Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem By Vera Jane Cook: Interview & Excerpt: Bewitching Tour Stop



Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem
By Vera Jane Cook

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy
Publisher: Musa

ISBN: 978-1-61937-024-1

Number of pages: 367
Word Count: 130,000

Cover Artist: Lisa Dovichi


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Book Description:
From the Salem Witch trials through the Nineteenth Century and beyond, Annabel Horton is pursued by the devil’s disciple, Urban Grandier, the demonic priest from the incident at Loudon. She must take the bodies of those that the devil favors to protect her family. She must uncover the motive behind the illusive Ursula/Louis Bossidan, the scandalous cross-dresser who is pursuing her beautiful granddaughter, and she must learn, being one of God’s most powerful witches, how to use her power. But will it be enough to save her husband from Urbain’s fiery inferno? Will it be enough to save her children from demons greater than themselves? Read on, you will learn more…..

Chapter One

Some say I am a stain on your history, a nameless statistic―a grotesque misfortune that is alluded to in your textbooks. I cannot disagree. Allow me to introduce myself as I am. Patience Annabel Horton is my given name, though I refer to myself as Annabel, never much caring to claim a virtue I do not possess. I am in spirit form for the most part, though it was not always so.
It was in the year 1692, in the village of Salem, in the state of Massachusetts, that I swung by my neck. Many of us died there, such needless, senseless tragedies.
There was evil in Salem Village in 1692, but it was not in the soul of any of those women they hanged. Poor Goodwife Nurse, now she was the saddest of the lot to be taken to the tree. No more of a witch than poor Bridget Bishop. No one was safe from the devil’s fire; certainly I was not, not with my detachment, my disinterest in the other girls of my village and their silly games. You see, I knew I had powers, and it kept me apart, but I told no one my secrets. Of course, I only tell you now because it no longer matters.
But I am not here to condemn anyone for my suffering. So do not be alarmed. As you may or may not know, men who believed they were doing God’s work chastised many of Salem's citizens as witches and brought us to trial. Many, like myself, were hanged. I was eighteen years old.
I will tell you what really happened in Salem Village before the century turned. You never learned the truth of it. Your history books do not contain the truth, but I will open the veil of time for you.
* * * *
Before my death, one year to be exact, a presence came to me.
“Who goes there?” I called in the dark. The form was like mist. The answer was like wind.
“Leave me, ghost,” I whispered coarsely.
The wind became a breeze and caressed my lips. I knew I had been kissed and I shuddered.
“Who are you?” I asked softly. The form appeared to be that of a man.
“Yours,” I thought I heard him say.
“You hold me in your arms, and yet I cannot see you.” I looked around the room. I felt his movement. Once again, he came so close.
The wind was like a dance as it lifted the hair from my brow. The air around my body felt so light and sensual. I seemed touched by a gentleness. It caused my heart to pound.
“Show yourself,” I commanded.
He circled the room, a tall gray mist. I was sure his hair was black, his eyes as dark as evening.
After that, I waited for him every night, and almost every night he came to me. It was not long before I fell in love with this spirit, as helplessly in love as any restless young woman can be.
These ghostly visits continued right up until my physical death. I always knew when he was near because the air would become faint with the scent of fresh rain and I would feel drugged with the fragrance that lingered in my room.
“You smell like late afternoons in summer, after a rainfall,” I told him, but he did not answer. He spoke to me so seldom. It was quite by chance that I heard his whisper.
“Matthew,” he said.
“Matthew is your name?” I asked.
I listened so carefully as the shutters moved and some papers on my bureau fluttered like wings.
“Matthew?” I asked again. “Oh, please speak more. Tell me where you come from?”
My illusive shadow was silent.
“Matthew. Matthew, speak to me! Show me your face. Let me see the hand that strokes me.”
Suddenly, the wind returned. “I am so far,” he uttered.
Surely you must be a spirit from another time," I said.
Miraculously, the papers on my bureau flew around and around again, as if chasing each other in a playful game of tag.
I knew he could not reach me, could not fully pass beyond the barriers between us. Yet I felt him like an artist must feel his subject.
“You are tall,” I said. “Your shirt has cuffs of white and I have images of your smile. Does time part us, Matthew? Are the centuries between us too vast?”
I saw a shadowy light. It shone before me and revealed a man of great height, but in a split second the light was gone, the image within, too oblique to recall.
* * * *
Soon after his first visit, I received letters. They appeared out of nowhere. I would find them all over the house, always beginning: To my wife.
“What’s this?” I stammered as I held the letters in my hand.
Know that I love you and I’ll come to protect you. He had written.
His notes were always signed with the letter M, for his first name.
 “Matthew,” I whispered. “How is it that you can leave notes about the house and yet not show me your face?”
But my ghost was silent and could not find a way to answer me.
“Why do you sign only with the letter M? I asked. “Is Matthew really your name?”
Silence remained, as still as the night wind beyond my window.
I began to think that I had truly gone insane. Oftentimes, I doubted the presence of my ghost and I questioned Father about the mysterious letters. For surely, I thought, the sun must be too hot and had affected my brain.
“Father, I have received notes of affection. Do you know who sends them?”
Father laughed. “A neighbor’s boy must surely be culprit to the bow of Cupid, daughter.”
Ha! I knew better. No neighbor’s boy in Salem would dare call me his wife. I frightened the boys of my village. They thought me haughty and illusive. Oh, there was a young man from Andover with the courage to court me, and I might have married him if not for my fascination with my ghostly lover, but I never got that chance.
It must be you who writes me. Mustn’t it be so, Matthew?
If only I had known then that it would be centuries before I would see the face of my beloved. But in 1692, I could only cherish his words, so I made myself a wooden box and covered his letters with a beautiful purple cloth. I placed all the letters inside. I then covered the box with a square piece of coarse fabric and hid it under the tallest elm tree by Frost Fish Brook. Many afternoons that year I read the letters in the shadow of the branches. The writer’s hand was full of lovely twists and loops, and the ink was black.
Had I not of died so soon I might have lived my life with my ghostly lover and never come to know him as a man of flesh. I would have assumed that some lost spirit had written the letters and had found a way to leave them inside the house. But, that innocence was not to be, and it was not fate that made it so.
It was Urbain, Urbain Grandier, and the power given him.


What better person for today's Halloween interview than Vera Jane Cook, author of Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem? Jane, as she is more commonly known, is an award winning writer of women's fiction. Her recent foray into the paranormal genre has produced an intriguing tale that spans time and space. A love story, steeped in suspense and demonic manipulation. A story you won't want to miss! 
Jane, you have an impressive title list of general and women's fiction. What made you decide to delve into the paranormal with a story about witches and demons?  
Actually, I never had a plan to write this book, I woke up with the narrative on my tongue and wrote down what had come to me and the story evolved from that point. I loved the aspect of time travel, to move through so many centuries, also to get philosophical about death and evil. Paranormal characters are larger than life and it amused me no end to be writing without having to think about reality, to know that my characters could move to another century to escape danger. The characters could go anywhere and what they are confronted with is larger than life. That was fun. 
Have you ever experienced paranormal activity? If not, how did you research those aspects for Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem? 
When I was younger I think I did experience the sensation of being contacted from the other side. Now that I'm older it doesn't happen anymore. I also remember levitating a friend of mine when I was about twelve or so. I haven't tried that one since. I do believe there is more to life than meets the eye and writing about Annabel Horton gave me an opportunity to explore that. 
I'm sure your background in acting, education, and writing provides a wealth of interesting anecdotes. What has been your most enjoyable and fulfilling position to date, disregarding the element of financial compensation.  
If I could get away with it I would be a full time writer. I don't like to work for money in terms of having to do something so I can survive. I am bored with most things except writing. I do like my day job but the end result is about making money and how much can I make, etc. When I write the only end result I have is to write a good book.
You've mentioned your childhood on the Upper West and Upper East Side of Manhattan. What was it like being raised by a Southern mother in New York? Did that experiences flavor your stories? 
It absolutely flavored my stories. My mother was a great story teller and her colorful life is almost part of every book I write in one way or another. I think what I take from her mot is humor and her southern roots. I have written three southern novels so far. 
Your love of professional theatre has produced an impressive portfolio of credits. Which did you enjoy most, acting on stage and film - or building your own world on paper? And why?  
I am really an introvert and don't really like working nights or traveling but I did enjoy being an actress very much. I think living in my own head is more satisfying for me than living in someone else's. 
What new works do you have in the future? Will there be more paranormal or will you be writing in a different genre?  
Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem is book One of a trilogy. I'm not sure when they will be completed but they are titled Annabel Horton and the Black Witch of Pau and Annabel Horton and the Demon of Loudun. 
You've mentioned that your love of reading started early in childhood. Name three authors and a specific title that influenced your life.
There were and are so many, Hot Shot was the first paperback novel I ever read, soon followed by A Stone for Danny Fisher, Wuthering Heights, Atlas Shrugged, Lolita and The Picture of Dorian Gray. I've read so many books and love so many authors.
And now for a fun question…..If you found a magic stone that could take you back in history to any era, where would you go and why?
I would go to the year 1850 and I would be a wealthy man, a man ahead of my time. But, alas, I would be entitled, opinionated and prone to cigars, women and whisky.
Well, that’s it from me today!  Thanks so much for being here and giving us all this opportunity to find out a little about you. I wish you every success in your endeavors!

Vera Jane Cook, writer of Award Winning Women's Fiction, is the author of The Story of Sassy Sweetwater, Lies a River Deep, Dancing Backward in Paradise and Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem.

Jane, as she is known to family and friends, was born in New York City and grew up amid the eccentricity of her southern and glamorous mother on the Upper West and Upper East Side of Manhattan. An only child, Jane turned to reading novels at an early age and was deeply influenced by an eclectic group of authors.

Some of her favorite authors today are Nelson DeMille, Calib Carr, Wally Lamb, Anne Rice, Sue Monk Kidd, Anita Shreve, Jodi Picoult, Alice Walker and Toni Morrison. Her favorite novels are too long to list but include The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, Cheri and The Last of Cheri, The Picture of Dorian Grey, Wuthering Heights, Look at Me, Dogs of Babel, The Bluest Eye, The Art of Racing in the Rain, Body Surfing, Lolita, The Brothers Karamazov, She's Come Undone, Tale of Two Cities, etc., etc., etc.,

Dancing Backward In Paradise, Jane’s first published novel received rave reviews from Midwest book review and Armchair Interviews. It also won the Eric Hoffer Award for publishing excellence and the Indie Excellence Award for notable new fiction, 2007. The Story of Sassy Sweetwater received five stars from ForeWord Clarion Reviews. The Story of Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem is her first paranormal novel and will be followed by Annabel Horton and the Black Witch of Pau and Annabel Horton and the Demon of Loudun.

The author works by day for an education publishing company as an account manager and lives on the Upper West side of Manhattan with her long term partner, her Pomeranian, Daisy, her Basenji/Chihuahua mix, Roxie, her Chihuahua, Peanut and her two pussy cats, Sassy and Sweetie Pie.

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