother’s dalliances?

A reviewer who goes by handle The Fountain Pen Diva loves the series, total fangirl. A big plus for her is that sappy teen angst romance doesn’t get in the way of adventure. I can’t say too much or I’d be handing out spoilers. Let’s just say all of the characters you mention play a role in at least one of the next two books, and we’ll meet a few more interesting magical folk.  As for quests? I still don’t have any Chosen Ones. I think rather than a ‛quest’ my characters fall into circumstances that put them into hot water from which they have to find their own way out.

*Beyond the Galdorheim series, anything else on Marva’s keyboard we can anticipate?

I have several other books already out in the world. For the near future, I’ll be working on getting my books into the up-and-coming audio book media. When you can listen to a book on your smart phone, a lot of commuters, joggers, and gym rats will have something to do other than endure another Miley Cyrus or Justin Beiber song.

No more Cyrus and Beiber! Bring on Dasef!

Highly recommended, check out Marva’s series. More fun than going to the dentist and immensely less painful.

I’d love to hear from people. Please visit my website, blog, and social media sites. Here are the deets.

Website: https://sites.google.com/site/mdasefauthor/home

Blog: http://mgddasef.blogspot.com

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002BM4DM6

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/MarvaDasef

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/?tab=wX#107073845875601488093/posts  

Twitter Handle: @Gurina

Book Trailers: http://www.youtube.com/user/MarvaDasef/videos

I’ve recently re-issued many of my ebooks, including the Witches of Galdorheim series.  Everything I have is available on Amazon and its many country-specific sites throughout the world. 

Thanks for a fun interview, Stuart. Maybe Tex and Kat can sit down and have a conversation some day. I think they have a lot in common.

InKansanity

I'm ashamed to be living in Kansas right now. Not just the usual embarrassments of idiocy, either. And a little scared, too.

You've probably heard about the tragic shooting at the Kansas Jewish Community Center. The perpetrator shot and killed several people. Why? Hate crime. When the police caught this demon, he smiled, made some anti-Semitic comments, very proud of his handiwork. Turns out he had been a "Grandmaster" in the Ku Klux Klan. Yes, sadly, the KKK still exists in Kansas.

I just watched the poor woman who lost her son and father give a heart-felt statement to the local media. Woman's a warrior, said she hopes something good comes from it, and her faith in God is carrying her through.

Bravo and tears for her. Honestly, she handled it with such grace, I don't know how she managed. I couldn't.

If that's not enough, there's currently a maniac who slips on a ski mask and is driving around the "Grandview Triangle (a particularly tricky part of Kansas City highway treachery, a special circle of Hell in itself, now made even more dangerous)" taking potshots at other drivers.

The police commissioner's response when put on the spot? "Well, there hasn't been a shooting since Sunday." Like that's supposed to appease us. Lame. But I know he's in a tough spot.

The insanity has to stop.

It's like Kansas back in the "wild west" days. The difference being I actually understand why people were putting bullets in others back then. Greed. Money. Show of power. Not acceptable, but at least there was motivation behind the shootings.


Not now. It's a scary, dangerous world. One where I fear for my loved ones. Something has to change. And the change starts with how we interact with one another.

The Smears of a Clown

Really dumb title, right? You betcha! And very appropriate, too.

So, my publisher held a contest for the authors to enter a flash fiction contest. The rules were simple. Write a short story under 100 words. Being the consummate idiot I am, I forgot to include a title. My publisher named it "Criminal Clown." But I much prefer my title.

I didn't win. I never win anything.

But here for your pleasure (torture) is "The Smears of a Clown."

Thumping woke me in the night. I slipped out of bed and tip-toed downstairs. A clown stood frozen at the back door, cradling my television.

Caught somewhere between fear and a dream-like state, I blinked, rubbed my eyes. Not the best response, I laughed.

He asked, "What's so funny? Do I look like a clown to you?"

"Yes."

His red, plastic nose squeaked when I planted a meat-cleaver into his face.

I pumped my fist like a rock-star to the resounding applause in my head. Always wanted to kill a clown.

Mimes are next. Then politicians and Kardashians.

Nice Catholic Girl to Wanton Biker Hoochy

Where did I go wrong? I tried raising my daughter in the right way. Taught her good values. Had a very uncomfortable (but frank) sex talk with her while she was on the swing-set. Told her to eat her vegetables and shut her hole, all the respectable things parents should do.

Through-out her edumacational years, she was a good student; shy, sweet, never a hair out of place.

Then it all ended.

Yesterday morning I heard this horrendous chopping sound outside. To my open-mouthed dismay, I watched as my daughter got off the back of a Harley. Leather-wearing dude driving. Gah!

Twenty-one years old and now she decides to rebel.

Well, you know what? I'm rebelling back. I've had it. Two can play at this game. No longer will I tolerate such insolence. Instead I'm going to join the game. I told her I'm going to wear mid-riff t-shirts and skinny jeans. And getting a "tramp-stamp" tattoo that reads, "Luscious." It won't be pretty. Don't care. Payback can be a beeyotch. And when her friends come around, I'm going to spout all kindsa' ludicrous "hipster" lingo like, "Hey, hey, hey, Stuart's in the hizzy-house," and "What up, yo?" and "You feel me, blood?" and "Peace out."

Parents! It's time for us to take back the night. I'm calling for a revolution. And the war starts here. So, hitch up those "mom jeans" and proudly wear them over your navel! Display that comb-over like a trophy! Don't be afraid to own up to having a Hall and Oates eight-track tape in your closet!

I can't wait for the day when my daughter says, "Dad, you're being dumb. Quit embarrassing me."

How will I respond? Gonna' get on my new Harley, of course, toss her the two-fingered metal salute, and leave her in a blaze of smoke.

Cutting Up and Cutting Souls With Lexa Cain

Please welcome Lexa Cain, author of the highly entertaining YA supernatural thriller, Soul Cutter.

*Lexa! Okay, I’ve gotta’ ask…Is Lexa Cain your real name or a pen name? You don’t have to give your true name if it’s not, but…dang, I’m jealous. “Lexa Cain” rolls off the tongue like a dental drug.

Hi Stuart! Thanks for having me on your blog.  Yes, as you’ve so astutely surmised, Lexa Cain is a pen name. It’s my third pen name since I started getting short stories published a few years ago. I like having  different identities. It makes me feel like an international spy!

*Tell us about your book, Soul Cutter.

The main character, Élan, is a person who loves to be in control and who is a skeptic of all things paranormal. When she goes to Egypt, she finds herself surrounded by supernatural forces, including an unearthly killer called the Soul Cutter, who’s kidnapped her mother.  With the help of a tough but secretive young man, Élan has to confront her biggest fears, fight enemies both human and non-human, and save her mother and everyone else from the legendary killer, the Soul Cutter.

*Your book transported me, as a reader, to an exotic locale: Egypt. All of the sounds, sights, smells, customs. Very convincing and very realistic. What experience do you have with Egypt? Tell me it’s not from the intronets.

I’ve lived in Egypt for over twenty years, and I’m married to an Egyptian, so most of my knowledge is first hand, except for the paranormal things. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any ghosties or supernatural beasties … yet.

*Your protagonist, Elan, is an interesting gal. Part psychic phenomenon debunker, part spunky heroine, all crazy teenage heroine. How much of Elan are you?

Not much really, although I’m as ridiculously stubborn and determined as she is.

*Why is she a psychic phenomenon debunker? I mean, it’s really cool and everything, but, why?

Good question! Complicated answer. Élan killed someone before the book starts and her guilt has convinced her the dead person’s ghost is stalking her to get revenge. She’s obsessed with proving the supernatural doesn’t exist in order to assure herself she has nothing to fear.

*Along these same lines, Elan has issues. Any issues we can relate to you as the author?

Élan has issues with her mother, who didn’t treat her very well as a child. I’ve also found family relationships are often less than satisfying. I also like to be in control and find it hard to accept that I can’t control everything.

*There are some interesting Egyptian legends (and some Islamic ones, as well) presented in your tale. How many of these are based on true beliefs and how many were birthed in your cranium?

The Soul Cutter is completely fictitious, but the Darsani are based on efreet, the evil cousins of djinn. Both efreet and djinn are well known Arabic legends. Efreet are basically demonic entities, and the Darsani in my book are also demonic, but have their own specific abilities and motivations.

*Okay, we have dark, claustrophobic rooms, snakes, rats, perilous height situations, and septic tank trauma! Why do I get the sneaking suspicion this is a laundry list of what frightens Lexa Cain?

It’s rats and snakes and being trapped in a septic tank! Who wouldn’t be scared of those things?

*Putting you on the spot! Which was a bigger influence on your tale: Hellraiser (the flick, not Barker’s novella) or “Scooby-Doo?”

I’d have to go with Hellraiser. The thrills and chills in my novel aren’t for the faint of heart and would even send the Scooby Gang speeding away in their Mystery Machine.

*What’s next to come out of your keyboard, Lexa? Will there be a sequel to Soul Cutter?

I’d definitely love to take Élan and Ramsey on a new adventure! I already have ideas about the new challenges they’ll face, including “Mommy Dearest,” the return of the Soul Cutter, and an even bigger and more dangerous foe. But at the moment that’s on a back burner while I write two other books, a suspense/thriller and a scifi/horror.

Now, go out and buy the dang book, folks. It’s excellent! Lexa’s prose is fantastic and the setting is unique. Plus, if you’re a horror fan, Lexa doesn’t shy away from the goods.

BLURB FOR SOUL CUTTER:

The Soul Cutter is hunting again.

Seventeen-year-old Élan spends her free time videoing psychic scams and outing them online. Skepticism makes life safe—all the ghosts Élan encounters are fakes. When her estranged mother disappears from a film shoot in Egypt, Élan puts her medium-busting activities on hold and joins the search.

In Egypt, the superstitious film crew sucks at finding her mom. When a hotel guest is killed, whispers start—the locals think their legendary Soul Cutter has come back from the dead. Élan's only ally is Ramsey, a film-crew intern, but he’s arrogant, stubborn—and hiding dangerous secrets.

When Élan discovers the Soul Cutter is no scam, she finds herself locked in a deadly battle against a supernatural killer with more than her mother’s life at stake.

Élan's fighting for her very soul.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon:

http://ibty.in/31a1297

Amazon UK:

http://ibty.in/6c078e8

Barnes & Noble:

http://ibty.in/e060b50

Smashwords:

http://ibty.in/f7f1cba

Kobo:

http://ibty.in/f193d27

MuseItUp Publishing:

http://ibty.in/7f5945f

SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

Blog: http://lexacain.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lexa.cain.1
Facebook Author: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lexa-Cain/504432766289367
GoodReads Author: http://www.goodreads.com/Lexa_Cain
GoodReads Book: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18753339-soul-cutter

Water For Old Folks

My nieces went to McDonalds with my mom.

She ordered a "senior water."

Huh. Being older, and presumably wiser than me, my mom must have been hipped to a secret about water I wasn't privy to. Is there some sort of distinct water recipe reserved for senior citizens? Specially distilled and aged like a fine wine? A mummified keg of water on tap, blended with nutrition and laxatives? Lawrence Welk bubbles popping off the top of the barrel? And cheaper than free? Can't beat that bargain.

I dwelled. Came up blank. Perhaps she was asking to speak to the assistant manager, Senor Water. But that didn't sound right.

She received her senior water. Discounted at extra free. I bet it tasted like liquid gold.

I can't wait 'til I can order a senior water.