The Unseen Around Us

There are those people who walk through life with the philosophy that ‘Seeing is Believing’.  I tend to find those people boring. Roald Dahl said it best:

“Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

For those of you who are wondering, Roald Dahl was the genius behind such beloved classics as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach and The Witches. All of which have been turned into movies. In Charlie’s case, more than once. (The talents of Johnny Depp are endless). One of my favorites was The BFG.

But back to my point. If you wait for magic to be proven, you’re missing the whole point. Magic is the unexplained. Magic is never having to ask how or why but simply accepting that it is. The same can be said of religion and God, but we aren’t here to debate that. (not touching that one with a 100 foot pole!)

Fairy houseLife is so much more fun if you let the child in you out to play and accept that the improbable may be all around you. When you hear a rustling in the bush, don’t let your rational adult no nonsense side tell you it’s a squirrel or just the wind. Perhaps it’s a white rabbit with time management issues, or a territorial fairy warning you away. Maybe it’s a directionally challenged leprechaun waiting on a rainbow. Next time a child points out the impossible don’t set them straight with logical and scientific facts, play along. You may just find a little fun in a world that is sometimes far too serious.

If you’re one of the ones that think I’m crazy and the only good book is non-fiction or biographical – keep on with your boring Vulcan lives. I’ll be over here, knocking to see if any fairies are home.

 

Excerpt from Andromeda Rising – The Troll Market:

When I looked around I was stunned by what I saw. The ceiling was at least thirty feet high and was as wide as the two-lane human street somewhere above us. In some spots, glass blocks acted as skylights to the world above and would allow natural sunlight in during the day. “Can’t the humans see though the blocks?” I asked.

“They work like a one way mirror. From above they look like pavement, but from below they’re transparent blocks. The humans have no idea this place exists,” he explained in a low voice.

Red brick-walled shops with ornate arched doorways lined the cobblestone street, but it wasn’t like any street I had ever been on before. Trees were growing in two even rows down either side and had flowers that glowed brightly, which cast enough light it was like the street lights on the human streets above. How they grew in the subterranean environment was surely magick. There were no cars, only the occasional rickshaw that seemed to move around on its own; the whole place was a hive of activity.

A low hum of noise rose around me from the multitude of beings walking the street. The Market was as busy as any human mall. Fairies flitted about from tree to tree, going in and out of what looked like large bird houses. I realized that the fairies had a market of their own in the tree tops. Colorful birds perched in the trees; short, stocky men that looked like Dwarves wandered by, crossing paths with a Centaur; and a couple of little men that looked just like the gnome in Mrs. Jamison’s garden bickered while eating some kind of black bread.

There were others that looked human except for the beaks they had in place of their nose and mouth. Some were cloaked and deeply hooded like me, while others were dressed in fine silks and brightly colored linens. Some beings were beautiful and graceful; others were the stuff horror movies were made of, with leathery wings and twisted forms; others still, looked completely human like me. All were welcome here and seemed to co-exist peacefully.

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A reviewer and recent fan of Andromeda Rising made this for me and mixed it in the middle of a truly amazing review! I immediately fell in love with it as it completely captures a facet of Mateo’s personality!

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Thank You KiraLyn!!!!! I LOVE this so much!

Kira says: 

Ramsey’s debut novel is a fun read…[Her] cosmology is much broader and incorporates all manner of supernatural and mythological beings. She incorporates just the right level of detail and world-building to leave you in a state of wonderment and wanting to learn more.

Andromeda Rising is a very entertaining debut novel and a refreshing change of pace from typical Urban Fantasy fare.

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Due to overwhelming requests, I have decided to post an excerpt from Andromeda Rising.

Enjoy!

Joss Hooded 2It was just after dark when we started walking back to the condemned house. Despite the warmth of the evening, Mateo had me wear a hoodie with the hood pulled up and then cloak myself like we had practiced before we left the house so no one would see me going for a walk at dark. He was just a stray dog. Mateo was very worried about the Inquisitors that were still in the city, no doubt looking for me in the same area where I’d escaped them. My neighborhood. He was right. This was probably a bad idea.

It was weird walking down the street and knowing no one could see me. A man walking his poodle looked right through me, and I had to move quickly to avoid bumping into him. It was habit to think someone would move over on the sidewalk, but the man wasn’t going to move over if there was nothing to walk around.

It wasn’t long before we got to the property that housed the fairy tribe. We approached the opening in the fence where a beautifully paved walkway to the front door used to be. Now it was a badly overgrown path, littered with broken stones and exposed tree roots. Mateo gave me some instructions while we stood in the shadow of a tree.

“Keep your hood up but drop your cloaking spell and walk to the front door. Stop when you get halfway there. Set the basket down and slowly back away. We wait on the sidewalk until the guard comes to speak with us. When he does, you’re going to respectfully request to speak to the Chief. If we’re lucky, they’ll agree. If we’re not, be prepared to run. Fairies are suspicious of creatures bearing gifts.”

“Then why did we bring the basket full of stuff?” I asked with wide eyes.

Mateo ignored me. “Take the amulet Inari gave you out of your shirt. I’m hoping they’ll recognize you as someone who has protection. It may make things easier.”

“May?” I asked nervously.

“Most fairies hate humans,” he deadpanned.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I’m not human according to you.”

He let out a low growl. “I’m very aware of that.  I’m hoping they’ll think you’re an elf hybrid or something. Keep your hood up. If they figure out what you really are, we’re screwed.”

Well, wasn’t this fabulous?  I took a deep breath, reminding myself I was the one that wanted to do this.

I dropped my spell and slowly picked my way through the broken paving stones towards the house.  I heard some rustling in the dead bushes that served as a hedge. It sounded like a squirrel, but I knew better.  I was being watched. The air around me was like an oppressive weight, the atmosphere the epitome of every scary movie I had ever seen, complete with the idiot girl walking to her doom. I was sure this was the house the neighborhood kids called haunted. My heart felt like it was in my throat. I knew a regular human would be scared and would likely not have gotten this far, and they would have no idea what they were walking towards. I knew what I was walking into, and the prickle of danger over my skin had raised the hair on the back of my neck.

When I got halfway to the house, I carefully placed the basket on the ground and slowly backed away. I really hoped none of the neighbors were looking out their windows because I must have looked like a nut case.

When I got back to Mateo, he pressed himself close in front of me. I took comfort in his protection but wasn’t sure how effective a dog would be against attacking fairies. Lord and Lady, I hoped it didn’t come to that.

I watched carefully and saw two shadows dart out from under the house to inspect the basket. There was a shrill sound like that of a bat and a third shadow joined the first two briefly before zipping back under the house.

“The Chief will have been alerted to our presence. Don’t make any sudden moves. They’ll be watching,” Mateo said quietly.

I held my breath as one of the small shadows came closer. The amulet on my chest began to vibrate softly, barely more than a hint of a humming—something to ask Mateo about if we lived through this.

It wasn’t long before I could make out a small man with the wings of a beetle. He was only about five inches tall with black hair, and he had gray skin that seemed to be stretched too tight over his small bones. His clothes looked like they were made out of dead leaves, cobwebs, and scraps of dark colored fabric.

Hostile black eyes narrowly appraised me, and I thought I saw him eye my amulet. “What do you want, human?” he snapped out in a harsh, grating voice.

“I respectfully request the honor of speaking with your Chief. I have some information I feel may be vital to the well-being of your tribe,” I stated with a respectful nod, happy to hear none of the nervousness I was feeling showed in my voice.

“And what do you want in exchange for this information,” he sneered, his voice clearly stating he didn’t believe I had any information the Chief would find valuable.

“I want nothing more than to pass it along and depart in peace.”

The guard snorted in disbelief. “I will pass along your information, should I think it worthy.”

“With respect, I would prefer to offer the information directly to your Chief.”

“Fine,” he spat and flew back to the house.

Several minutes later he came back, a small bow and arrow drawn and pointed at me. “You will be permitted to speak with the Baron. Walk to the steps. Any farther and we kill you where you stand.”

Mateo growled softly at the threat, and I put my hand on his head to quiet him. “We thank you for the opportunity and promise not to take any more of his valuable time than necessary.”

Mateo and I slowly retraced my steps back up the broken pathway, past the spot where I had stopped previously, to the ruined steps of the house, and stopped as instructed. A taller fairy flew forward out of the shadows of the dilapidated porch. He was maybe six inches tall and was wearing a suit made out of old black velvet. His shoulders were draped in spider webs, and his long silver hair was brushed back into a tidy ponytail at the base of his neck. His skin was olive toned but looked chalky, as if he were dead. With large, elaborately decorated, dusty gray moth wings and a small but wicked looking sword strapped to his hip, four other fairies flanked him, their large black beetle wings humming. Dressed in uniform, they were clearly his guards. Another small group of moth-winged fairies flew forward and seemed to hold some kind of status by the way the others deferred to them.

I heard rustling overhead and glanced up to see several bats grasping onto the porch roof with small fairies perched on their backs. The fierce glittering of their small black eyes matched those of the bats. This was the aerial protection, I assumed with a faint shudder. My attention was brought back to the Chief when he spoke.

“My sentry tells me you have information for me, madam.” His voice was deeper than I would have expected for someone of his size, and I was impressed with the level of respect he showed me.

I was at a bit of a loss as to how I was supposed to address him but figured sir was safe enough. “I do, sir. I hope I do not offend you by presuming you don’t know what happens in your territory, but—”

The nasty little guard who’d escorted us here took offense anyway and erupted in fury, flying up into my face and threatening me with his own small sword. “That is Baron Blackthorn, leader of the coastal tribes, you are addressing, you worthless human! Watch your tongue before I cut it out of your useless head!”

Mateo snarled fiercely, his hackles rising as he tensed.

The Baron held up a hand to silence the guard. “Quiet, Nettle.  While she has the sight, she has no knowledge of our ways.  You will show her the respect she has shown us thus far or you will find yourself cleaning mole holes for the next moon.”

The guard fell silent at the admonishment, drifting slowly back to the porch and bowing low. “Excuse me, my Lord.”

The Baron turned back to a still tense but calmer Mateo and me. “Please excuse the rudeness of my sentry, madam. I would hear your information and then decide if it is a presumption or not.”

Goddess, the guy wasn’t just a chief, he was a Lord. The many ways I could screw this up were staggering. I remembered playing tea party with my mom as a child and the way we would pretend we were royalty, greeting others to our table. I had nothing to lose by being excessively formal. As my last foster mom liked to say, “Good manners never offended anyone.”

“My Lord Blackthorn, my friend Mateo and I were out walking this afternoon and overheard a human planning the destruction of this house and property two days hence to make way for a new block of human houses.  I feared your tribe would be killed and decided to offer the warning.”

His guards grew restless at my words, the advisors to the side murmuring quietly amongst themselves, and the Baron was silent for a long moment. I started to get nervous.

“Why would you trouble yourself to warn us? What is it that you want in return?” he asked.

“The doctrines of the Lord and Lady require their followers do no harm, and I felt if I kept my counsel, then my inaction may cause your tribe harm.  I want nothing in return for the information except that you do not reveal my existence to others.  I have my own enemies and am taking a great risk to give you this warning,” I told him truthfully.

“What is your name, madam?” he asked.

“Jocelyn Matthews, my Lord.”

The Baron looked at me for a long moment and then switched his gaze to Mateo. “Have you nothing to say?” Obviously, he recognized Mateo as something other than a dog.

“No, Baron Blackthorn. She interferes against my advice. I am here only to ensure she comes to no harm,” Mateo said shortly.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it.

The Baron must have caught my expression because he smothered a smile, composing himself quickly. “I have several large tribes living in the area, Lady Matthews. The Chiefs and I are responsible for many.” He waved a hand towards the advisors, who I now knew to be the leaders of the tribes under Baron Blackthorn’s domain. “Where would you have us go? Especially if time is as short as you claim.”

I thought for a long moment. What did I know about fairies? I replayed the little bit of information that Mateo had given me earlier. “I admit, my Lord, I know little of fairies. However, there is a large park located behind my house only a few blocks from here. There is a series of hollow tree caves scattered in the darkest part of the park. Most are well hidden from the humans. I only know of them because I dug a tunnel out of my house as an escape route in case I am attacked by my enemies. The caves may be a safe place for your people to shelter until you can find a more suitable home.” It was the only suggestion I could offer, and I hoped he wouldn’t be offended.

I could feel Mateo stiffen in anger when I mentioned my escape tunnel, but I figured the show of trust might convince the Baron to believe in my good intentions.

“You surprise me, Lady Matthews. Not many would go out of their way to warn an Unseelie fairy tribe of impending danger or expose themselves in such a way; you are unique. I find your information to be vitally important. As you have said, you risk much to bring me this information and even more by revealing such information about yourself. These are perilous times, and I suspect we have a shared enemy.” He raised his voice so everyone could hear him. “Your identity will be kept within the tribes. None shall speak of you by name or describe you in any way.” His words held a command and all the fairies present nodded in response. He gestured behind him and a younger male fairy dressed in a similar fashion stepped forward. “I would ask that you take my son, Bracken, with you and show him the caves.”

He spoke to his chiefs. “Alert the tribes. Tell them to gather their belongings quickly. We begin leaving two hours before sunrise.”

The Baron turned back to me. “We are in your debt, Lady Matthews, for your timely warning. I always pay my debts.”

“No thanks are needed, Lord Blackthorn. I have done only what was right. We will leave you now to return home. Your son, Bracken, will be shown the caves so you may relocate your people as quickly as possible. I’m sure you have much to carry, so with your consent, I will take the gifts I brought and leave them in the caves for your arrival,” I offered.

“That would be appreciated, Lady Matthews. I will think on a way to repay your unexpected kindness.” He bowed slightly and turned to issue orders to an ever growing group of fairies.

I pulled my hood farther up, making sure my face was hidden, as I turned to follow Mateo. We left quickly with the small fairy, Bracken, following silently behind us.

“We will talk about this, Jocelyn,” was all that Mateo said to me.

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AR PaperbackI should have been paying attention. Growing up on the run from religious fanatics gave me more than a few good reasons to be careful, but I was just too tired to be as vigilant as I should have been. My mind was occupied with my latest case—a missing nine year old girl. I was usually good at my job, but sometimes I needed a little extra help from magick. I always managed to track down a cheating spouse or the occasional runaway, but now it seemed more children were missing from the streets of Seattle and nothing I did worked.

A cat jumped on my shoulder and jerked me from my exhaustion induced stupor. I spun into a defensive crouch only to see the cat had landed on the sidewalk behind me.Time seemed to stop for a moment when the cat spoke.

RUN!”

My name is Jocelyn Matthews and if I live through tonight, I’ll tell you all about my life as a witch.

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For the past ten years, Jocelyn has been living as a closet witch in Seattle. When the Inquisitors that have been after her from the time she was nine finally manage to find her, Jocelyn is thrust into a world she never guessed existed. From talking cats to Dark Elves, she’ll have to do something she’s never done before: trust someone other than herself. If she wants to find the children that have been going missing all over the city, she’ll have to open her eyes to the bigger picture and find her place, not only for her safety but for the city as well.

 

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Surreal

So you have this little hobby. You like to write stories. You have characters in your head that have conversations, go on adventures, fall in love and sometimes have troubles. After dabbling a bit in poetry or short stories or fanfiction you decide to get serious and actually sit down and write a book. At this point who knows if it’s going to be any good, but you write what you like and make small considerations for marketability.

Research, hours of mumbling out loud looking like a mental patient as you work out believable dialogue, long nights and even longer mornings, four am bolt-from-the-blue waking-out-of-a-dead-sleep ‘aha!’ moments, and finally you have something resembling a manuscript. Then you find an editor (if you don’t you should!) and proudly send it off with a madly beating heart. Will they like it? Did I miss something?

What if it’s BAD?!

You get it back – broken and bleeding, oozing blood from every sentence. Your grammar was horrible, punctuation was embarrassing, and why were there spelling mistakes? Doesn’t Word catch these things?

You are far harder on yourself than your editor has been. While you are horrified at the literary disaster you seem to have emailed them, they say, “It wasn’t that bad.”

If it wasn’t that bad why is it dying of exsanguination? And the notes! You’re mentally facepalming over the obvious plot holes you’re surprised you didn’t trip over, the style of certain concepts is all over the place and they’re (your editor) is completely right, a whole new first chapter does sound like a good idea.

So you start the painstaking process of editing what you thought was a completed manuscript. More changes go back and forth until you are so sick of reading your own story you think, “Why did I decide this was a good idea?”

Once it’s actually done, your editor has no more notes, there are no more mistakes and the grammar and punctuation are as perfect as someone who is not a robot can make it – now what? If you’re as lucky as I am, you have an editor who kindly, but gently (like being shot from a cannon), get steered in the right direction. There is such a thing as professional formatters? Who knew.

Formatting, cover designs, posting, blog tours, promotions, reviews, release dates, sales figures…it starts to feel a little like it is all happening to someone else.

Until that day.

AR Paperback

The day the UPS guy arrives on your doorstep and you are completely confused. Who could be sending you a package? You open the box and a dream comes true. Who knew dreams could come in boxes?

I opened that little cardboard package and inside was my book.

MINE.

I did it. I had tons of help, but every word, every image, every character, came from my head. Somehow knowing people were reading and reviewing my e-version on their readers and tablets didn’t feel half as real as having three hundred pages of actual bound paper in my hand.

The beautiful formatting, the smooth texture and smell of the paper under my fingers, flipping to the back cover to read about the author and seeing my picture. My name.

Crying a little when my husband says, “Think of how proud your grandpa is right now.”

My grandpa who owned a bookstore for most of my life. The guy who loved to tell his friends at the Elks Club about his granddaughter the figure skater. The one who was at every competition, tears in his eyes as he hummed and swayed along with my routine and gave me a standing ovation every time (even when I didn’t always get to do my best). My self-professed biggest fan who loved to see my face as he gave me new books for my birthday or Christmas.

Yeah, he would be very, very proud of me right now. Even if no one ever buys it, even if I don’t ‘make Harry Potter money’ or have TV series based off my books, even if I only ever sell one copy to my mom – Grandpa is somewhere, tears in his eyes, still my biggest fan and he’s proud as punch right now.

This one’s for you Grampy. I love you.