Magical Memories
As an author, I believe I view the world a
little differently to most people. I tend to imagine scenes for stories. I love
walking beside the Pacific Ocean and gain most of my inspiration from the
wonderful atmosphere in my cosmopolitan city. When people think of the beach,
most would imagine blue sky, sand, and waves. For me the retreating waves leave
a glimmer of gold in their wake and rainbows in the bubbles of wash. I absorb ambience from the surfer riding the
crest of a wave to the seagull hovering on an updraft of air. I believe most
authors collect and store such images deep inside their subconscious.
I have no doubt an active imagination begins
in childhood. I delve into my childhood memories many times during the creation
of a story. Those images never leave us, or those wonderful times when we truly
believed in magic. The tales of Tinkerbelle and Santa Claus remain hidden in a
secret place of make believe in my mind.
I am sure if one hundred people were given
the questions “Do you in believed in fairies and magic or do warlocks and
witches really exist?” I think the
result would be a surprise. I sure do .
. . come on now ' fess up . . . do you
believe?
My
mother wasn’t with me for very long but I still treasure her wonderful bedtime
stories. If ever I fell ill, she would send me little handmade cards signed
'Faerie Blue Eyes.' My fondest memory is of pushing a doll's pram around the
garden at about three years old. We
lived in a Victorian three-story house and the grounds had many pathways
weaving throughout the rose gardens. Toward the back fence, blackberry bushes
sat in clumps with spiky tendrils waiting to snag my clothes or pull my hair as
I passed by. Beneath the ancient oak trees, acorns littered the ground and
pointed brown toadstools surrounded patches of bright, green moss.
My mother would put on a serious expression
and insist I should never to touch the toadstools because I would disturb the fairies.
She told me the circle (of dangerously poisonous fungi) was a fairy circle and
on every full moon, the fairies would come out to dance.
I
could see the fairies in my mind’s eye and would walk by, then pause and look
over my shoulder, in the hope of glimpsing an ethereal being. At night, I would
slip out of bed and press my nose to the windowpane to peer at the garden.
Nighttime offers another pallet for my
imagination. Moonlight diffuses colors to every shade of gray. Long shadows
change familiar rose bushes to gargoyles and with each passing breeze, they
move ready to pounce. Trees charred by night, reach up to the sky waving in
silent devotion. The sounds of insects echo through the stillness, or could
that be the sweet voices of faerie song? An owl hoots, and then appears, wings
spread wide against the full moon. Across the lawn, moonbeams bathe the grass
transforming each drop of dew into a myriad of diamonds. Is it any wonder the fairies
dance at night?
Magic, warlocks, witches and fairies have so
many wonderful stories to tell. I mean, who wouldn’t want to fall in love with
a deliciously handsome warlock or be taken to another dimension by a magical
being?
I
enjoy writing about all things magical and now I can share my stories with my
readers, I love it even more.
Elizabeth M Darcy
How I Dumped My Demon
By Elizabeth M. Darcy
Blurb: Abandoned by her
mother at a police station, Megan Stonebridge has no idea who she is or why a
demon haunts her nightmares. When the dreams become a frightening reality, she
questions her sanity.
Putting her faith in a
locket inscribed with ancient runes left with her by her mother, Megan must
unlock the meaning of the runes before the demon drags her into the underworld.
In fear for her life, Megan unknowingly casts a spell that summons a handsome
warlock to help her dump her demon.
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Author Bio:
Born in London, England
and now living in Australia, Elizabeth enjoys the thrill of
writing YA romance and loves all things
magical. She has a passion for history and her sweet
historical romance stories are drawn from the history of
her heritage to bring readers the delightful imagery of life and love
through time. From Norman Knights to Scottish Highlanders and English
rakes, Elizabeth creates stories that will remain with the reader long after
the final page.
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