This Supernatural Summer is slowly winding to a close but its spell lingers still. One season’s magick spiralling out, transforming, changing into another’s. Titania the Summer Queen and Mabh, Queen of Autumn stand on either side of a meadow, walk toward each other, exchange greetings. Lyrical pleasantries from Titania ring like birdsong, while Mabh’s subtle barbs dust a chill in the air. Lightning flashes, flowers ripen to fruit, and the season begins to change.
You, a mortal, can sense it—this Faerie negotiation: warm days slip into cool evening; the scent of barbeque in the afternoon turn to the tang of wood smoke at night; bright skies yield to crisp breezes. Floaty summer dresses slowly give way to the comforting wrap of a favourite sweater. Green shades toward gold. Sparkle turns to glimmer. A different kind of magick stirs, wakens…
But not yet! The walls between the worlds haven’t parted like veils—not quite yet—but they’re thinning. In places… in parks, on a beach, or in the woods… you might still catch glimpses of Summer Fae dancing their last few dances of the season. But at dusk, they’re starting to vanish—leaving the forests to the hunters and their hounds.
Still…while it lasts, enjoy the last enchanted DARKLIGHT days of this Supernatural Summer; the in-between time where, by day, you can still read a good book on a beach… or, by night, curl up with it next to the hearth.
My husband’s idea of a supernatural summer is Paul the psychic octopus (yes, he really does exist) correctly predicting the results of the soccer World Cup, but we know better, don’t we….?
Mmm . . . supernatural summer . . . just those words alone send a tingle down my spine. I sense mystery, magic, danger, suspense, romance – especially romance!
And golden summer days, full of sunshine and dreams and long hazy nights.
As an English writer it is such an honor to be published in the US by the wonderful people at Harper, but any of you who have ever visited England will know that we don’t always have great summer weather on this rainy little island. But one magical year, when I was about sixteen, we had endless days of sunshine that seemed to last all the way from May to September. I remember wearing the skimpiest of little cotton dresses and denim shorts, and listening to summer love songs on the radio, and having picnics with my friends down by the river, surrounded by tall grasses and scarlet poppies, the buzzing of bees and the glitter of dragonflies. I remember lying in the fields on hot, hot afternoons, the book I was reading discarded in favour of daydreams, and I remember looking up at the high blue sky and wishing that moment could last for ever. It didn’t of course, but the memories of that summer did. The memory of my first proper boyfriend, who was dark and gorgeous and kind, and who played in a totally cool band. The memory of him playing his guitar and singing specially for me. The memory of driving to a gig with him in a white Lotus sports car upholstered in red leather. (Why did I ever let him go?!)
I am super-stoked to be part of the upcoming Supernatural Summer 2010 Tour! It is going to be so fangtastic to 1) meet the other authors 2) travel to great cities, and most importantly, 3) meet readers like you!!
I’ve bought a new pair of skully earrings that I thought would be fab to take along with me and wear to some of the events. And come to think of it, I might just have to buy a few more kitschy–cool accessories, too! Love to have an excuse to shop–and this is a great one!
I’ll have some Love Bites bookmarks that I’ll be handing out to all you fabulous readers who attend. Hope you like!! Continue reading »
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