Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Hath No Fury by Hal Rappaport: Interview: Bewitching Tour Stop

Tell us about your current release.

Mystery and realistic magic combine in this, sometimes heart wrenching tale about friendship, love and evil.  Growing up in the innocent 1970s, amidst a world of magic practitioners Mark and Amy live a life of discovery and wonder. 

Just as they are growing into young adulthood and discovering a new facet to their friendship, their worlds are suddenly rocketed out of control by a destiny and a source of evil that has been waiting patiently for a generation.  Mark and Amy suddenly and abruptly find themselves on their own separate paths separated by forces fueled by lust and a desire for power.  

Well researched, all of the supernatural experiences, though fiction, have a basis in the real practice of magic.  This mix of fiction with interesting facts about how magic is practiced today will make you laugh, cry and hope.

Where do you research for your books?

I went to Louisiana for some of it.  It gave me a real feel for Voodoo, and the atmosphere.

I did a lot of research into Voodoo and their practices.  One of the themes in the book is the common threads between the magickal disciplines.  They have more in common than not.  Like learning a new language, if you know one, you can translate it to another. 

I also had to do some research into demonology and even Satanism.  

What was one of the most surprising things you learned while writing your books?

How all religions are more alike than not.  Why not celebrate what we all have in common rather than fighting over what’s different

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

Rush, Queensryche, AC/DC and the Grateful Dead mostly.  It depends what I’m writing.

Is there one passage in your book that you feel gets to the heart of your book and would encourage people to read it?  If so, can you share it?

I sure do.

“…She tacked up the Violet and gold tapestry which she had hand embroidered with the symbol of the triple Goddess.  She managed to stay in touch with Anna whose spiritual guidance kept her focused.  Anna encouraged her to ask questions.  She explained that Wicca wasn’t exactly a “faith,” in the way it never asked a practitioner to accept anything blindly.  There was a “respect” but no sacrilege in any idea or question.  Amy felt the way Wicca referred to the divine having both male and female aspects was a balance that just seemed to make sense to her.  She felt most religions shared more in common than they were all willing to admit.  In fact most were more similar than different.  It was this realization that opened her mind to new ideas and it made her wonder why the differences closed so many others’ minds.  Like the Vulcans in Star Trek who celebrated the diversity, she felt that to be truly spiritual, learning and respecting the differences rather than hating because of them…”

What would we find under your bed?

A fat black cat (Named Geoffrey) 

Is there a writer you idolize? If so who?

Without a doubt, it’s Stephen King.  His writing style is easy to read.  He is not limited on genre.  He became amazingly successful but managed to stay a regular person.

Tell us about the absolute BEST fan letter you have received.
One of my readers posted a review of "Hath No Fury" on an audiobook review page. It was so good, I want to share it here:

Jody Ochs wrote:
"I finished your book yesterday. SO well written, and charming. You so expertly danced between light and dark forces and kept me surprised the whole way through. I also loved the fact that women and men were portrayed as equals. When you joined and described your book, I thought it was about UFO's which I know little about, but also have little interest in, even though the moon is looking pretty good to me given the state of our state currently. But this was a book about metaphysical spirituality, which I do have some background in. It's very hard to find a grounded book on Metaphysical spirituality and I absolutely LOVED it! You better be working hard, because I am waiting for the next one! Honored to know you. I am surrounded by artists and am constantly in awe of each and every one of them and their talent. But to be able to paint with words is beyond my grasp, and you do it beautifully. Bravo on your first book!"

"Also I forgot to mention why I liked the narrator so much. The choice was so perfect as most of the characters, and certainly the central characters were young, so her young voice really put me in that time frame. Her inflections were just lovely."

"I have one final comment, I also find it rare that a male author has such a wonderful understanding of women, and you obviously have a unique balance of both Yin and Yang! Loved that too!"

Hath No Fury
The Lesson of Three- Book One

Hal Rappaport

Genre: Paranormal Thriller/Romance

ISBN-10: 1475243596

ISBN-13: 978-1475243598

ASIN: B007W4M70S

Number of pages: 472

Word Count:  75,095

Cover Artist:  Alex Kayne

Book Description:

This is a fiction story, with factually reported paranormal events, written by an established, credible, science and technology writer for well-known publications.

I think you'll find the story has in interesting world to immerse yourself in without losing an edge in reality that sets it apart. While the book has paranormal elements, it is not a typical, "drippy" vampire romance. Hath no Fury is about REAL magic. While the storyline is a fictional, any paranormal elements are actually based on real events personally observed in research or relayed by very credible witnesses.

Set in the 1970’s, Mark and Amy, the central characters of the story, live a life of discovery and wonder amidst a secret world of magic practitioners. As they mature, they discover their own magic and a new facet to their friendship. Just as they turn over a new page in their relationship, their worlds are suddenly rocketed out of control by a destiny and a source of evil that has been waiting patiently for a generation.

5*****Stars! Paranormal Romance Guild Reviews

Nominated for Best Paranormal-fantasy: 2012 PRG Reviewer's Choice Awards

Prologue The Demon

The demon controlled the mans actions. It caused him to perform acts that, even in the deepest places of his id and lust, he would never have even considered. Not that he was a good man by any stretch of the imagination. His personality was cold and evil in ways that would give a hardened criminal a case of the chills.
The demon, however, acted on its own desires, free from any human morality. Acts of sex and acts of murder were only tools to satisfy its lust and to gain power. The act the demon now presented to the man was especially satisfying to the demon. He had given the man the guise of one whose presence would please the woman. He knew the human man would have sex with just about anyone once he became aroused.
The night was the festival of all Hallows eve. This night is when the veil between the worlds of humans and the world beyond were the thinnest. The man made his way to the womans bedroom. The demon had piqued his desire. His passion was powerful and borderline violent. Her desire rose to meet his.
The improbability of the guise the demon projected about the man was disregarded by the woman. This was the appearance of her former lover.  He was her deepest and most desperate wish. Her longing removed all common sense typically found in most women. Desperation removed her doubts of the near impossible nature of the encounter with a man who was not hers anymore.
The nature of the demons sexual technique was more powerful than anything she had experienced. She convinced herself that it was just a product of his renewed rising desire for her. The demon worked its control over the man giving him almost superhuman ability as it fulfilled their mutual needs again and again past the point when the woman would have thought was humanly possible.
After hours, they lie, spent and exhausted. The demons influence now left the man along with his projected disguise. Sensing this, the human man rose quietly in shame and disgust. He  hoped she would be asleep or too tired to realize that the demons disguise had left him. In truth, the woman had noticed his true identity. At least she thought she had. The idea was so difficult to bear that her brain decided that it would rather believe the disguise than accept the truth it was now presented with. It was a more “comfortable truth that her former love impossibly  appeared.
Its earthly purpose and lustful needs fulfilled, the demon no longer needed the man. Now the demon would soon have what it most desired, a child created by its own lust and the love of a willing partner. When the child was old enough, it would become powerful, and an ideal host.
The human man knew that the child he had created, at the behest of the demon, would be destined for greatness and power. He knew that he would be there to guide the child toward greatness and share in its power.

Part I: Childhood

Chapter I

The Universe, the boy learned, gives you back three-fold what you put into it. The boy, Mark Kaplan, understood that doing good things will bring you good things, times three, and that doing bad things will suffer the opposite consequences. He had not learned of about a nebulous afterlife or some unspeakable horror to plague his immortal soul should he not be a good boy. He only fears the bad… times three.
He tried to explain this to his best friend forever and next door neighbor, Amy Sellers, as they sat on her front steps on a hot September day.
Although they were roughly the same age, Amy was in awe of Marks wisdom.
While Mark did possess a much better than average intelligence, he didnt have an IQ that was freakishly high. Marks greatest intellectual gift was an unwavering ability to concentrate coupled with a voracious love of reading. When other children all experienced some form of distraction from life, Mark didnt. He could fix his attention and work a problem until it was solved or finish Treasure Island in one sitting…a brief sitting. Mark was home schooled by his grandmother and she had brought him to a third (sometimes fourth) grade reading level. By the age of six, Mark had managed to get more than half-way through the 1970s in a sleepy New Jersey suburb without the benefit of television…except for the little bit he’d seen at Amys house.
Mark was unimpressed by the glimpse of television that Amy gave him. He thought Sesame Street couldnt compare with the world in his head and the universe that he had come to know. The characters of JRR Tolkiens “Hobbit” seemed more exciting and real than Big Bird or Oscar the Grouch.
Amy may have been in awe of Marks wisdom, but he was in awe of her experience. After all, she’d gone to a real school and she’d even seen Star Wars…twice. But more than these trivial things, Mark felt alive with Amy. She had a presence that seemed almost magnetic to him. Amy had a gift of power that Mark only sensed on a subconscious level.
At the age of six Amy had heard a different story about the universe. I heard if youre bad you go to… Heffire. This last word Amy whispers in Marks ear.
Ive never heard of that word,” Mark said.
Marks grandmother, Eleanor, was convinced that television was nothing but a passing fad, and from what little Mark had seen of it, he agreed. Mark was being raised by his grandmother. His parents, whom he had never known and had no memory of, were dead. Marks grandmother refused to tell him exactly how they died. She only told him that they died bravely. His grandmother wouldnt say any more and Mark decided that he could live with bravely for now.

Want a Crutch? Amy asked him, mispronouncing the name of Crush orange flavored soda.
Sure.” Mark replied. The day was hot and a cold can of the sweet orange soda sounded pretty good.
Amy went into her house and returned with two sweating cans of Orange Crush, which was Marks favorite. Its a treat he only had at Amys since his grandmother wouldnt have such things in her house. The closest he ever got to soda was a variety of seltzer with some orange juice squeezed in it. Definitely not the same!
Later they went wading in the canal even though it was forbidden. It was the last official day of summer and the season didnt seem to want to let go. The temperature was in the mid-90s. The air felt heavy and humid without a trace of a breeze.
Whats ‘Heh-fire, Mark asked, his talent for concentration kept him on the first subject.
Amy recalled the priest at the church during her cousin Alice’s wedding. Amy had never been to a church before the wedding, even though her parents said they were Christian. She didnt care either way. She was so happy to go to the wedding. All she could think about was wearing the new blue dress with the pretty white lace that her mother had bought her. She thought the church itself was ok, but the pastor, Father Paimon scared her.
Father Paimon said if Alice didnt raise her kids with Jeezes’ then they would burn in eternal ‘Heffire’. Any scratched her nose and treated Mark with a quizzical look. Whats ‘eternal’ mean anyway?
It means forever and ever,” Mark said, a sage-like tone in his childs voice. He brushed back his black stringy hair. It had grown damp with sweat and it stuck to his forehead.
Mark had a very serious and intense way about him. This was something Amy really liked and admired.
My mom says that the Devil takes all the bad people down to Heffire,” Amy said.
When Mark would later ask his grandmother about this, she laughed at his question about “Hell- fire.” She explained that there was no “Devil” just bad spirits. She told him that if you do bad things, you face the consequences, but there was no “Hell-Fire.” She also told him not to correct Amy about stuff like that because what she and her parents wanted to believe was their own business.
This really confused Mark. He loved to share everything with Amy. After all, they were best friends forever. If it was the truth, he wanted Amy to know so she wasnt scared of it. When Amys parents told her about the tooth fairy, he felt it his duty to set her straight on real Faeries.
What they didnt realize was that Mark didnt tell Amy that Faeries didnt exist. He just explained that they didnt leave her a quarter every time she lost a tooth. Mark not only believed

firmly in the existence of Faeries, along with a host of other creatures, he had seen them and even talked to them.
Mark didnt know that Amys parents, Phyllis and Bill Sellers, were quite resentful of Marks contradiction to the usual fictions. They had even spoken to his grandmother, about it. In an attempt to keep the myth of Santa Clause intact, they had made several trips to the mall to actually meet the jolly fat man in red. Strangely enough, Amy didnt seem too upset that he wasnt real. It seemed more important to her parents that Amy accept the myth than it did to Amy.
Eleanor Rogers, Marks grandmother, raised him a little differently. At the time, the name society gave her theories on food and nature might have labeled her as a health nut.” This was a name she despised. In her mind, she was clearly, a naturalist” not a nut.”
Some might, in later years, call her a spiritualist. Some, who would never ask and only believe in what Hollywood movies tell them, might say that she worshiped the very Devil whose existence she vehemently denied. Eleanor Rogers worshiped nature. She respected the male and female aspects of the divine, The God and Goddess. She also practiced 1magick and divination. She knew what she was a witch.
Mark and Amy shared a bond that Marks grandmother noted with a raised eyebrow. She was   not suspicious of or disapproving of their connection, but curious. On more than one occasion she encouraged them to play together and observed their interaction. The encouragement wasnt necessary though. They seemed to be a real duo. You would never see one without the other. Amy would go to school, come home, do her homework and immediately run out to play with or go on adventures with Mark. They would teach each other, and in many ways raise each other. Amy had much more practical knowledge and experience because she got out more and did more things with her parents. Meanwhile Mark, who scarcely ventured out of town, was more book- smart. Over the next few years, he had read all of his grandmother’s compendious book collection and a sizable fraction of the local public library.
Amys mother didnt look too favorably on their constant companionship. In her younger years, Amy came home talking about dragons, wizards and pirates. She guessed these were alright, but she felt Amy ought to have more, girl friends.
When Amy was eight years old, Mrs. Sellers broached the subject with her daughter. She asked her why she didnt have any of her girl friends from school over at the house. Amy protested that she had girlfriends in school and that was where she liked them. She explained, much to her mother’s surprise, that she thought most of them were shallow. She felt that her home time  was much better spent with Mark.

Practitioners of Wicca and Witchcraft usually use the spelling Magick to differentiate their practice from tricks and slight-of-hand performed
by professional entertainers.

The maturity of her daughter’s statement surprised Phyllis Sellers. When she relayed the story to her husband, he would smile at his daughter’s precociousness and intelligence with some pride. He told his wife that it was a phase, and that his daughter was a good girl with excellent grades.
She admitted that Amy got almost straight A’s except for math which was pretty much all Bs. She resigned that she should just give her time to grow.
Phyllis thought that Marks grandmother was a little too weird for her conservative suburban sensibilities. She had to admit Mark always seemed well fed, intelligent, as neatly dressed as a young boy could be and exceptionally polite. She did think it was more than a little strange that they didnt have even one television, let alone a Betamax like the one they recently purchased.
After their orange soda, Mark and Amy made their way down to the canal that ran behind their neighborhood. Amy told Mark that the canal used to be used for mules. Mark pointed out that mules didnt swim, but Amy was adamant.
They went swimming, mostly splashing, in the canal. Later they dried off in the warm sunshine. Modesty of their different genders hadnt become an issue yet. Along the canal side, in a clearing set well back from the walking path, they lay in the bright sunshine.
That one looks like the dragon, SMOUG, from the Hobbit.” Mark said, playing their usual game of looking for shapes in the clouds.
I think it looks like a lady in a dress.” Amy insisted. Where? Mark asked, his brows furrowing.
The rest of the afternoon passed much like this. Once they were dry they took an adventure hike though the woods looking for the land of the fairies. Mark insisted that they were out there.
Amy, with visions of Disneys Tinkerbelle from Peter Pan, was all too eager to see them. “You can only catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, Mark explained, “and
theyre very fast.”
Once, Mark did see them clearly, small and sprightly creatures. He saw they followed Amy. He told her so.
At first, Amy brushed at her shoulders like there was a bug there.
I thought you WANTED to see them.” Mark protested, looking at her gestures.
I do.” She said and spun around and around. I just dont want them to be landing on me. Let them land on you if youre not afraid of them”
Mark smiled. He wasnt sure, but he was reasonably certain that they were following her.

“Amy, Mark said. They’re not bugs. They seem to like you. Im not sure, but I think thats a really special and wonderful thing.
Like a switch being thrown, she seemed to understand this. She stood still, closed her eyes and smiled. She decided she would be a friend to faerie folk. She still couldnt see them, but she thought for sure she could almost feel the fluttering of tiny wings against her skin.
Over the next five years, Mark would give Amy glimpses like this into the world of magick without delving any deeper. Amy was a little resentful of this at first. She had sensed that Mark knew more than he was telling her about this sort of thing. She also knew, in a way she couldnt explain, that he would tell her, in time.
So, exhibiting uncharacteristic patience for a child, Amy waited.

I currently live in New Jersey, in a small town just north of Princeton.  I grew up in Philadelphia.  I guess I’ve been writing stories since I was about 11 or 12.  I loved the idea of being able to transport someone to another place, or to create my own.

I’ve always been into technology.  I’ve worked in the field for almost 25 years.  I wrote for the Syfy Channel’s technology site, DVICE and several of my articles were picked up by NBC (NBC Universal owns the Syfy Channel).  I have regular articles that are science fiction inspired, but about REAL technology.  It’s been my passion to incorporate something real from fiction. In the case of my book, it’s incorporating something real INTO the fiction.

Before any of the Syfy channel stuff, way back in the early days before Facebook and before Blogs, I created a web site for Horror themes called,  It’s still in existence in its very primitive form.

Anyway, I decided to write an article for my own site about one of the scariest places I had ever been.  It was a haunted attraction that had existed in the 1970’s and 80’s.  It was called, Brigantine Castle.  It was gigantic.  It was five stories tall with over 80 live actors.  Through the early search facilities of the web, I found a few of the original cast and got them together using a yahoo group (They still use it). 

It gave me a unique opportunity to interview them and to write some great stuff about the place, with a lot of their pictures and even some sound recordings. 

The editor of Haunted Attractions magazine read my web site and asked me to write one for him.  It was my first professional writing.  I’ve written a few more articles for Haunted Attractions Magazine since then, along with a few other industry publications.

Twitter: @HalRappaport


Natasha D said...

Sounds like a great read!!
Thanks for the chance to win!

LhasaLuma said...

Thanks so much for the giveaway! Can't wait to check this one out on Goodreads!

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Brooke said...

Awesome interview. :) Thank you for sharing!