Wednesday, October 26, 2016

The Otherling by Heather M. Walker - Tour Stop and Giveaway

In the deep south of Doltree, Georgia, not everything is what is seems. Long accustomed to life as an outcast, the beautiful and demure Annaleah Grace has learned to stand apart from the crowd with dignity. Being the daughter of a white witch and a white witch herself, living in a town of devout Christians, has earned her more than a few raised eyebrows.

When she meets the handsome, yet snarky, Professor Bainbridge with whom she will be teaching at the local University, everything in her life abruptly changes. Something about him seems intimately familiar to her in a way she can’t totally identify. Even though he’s brusque and intimidating, Annaleah is drawn by his otherworldly eyes and foreign mannerisms.

With the help of angels, both Holy and fallen, she discovers just how unique she truly is. Dreams become a meeting place between this reality and the next, and Professor Sebastian Bainbridge’s true identity is revealed.

When her dreams begin to be more than dreams and she wakes up with Georgia red clay she walked through during a nightmare still wet on her feet, Annaleah knows something intense and powerful is going on, and that somehow, Professor Bainbridge is part of it. She is determined to embrace the profound destiny that awaits her and the Professor, even if that means taking up a sword to fight the Devil himself.

Sebastian caught Annaleah neatly in his arms, and encircled her in his wings, holding her so close she felt she could melt right into him and together they would burn as one being. Tears came to her then, spilling down her cheeks and falling onto her breasts, a silver light coming from them as they fell. Sebastian opened his wings then and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look into his mirror eyes. As she saw herself in them, glowing and alive and beautiful, it felt so very right. Sebastian wiped the tears from her eyes, slowly, gently and with great care. His eyes never left hers as he bent his head down, until right before the moment when he caught her lips with his, and everything in the world ceased to exist but their kiss. In that sacred, glorious moment, as their lips pressed together, she was pierced to her heart with all-consuming adoration, and from behind her she felt a great motion, as if she had moved something with a great weight on her back. Confused, and a bit shocked, she broke the kiss, turning to see what was happening behind her.

Sebastian laughed despite her apparent confusion and said, "Oh Annaleah my darling, did you forget?"

Feeling a bit betrayed by his laughter when he could plainly see her distress, Annaleah asked, "Did I forget what?"

At this Sebastian outstretched his magnificent wings to their full height and length, blocking out the sky and the moon hanging therein.

"Your wings Annaleah; you forgot you had wings."

The Otherling will be $0.99 during the tour.
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About the AUTHOR:
Heather was born into a military family, and has lived everywhere from Mountain Home, Idaho, to a small town in England called Bloxham. She eventually settled down In LaGrange, Georgia with her partner of 15 years, Billy, her 7 year old daughter Makaylah, and her 4 indoor cats. She considers herself first and foremost, a mother. She enjoys being a writer, a jeweler, a glass artist, a painter, and avid crafter. It has been her life long dream to publish a book, and she has lovingly worked on “The Otherling” in its various stages for almost 3 years. Heather loves to read, mostly horror, fantasy and occult books. She studies angelology, mysticism, Wicca, psychology and the human mind. Her writing goal is to create a book that comes to life in her reader’s hands and minds, and places them there in the middle of the story. It is her deepest wish that “The Otherling”, as well as her other written works, will accomplished this, and make a home in the hearts of all those who read her words.

Guest Post:
Who or what inspires me?

I get inspiration from everywhere, when I am receptive to it. There are days when I am in a fine mood, when I am well fed and highly caffeinated, and when I feel connected to everyone and to the world itself. On fine days like this, I find myself looking at everyone and all the things around me as a source of potential inspiration.

One thing I have learned to do is to be what others call an eavesdropper, but what I call “tuning in.” Where others might find it rude, I find it to be one of my responsibilities as a writer. Our job includes being perceptive, to take note of things around us as much as we can, so that our writing is realistic and relatable to our readers. I like to give myself a challenge sometimes, to write about the first full sentence I hear someone say while I am sitting at a diner with my family, or out shopping, or doing whatever it is that I am doing. Sometimes I see someone and I wonder what their story is, and I might make them into a minor, even major character in a story or a novella.

Sometimes I get inspired by a movie, or a TV show. The last time this happened, I was inspired by Jessica Lange’s character In Freak Show, when she was singing on the Halloween episode to the man with two faces. She was singing a cover of Lana Del Rey’s Song, “Gods and Monsters,” and a story just flowed heavily into my mind and imagination. I sat down for the better part of 2 days and wrote most of those days, until I was done, and came away with my story, “The calling Song / Innocence Lost”, which is going to be published soon in a charity anthology by The Dragon’s Rocketship.

Dreams, too, are an important source of inspiration for me. I am given ideas all the time in my dreams, by my higher self and my spiritual guides, I believe. Sometimes I even know that I am dreaming, and I tell myself “I WILL remember this when I wake up!” Sometimes I even try to write it down in my dream, knowing that of course I won’t have it when I wake up. It is also incredibly hard to write anything in dreamland, as well as to read. I am not sure why this is so, but I have heard that this is a common theme for everyone in dreams, that telling time, reading and writing are all impossibly hard to do in Dream Time.

There are times when I am given an amazing, fully put together novel idea, from the very beginning of the novel to the end, complete with plot twists and turns and character developments. In these dreams I am amazed that I can write so well, or that these ideas have originated form me. In the dream world, we don’t censor ourselves, and the best of our imagination is at full force. We are in touch with our deepest self, or most intricate aspirations, feelings and desires. In the real, waking world, or mind and rationality have reign. In the dreamland, our souls and hearts rule supreme, it creates our universe from within. It is with this aspect of ourselves that we access when we write, and so for me it is more than fitting to go to dreams as a primary source for my writing inspirations.

Truly though, inspiration can come from anywhere, the only thing we need to do is open our senses up and be receptive.

Heather M. Walker will be awarding a hand painted set of two wine glasses, painted to resemble stained glass and a ten card tarot reading (US/Canada only) to a randomly drawn winner.
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