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A little while ago, we at Witch Awareness Month, announced that Morrigan Books YA novel, Hedge Witch by Simon Kewin is to be released Halloween this year and now we announce that Morrigan Books will also release a new novella from Carole Lanham, author of The Whisper Jar.
Cleopatra’s Needle will be released as an e-book soon, followed by a paperback version and a special edition hardback (containing extra artwork). All commenters to this post and/or the Witch Awareness Month Facebook page entry will be submitted to a draw and the winner will receive a personalized, signed copy of the hardback when it is released.
To whet your appetite, we have chosen a short passage from the book, to give you a taste of what is to come…
15 April 1896
We’re taking turns doing it. Every afternoon, we sit in the wash house and try our hand at calling him with our minds. Practice is vital, according to Bethan. Well, it goes without saying, she got her turn first. Sure enough, five minutes later, he appeared at the door, broom in hand, smiling sheepishly. Most of the time, he acts grumpy about that time we tied him to the chair but when Bethan called him, he behaved as though all was forgiven. ‘Do you want another kiss?’ Bethan asked. ‘Yes please,’ he said then shook his head, as if to clear it, and scurried away. We laughed to see him so rattled.
When it was my turn, I pictured him kissing me like he did that day in the kitchen. I remembered the feel of his lips on mine and how hard he was breathing when he opened his mouth. It took longer for me to summon him and when he finally came, he looked hesitant. I closed my eyes and thought of what I’d most like him to do. Boy leaned forward and ran his tongue slowly along the seam of my lips. ‘M-mm,’ he said. Then he ran away.
Bethan pronounced it a failure because I wasn’t able to hold him there, but I don’t care. He didn’t put his tongue on her. Gwendraith made him touch her breast yesterday before he ran off but that only made her giggle. It wasn’t good like when he kissed me.
(More information and release date soon.)
And now, we at Witch Awareness Month, have a real treat for you all, as we publish, exclusively, the first chapter of the novel, Hedge Witch, by Simon Kewin, which will be released 31st October, 2013.
Enjoy and keep a look out for more information at the Morrigan Books site.
1 – Cait
Cait nearly missed her stop that day on the tram. If she had, everything would have turned out very, very different.
As it was she pushed her way through the crowded carriage and just made it to the doors before they slid shut. Outside, she stood for a moment and breathed. Her eyes had closed more than once on the journey into Manchester, the result of a long day at school and the rocking of the tram as it rattled into the city. It was good to be in the open air. A breeze blew down Mosley Street, warm on her face.
The street was busy: office workers sweating in their suits and ties, shoppers burdened with purchases, rowdy children clouting each other with their backpacks. Beyond them all rose the grey, curving walls of the Central Library, like a round fortress built in the heart of the city.
She sighed. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t get off here. She thought about Devi, Rachel, Val and Jen, the friends she’d promised to meet one stop up the line at the Arndale. She watched the tram thundering off that way now, ploughing through the traffic towards Piccadilly Square. They’d be there already, cruising through the crowds, laughing and shouting, never bothering to move out of anyone’s way. As a group they were invincible. She imagined them veering from shop window to shop window, shouting their disgust at this, their burning desire for that. And no-one, no grown-up, no security guard, would dare confront them.
She loved them all, but in her mind she saw herself at the back of the group, saying nothing, not involved. It was like that some days. She would look at them from a distance, marvelling at how they all talked at once but still seemed to hear what each other said. Other times, without really knowing how, she was a part of that. But not today. She couldn’t face them today.
She looked back down the tracks the way the tram had come. The rails gleamed in the sun, past the oblong bulk of the cenotaph and away out of the city, south towards the suburbs.
Her mother would be getting home about now. Cait imagined her switching on the television, pulling steaming food from the microwave. She should be there, too. Another promise. But she couldn’t face going home just now either. She’d left a message, done the right thing. She’d go back later.
She sighed again. The tram had vanished and she hadn’t moved. She couldn’t just stand there, people would stare. Come on Cait. Back to the real world.
She thought about last Saturday, her disastrous attempt to secure a weekend job at Bling Thing. He’d said that, the manager, as he explained to her why she was so unsuitable for the job.
‘Look, love. You have to live in the real world now. You have to smile, be happy to serve the customers. Be enthusiastic about the products. Be excited by them.’
His words amused her and then annoyed her. He wanted her to be something she wasn’t. She felt trapped, had to fight down the urge to flee. It was all so mundane. Where was the beauty in it? Where was the magic? She’d imagined the man would be old but he was only in his twenties or something. He was smartly dressed, polite, but his staring eyes, the way he gushed about retailing, made her shudder and say little.
His office was a square, shabby room at the back of the store, its walls just breeze-blocks painted lime-green. A kettle and a jar of instant coffee sat on a tray on the floor. Boxes of stock were strewn all around, in contrast to the manicured layout of the shop. When he took his jacket off, she saw the sweat-rings creeping out around his armpits, circles widening towards the white stains of other days’ sweat-rings. And all this was something she was expected to aspire to. To be like him. She thought of herself still there in five, ten years’ time. Interviewing some other girl for a job. Would she be saying the same things by then?
A poster on the wall, the blu-tac holding it up visible as dark smudges in each corner, said Smile – it costs nothing. It wasn’t true. Right then, a smile would have cost her more than she could ever give. And what she actually said to himwas, ‘Hmm.’
And so she hadn’t got the job. She was a failure, it was clear. She knew she was no good at school. She tried, she really did, but she always ended up antagonizing her teachers for some reason. She’d always assumed she could get a job at least, make something of herself. It turned out she couldn’t. Couldn’t even make it as a Saturday girl in Bling Thing. She was a failure, going nowhere. Already it seemed her life was over.
She threw her rucksack over one shoulder and set off, a small pile of text books cradled in one arm. How she hated her black school uniform. She’d tried to subvert it with heels that were slightly too long, a skirt that was slightly too short, the tiny ruby in her pierced nose. None of it really helped. She hated how she looked. She scowled as she walked, warning everyone not to bother her.
Slumped against the grey stone wall of the library, out of the way of hurrying feet and the light of the sun, a man sat on a piece of tatty cardboard. A threadbare blanket was wrapped around his shoulders. On the ground before him lay a hat containing a paltry four or five coins, all coppers. He held a sign in his hands that said simply, Please. The rest of the message, whatever he was begging for, had been torn away. He was asleep, his head nodding forwards, long, matted hair covering his face. The crowd ignored him, probably didn’t even see him.
She wondered who he was, where he’d come from, what his story was. A fantasy came to her that he was one of the few who’d escaped the fire: the blaze in the factory that had killed her father. He had limped out, choking, his clothes smoking, his skin burned. He was disfigured now, unable to work, unable to do anything but sit and beg. The formless pleading of that single word on his sign.
She wanted to go up to him, sit with him, talk to him. She felt suddenly closer to him than all the people around her. They had so much in common, this shared bond of not belonging to the crowd. She stopped walking. A woman dressed in a smart blue business-suit, her gold necklace expensive, white earphones in her ears, tutted loudly at Cait for being in the way.
A flap of the cardboard on which the beggar sat caught the breeze and she saw the words This Way Up in red letters. Underneath, smaller, the name of some company.
The man looked sharply up and directly at her. Or rather, through her to something beyond, as if he couldn’t get his eyes to focus properly. He was young. He couldn’t possibly have worked with her father. Of course. His skin was unscarred, his features thin and pale. Anger flashed through her, an anger that was part adrenalin. The stupid ideas she had. What was she thinking?
‘The hunt! The hunt is coming! Monsters! Run and hide, run and hide!’ the man shouted. No-one paid him any attention. ‘They’ll chase you down, corner you. You’ll see! Sleep safe in your beds, that’s when they come. The dead of night, down these streets, knives flashing. Run and hide, run and hide …’ He tailed off, his head lolling forward again as if he was a toy whose battery had run down.
Cait stood for a moment, feeling ridiculous. He was just some loser, disgusting, probably mad.
Then he looked up again, this time directly at her, focusing on her. A look of surprise filled his face.
‘You?’ he said, not shouting now, but still speaking loudly. ‘Here?’
His mouth moved quickly without any words coming out. Concern, then fear, then amusement flashed across his features. He started shouting again, this time pointing directly at her.
‘They will hunt you! Once they find you, who you are and what you are, they will come! Day or night! You … here all along! All along!’
He started to laugh. A crazy, utterly uninhibited laugh. He flicked his head from side to side, expecting everyone to see the joke.
It was too much for Cait. She turned and ran for the library doors, her eyes down, shutting out the crowd, shutting out the beggar, his words knives in her mind.
[Written by Witch Awareness Month team member, Mark S. Deniz]
Where do I start?
I say this in all honesty, as there are so many places I want to start, being as this is the most special of the awareness months for me. Yes, I know I gushed about how special Ghost Appreciation Month was/is but this is the one, this is the awareness month I’ve been waiting to host!
I suppose I can start by saying welcome! Welcome to our inaugural Witch Awareness Month, and thank you for coming along and being part of it, for being one of people who makes these months worth doing. In case you haven’t noticed we have only a few months left.
Here’s how the Awareness Months pan out now:
January = Nothing (too soon after Christmas and no one has the energy to drive an Awareness month here)
February = Monster Awareness Month
March = Nothing and nothing planned as yet
April = Witch Awareness Month
May = Zombie Awareness Month (our first, taken from the official month online)
June = Fae Awareness Month
July = Vampire Awareness Month
August = Nothing (Sharon Ring has something in mind for the future here)
September = Nothing and nothing planned as yet
October = Ghost Appreciation Month (the next one will be Ghost Awareness Month)
November = Nothing (I’ve had something a little different planned here)
December = Nothing and nothing planned either (I would NOT want to be involved in an awareness month here)
My big dream was to run Witch Awareness Month last year, 2012, as it was a very significant year for me, being the 400th anniversary of the Pendle Witch Trials in Lancashire, England, which basically started all of the fascination for me and witches off. Well, life came in and decided that it wasn’t to be, something it thought about this year too. This year though I’d had enough and made my mind up that I was to not be denied and so here we are, due to the fact, in part, that I managed to get myself a not only bigger than normal but very experienced team on board.
I’m joined again by Morrigan Books cohort, KV Taylor, who has not only been with me on other Awareness months but also runs Fae Awareness Month herself and I’m also joined by Morrigan Books staff member Kari Wolfe, who is not only a damn fine editor but has a keen eye for promotion too.
Then I have the honour of welcoming three Morrigan Books writers along for the ride: Carole Lanham, Shannon Page and Simon Kewin, all willing to share fiction and their editorial talents to the event. Carole has agreed to conclude the event and I am already excited about what she will have to say then.
Delisa Carnegie, who I have only been in contact with from a publisher/reviewer relationship was keen to join us and is a very welcome addition to the team, bringing both experience and freshness to the gang.
So with an experienced and motivated team along and witches being my personal passion then we can’t go wrong can we? Can we?
The biggest challenge this year was to cover all the bases within the witch concept, as there is not only the fictional fairy-tale witch or the Hollywood witch but there are also Wiccans too. It feels like a more complex subject to grasp but the beauty of running the event in this way is that we are not constrained by these concepts as rules. We can portray the witch as an old crone with warts, flying around on a broomstick and cooking up toads and bats in a cauldron. It would be a bit dull, I grant you, but nevertheless we are free.
So what are we bringing you then? Well we’re going to be talking about the history of witches, what it is to be a wiccan, especially in 2013, we’re going to have reviews, articles, fiction. We’re making a special effort to keep up to date with our topic, especially as we’ll have a review of Oz, the Great and Powerful early in the month and some juicy promotions too.
We’re breaking with tradition on two fronts, as this year we are not going to be listing our films in chronological order, duly noted by my choosing to start the month with one of my all time films, the either love it or hate it Blair Witch Project. We are also going to be working with Morrigan Books, for very obvious reasons, which will be revealed as the month wears on.
I’ve much more to say, I’ve so much to say about my love for witches, my fascination for the history of them and their potrayal in literature and specially in TV and film but I’ve decided to leave that for another post – it deserves another post.
You’ve got a month to savour people, savour it and thanks once again for wanting to be involved – without you there would be no point to this. By saying that I mean you also need to be thinking about telling your friends and family – it is going to be worth a few minutes of your time every day for a month or so.
The witches are here…