Posts Tagged ‘occult’

October is just zooming by. A lot is going on, and it can be difficult to stay focused, but let’s roll with the third week of IG Writers month and see what we get.

15: Fav. Scary Read – Okay, this is timely. It by Stephen King. I enjoy horror stories, but they rarely actually scare more. I usually find them to be darkly entertaining, but to experience real fear whilst reading one is uncommon. I have read a few stories recently by some independent authors that gave me some trepidation and fright. Thank you Carmilla Voiez and Jeffrey Kosh. The Exorcist also scared me, but It is my favorite. I love the novel, and I have read it several times.

16: Writer Foods/Fuel – Coffee. There is no specific food I associate with writing. In fact, I rarely eat while writing. There is always a drink on hand, though, and it is usually coffee.

17: Author Crush – I don’t really have one.  There are several authors I’d like to me, but no crushing is happening.

18: Page 13 of your WIP – I made a post about this on my Twitter. Feel free to check it out.

19: Book Dedication – Dance of the Butterfly is a tale that very nearly did not happen.  It took time to take  hold and even more time to truly blossom.  Were it not for the ceaseless help of a very dear, close friend, it would not have been done.  In a very real way, it parallels that relationship, taking from that story to add to its own.  For this, I deeply thank you, Jane.

20: Killed Darlings – I am not sure I like this one being here. A killed darling generally comes with a shock. If I say who has died in my books, then the shock is gone. If you have not yet read them, you would not be emotionally invested, anyway. Suffice it to say, there are some. Read to find out.

21: Plot-Twist – I love these. Both of my books have a few and the third will as well. I enjoy setting things up and having a few different twists and turns happen throughout. I also like to use red herrings, and one in my first book is layered with some subtle referencing. I have even followed patterns in my series, so that, in itself, becomes a clue.

There we are. I hope you have enjoyed this third week of IGWriters month. Please do visit my Amazon Author Page for my published works. I’d love to have you as a reader.


“So, in Finland, witches are not automatically treated as bad?”

“No.” She shakes her head once, more of a slowly shifting movement. “Witchcraft is a very big part of Finnish history, culture, and religion. Though we had good witches, and black magic was not allowed.”

“Where is Mount Kyöpeli?” asks another, not waiting to be called upon but pitching the question in the ensuing silence.

She turns her eyes in that direction, still meandering as she talks, the images on the large screen changing in a series of slow dissolves, giving backdrop to her words.

“You can only get there by flying and magic. It is said to be located in a secret place, close to the border of Tuonela, the Finnish land of dead.’

“It is also said that it is actually possible physically, or even mentally, to travel in Tuonela and go have a chat with your dead friends and relatives and other people,” she carries on, a curve to her lips. “There are tales that witches and sages have traveled there to learn long lost lore and spells. Only problem is that it’s very hard to get back from there. There are many guardians. Cats are but one example in our own world.”

I draw from many sources and lore in my book, Dance of the Butterfly.  It was important to me to show varying perspectives.  This is also part of why I chose to set it in a very cosmopolitan city.  There are many subtle (and not so subtle) references that weave into the overall puzzle of the story.

Please visit my Amazon Author Page for both books in the series.  Thank you.


“He lies upon the thin mattress, the meager offering upon the rickety metal frame, staring up at the ceiling. He sees patterns there, images resolving within the texturing of the sheet rock, mingling with the tiny cracks of age and disrepair, the flaking of paint.”

Who is this strange ex-college student from South Africa who has come to the City as if drawn by a lodestone? He holds no conventional employment, and he is seen frequenting the areas plagued by the serial killer. How long until the light of suspicion falls upon him? Will that scrutiny be warranted?

I know it may not be considered the best practice in crafting a story, but I love introducing new characters late in the tale.  This one, Ernst van Zyl, does so in Dance of the Butterfly, and he plays a pivotal, multi-layered role in the story.  He is also an homage to one of my favorite writers.  I wonder who many will figure that out.

Please buy and read Dance of the Butterfly (for 18+ readers), the first book in my urban fantasy series to find out exactly what part Ernst plays in the unfolding saga.

Dance of the Butterfly – print version
Dance of the Butterfly – electronic editions


The City in which the majority of my first book takes place ends up becoming quite important.  It is an urban center with a swarm of energies, a nexus, and thus it attracts much unto itself, good or bad.  Of the myriad things happening, one of them is the presence of serial killer, a savage murderer displaying a deep degree of barbarity.  The identity and purpose of this criminal is central to the goings-on within the story.

“The thorax has been rent quite savagely, initially torn open by three large wounds, ranging from ten to thirteen inches, the condition of the flesh indicating this was not a bladed weapon, nor were they done by the same hand.”

“What?” Mahler asks, looking up from viewing the printed report which lies bound in a heavy stock covering.

“It wasn’t a knife or dagger or similar bladed weapon. I consulted an old friend of mine who ended up getting into veterinarian medicine, and she agrees that this looks like it was caused by claws.”

“Are you saying an animal did this?” Pasztor chimes in.

Does this have anything to do with the valuable book in the university’s secured collection? Does the young librarian Lilja have any clue as to what is really going on?

Find out in Dance of the Butterfly, the first book in my urban fantasy series –

Dance of the Butterfly – print version
Dance of the Butterfly – electronic editions


There are things out there we don’t understand.  There are things in the darkness that hiss and whisper and gnaw at us.  We have our doubts and our fears.  There are behaviors we don’t understand.  Why are some people so horrible to others?  Why are some people convinced of living by hate and greed?  Mysteries abound within this existence.  We’d be arrogant to think we know everything.

There are those who have experienced things, and through the frailty of their own imperfect interpretation, they have attempted to relate these things.  There are books of strange knowledge, and there are those who would search through these for what kernel of truth may lie within.  There are those who protect such treasures, for even if they are not fully aware of the contents, they shall not let them be abused by others.

Three such rare and valuable books of power are out there.  Two have been found, but one still eludes.  There are two powerful families, one ruled by arrogance, the other tempered by responsibility.  Both could be very wrong in everything they do, and we might be headed to disaster no matter the efforts.  We might be headed to disaster if one or both succeed.

How does one stop the demons of men, even when those demons threaten to take on a life of their own?

Find out in my book, Dance of the Butterfly, the first in a series.

“This story has, action, romance and sex, …, intrigue, crime, and the occult, literally something for everyone. Give it a read. You’ll find it well worth the time.”

“The characters are rich and fully developed and the story reads like a great mystery film. Each piece of information is a puzzle piece – all leading down a dark road that the reader must travel to get to the revealing end.”

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My book, “Dance of the Butterfly”, will be published soon.  It will be the first in a series.  The second has already been written, and I am now working on the third.  I am not even sure of the title yet, but I am thinking of “Spirit of the Butterfly” or “Soul of the Butterfly”.  I have the basic points lined out, and I am in the midst of more specific brainstorming and research.  Very little has yet been written, but I would like to share a snippet of my current work in progress, so here we go –

They both move toward the area, dirt and dead leaves crunching under their boots.  One side of the small building bears a large opening from the fire, and Lilja uses this rather than moving about to what is left of the door.  Once inside, Lilja sees the remnants of pews, the wood looking to have been of very good quality- dark, highly polished, cushioning now dotted with mold and tears.  She produces her small flashlight, turning it on to better see, for though a portion of the roof is even gone, the angle of the setting sun does not offer much illumination.  She halts the scan rather quickly, noticing a drawing on the wall.

“Hey, I found something outsi-,” Zoe begins, coming into the room, but her voice stops as she peers at what is captured in the focus of Lilja’s torch,  “What’s that supposed to be?” Zoe speaks, getting up a bit closer, then stopping to study the markings.

“I don’t know,” Lilja admits, also staring.

The work is crude, looking like graffiti, the broad swathes of paint seeming as though done by a child, thick with a charcoal-like texture.  The form is obviously that of a bound woman, though the head metamorphoses into what seems a deer, crowned with an impressive display of crooked antlers.

“It looks primitive,” Zoe remarks, “like it’s been here forever,” and she bends a bit at the knee, getting closer, bringing one hand up to gently wipe at it, giving way to a brief fall of almost gossamer dust.

She then steps back, fishing out her mobile, holding it up to take a few quick snapshots.  Once done, she glances at the device, eyes narrowing a bit, muttering, “Reception is poor out here.”

“Do you think it has anything to do with what’s been going on here?” the redhead asks, still focused on the strange artwork.

I have made mention of this before, but Dance of the Butterfly is but the first book in a planned series.  If you’ve read my post Seeds, then you have some idea of how this all started.  Suffice it to say, it was a slow start, and I wondered if anything would ever come of it.  Once I seriously got into the book, then finished it, I knew there was more story yet to be told.  The second novel was written the same year, and now it merely waits for its chance to be further polished and published.  I have been told that it is “darker” than the first, and I very much look forward to its release and the reaction from readers.

The third one has been started, and I plan it to enlarge the scope already defined in the first two.  I can’t say if the third will “end” the tale or not, but the journey thus far has been amazing and wonderful and even sometimes sad and a little bit scary.  There is a lot of myself invested in this and not just the usual time, heart, and energy.  I already feel myself thinking I don’t want the story to end … ever.

I’ve started an author page on Facebook, so please like and follow me there.

I hope many of you will be along for the journey with me.

Nicole-Angeline Felcraft – 42yrs old, born in the USA.  Nicole-Angeline is Skot’s younger sister.  She is married with children of her own, all of them being reared in the traditional Felcraft fashion.  She is one of the most adept in the occult and magick arts the family has seen in recorded history, her understanding seeming to be more one of nature and communion than anything learned.  She wears her dark brown hair long, straight, her dress generally in a manner of something elegant and ethereal, belying her own unique aspect.  She is tall and slender, and it is often remarked that she seems to almost float rather than walk.

Nicole is a doer, and though she usually comports herself in a calm, controlled manner, this is not to say she is passive.  She is often on the go, tending to any number of duties in her unending list of business.  She yet maintains some time for hobbies, enjoying music and painting, and she also manages to find a good deal of time to spend with her family, often including her mother.  She maintains residence near the Felcraft manor, not travelling as much as Skot.

The idea for this story began, as many of my tales do, from my dreams, two in particular, though a third joined at a later date.  I wrote them down, then left them alone for some time.  I was later having a conversation with my son about comic and anime conventions.  We expressed an interest in going, but neither of us are close to expert in either category.  We enjoy things in those vast genres, of course, but our knowledge was far from complete.  We also wanted to see what offerings may be had at a convention as well as viewing all the wonderfully crafted outfits made by cosplayers.  I have a particular appreciation for the amazingly well done costumes.  I can only imagine the amount of effort that goes into them.

This got us talking of garb for ourselves.  We both mentioned we’d prefer to go dressed up, but we really had no idea what characters to choose or how to go about it.  I even mentioned buying costumes or even having them commissioned.  I then made mention of how funny it would be if there were a comic or graphic novel that had characters based on us, then dressing up for a convention would be all the easier.  We had a nice laugh at this, but it got the wheels to turning.

I re-visited the idea from my dreams, seeing how easily I could craft it into something that drew similarities from my son and myself.  I did some research on comic script writing, as I had never tried this before, and I got to work.  It did not go well.  I found the conceptualization and formatting got in the way of my flow, and I was only able to write one chapter before the effort was put aside.  On another visit, I realized that writing novels was obviously more my thing, so I decided to attempt to first write it as such, then see about a comic script at a later date.  I got a bit further, but the effort still faltered.

Then I met someone to whom I owe much of the success of writing the novel.  She helped me in an unwitting fashion, re-igniting the flame of interest and inspiration for the idea.  I modified the concept and story a bit, moved the already written scene to open the second book (which has now been completed), and began in earnest.  She offered me consultation from her own experience as well as encouragement, ideas, beta-reading, editing, you name it.  She helped me to lend a great deal of realism to certain parts as well as offering a female perspective to the crafting of the central character.  Invaluable.  I don’t think it would have happened without her, and if it had, it would not have been as well done.

So, there it is.  That is how the story came about and then how it was further developed and written.  It was an incredibly fun journey, and though the start took a long time, once into it, I wrote the novel in record time.  Book Two was the same.  Though polishing is still in the works, both were written in a year.  I have never been so productive.

I offer endless thanks to my friend, though being humble, she often discounts the real impact of her contribution.  I hope you all enjoy the story.

Yan Therese Stendahl – 21 yrs old, born in Austria. A pale, skinny girl with dyed black, short, spiky hair and snake bite piercings, Therese eschewed her first name so long ago, she almost does not recall when. She goes by Therese in her offline life and the handle ‘Sparrow’ in her other life as a hacker and cyber detective. She is somewhat socially awkward, having grown up as an orphan and ward of the state, and she feels much more comfortable in virtual reality than she does when leaving her tiny apartment. She supplements her meager income by working as a courier, zipping about the city on a café racer.

Generally aloof and taciturn, she occupies herself with gathering information for the vigilante’s network, unaware of the crusader’s identity. She spends some of her free time gaming, though she quickly grows bored, seeming more interested in observation and analysis of people through her information-gathering. Though exhibiting some aspects of paranoia, she may also show a certain recklessness, such as in the imbibing of intoxicants. Her isolation is an expression of her fear, one deep within herself that she seems unwilling to face.