September pledge

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First came the planning (including husband-generated Word table of what-happens-when), then the passports (Word table didn’t help husband locate his – no, that took a certain spouse with a vivid imagination to solve that mystery …) and today the packing and it’s time to say farewell, for the rest of the summer that is. I’ll be back in September, so if you don’t hear from me for a while, I promise it isn’t because I don’t love you anymore. I’ll see you in the sunshine … I’ll hear your voice everywhere … (Okay, I won’t really, but out of sight doesn’t necessarily mean out of mind).
Should you be interested in what I’m up to, in lieu of daily letters, I’ll be posting on Facebook (from time to time) and there may, perhaps, even be the occasional tweet, depending on how intermittent the internet connections are on my travels.
And if you’re off on your holiday, or even if you’re not, why not download either ‘Strong as Death’ or ‘Selkie’ to read? here from Amazon Uk or here from Amazon.com

PS It was in the loft, in the last suitcase he took abroad.

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Catching magic

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Golden dragonfly.

Golden dragonfly.

Recently, my husband suggested an evening walk somewhere magical. A Site of Special Scientific Interest, Drumbrugh Moss is an ancient and rare place that is home to flora and fauna that has been established for thousands of years. With each step we took, dragonflies, clouds of them, took flight. As the sun caught their wings, the air was filled with shimmers of turquoise and emerald and copper and gold, and my breath was taken away as that place seemed to be alive with more than the memory of the time when faeries were real and their tales were true. I wish I could have captured the sight, but I’m not a photographer and the only camera I own is on my phone. I’ve done my best with these images I’m sharing here.
Dragonfly landing on Steve's hand.

Dragonfly landing on Steve’s hand.

Drumbrugh Moss - a magical place.

Drumbrugh Moss – a magical place.

Turquoise dragonfly.

Turquoise dragonfly.

Dragonflies are a symbol of resurrection, a symbol of hope, and I was reminded of a scene in my novel, Strong as Death. Omitting a name for those who haven’t read it, this passage came to mind:

“Music I’ve never heard before, sung by a voice I never thought I’d hear again, joins in with the silvery snow-dance and floats towards me and I search through the lacy veil to find the source. And there he is, singing his song of darkness that became warm, like liquid velvet that shimmers with a promise, velvet black that swallowed the shadows of the pain that was his charred and broken body. And there is light, singing to him, and in him and through him, pulling him into the circle of silver that glimmers at the end of the dark. And the silver explodes and the sound is glorious and the broken body, the body that’s no longer his, falls away to the bottom of the dark. And iridescent wings lift him towards a blue he never imagined, rays of light touch his body reborn, sending flashes of green and flares of cerise like a first sunrise. And his new song reaches for the chorus of the dragonflies that flock above him as he soars to join his dragonfly-song with theirs.”

Strong as Death second edition

Strong as Death
second edition

I hope I catch the imagery of these magical creatures with my words, if not my pictures and if you’d like to give Strong as Death a try, you can find it:

Amazon.co.uk

Amazon.com

Selkie

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Thank you to Mary Cathleen Clark for stepping out of her comfort zone to post this review of Selkie.

Southern Highways and Byways

Writing a book review is not–no where, no how–in my bag of magic tricks. But the idea behind this tale is such an unusual and intriguing one that I felt compelled to share my mediocre review of this fine novel here. Please bear with me…

I had never heard of a Selkie until I read Julia Lund’s novel aptly titled Selkie, but then I’m not familiar with Scottish folklore. For those of you who don’t know what a Selkie is, it’s a creature that has the form of a seal, but can also take on a human form.
And so the story begins…
Sixteen-year-old Sam Harris, along with her mom and younger brother, move to the Scottish coast for a new start after their father/husband abandons the family. Sam’s mother has taken a job caring for the elderly Miss McCulloch who abides in a house overlooking a magical cove…

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Book Review: Selkie – Julia Lund (YA Fiction)

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I am thrilled that author, Andrew Updegrove, has taken time out of his busy book launch schedule to read and review Selkie.

Andrew Updegrove: Tales of Adversego

Selkie 110The simple title of Julia Lund’s well-crafted “Selkie” may fall strangely on non-U.K. ears, but the legends that it draws on are as old as the peoples that returned to the wind-swept coasts of Scotland in the wake of the receding glaciers. The hold these legends have on their descendants, and the clash that results when fate casts a young woman from away among them, provides the tension the author employs to build a captivating tale of coming of age, keeping faith with family, and self-realization

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