Hi I’m AR DeClerck author of Alchemist's Kiss, and I’m your host for this stop in the
tour.
Hello there, I’m Margaret R Blake, author of The Ring of Curses (#One in the Merlin’s School
series), Sword of Stone (#Two in the Merlin’s School series – to be released
very soon), RIVERBEND; A Collection of Fairy Tales and Other Stories, and BITS
AND PIECES – An Anthology of Bits of Stories and Pieces of Poetry. I usually
write children’s fantasy but have since branched out to try my hand at some
other stuff as well (which is where BITS AND PIECES comes into play). All my books can be found on Amazon, Barns and Noble and Booktopia.
I have been writing for about twenty years or more now, but it is not my only hobby. I also like to indulge in some needlework on occasion and
I love to read. I’m a bit
of a movie buff as well when
I get a moment to spare. All these things can be very inspiring and it doesn’t
take much for the imagination to
get cranked up. As horrifying as it might sound I am working on about a dozen
books/novellas all up at this moment, with some in different genres, would you
believe. I love the scope that I have to play with and the
characters I can invent. It keeps
my mind busy and my work varied. Currently I‘m concentrating on a YA novella and an
adult fantasy novella, as well as # three in my Merlin’s School series.
Or … you can keep up with my publishing progress and
other stuff on my site here at www.merlins-school.com
I’m to be your host for this stop in the tour and I invite you to
take a wander around my site. I
also include for your enjoyment a sample of my wares … from BITS AND PIECES … On the Cards
‘I’ve had enough of this nonsense,’ Jenna
spoke her former mental theories out loud, tossing a twenty dollar note onto
the shabby table. She stood up so suddenly that the chair she had been sitting
on fell backwards. It was only the soft surface of the grass that stopped the
wooden seat from landing with a clatter.
For a
long moment both women held their ground, eyes locked. The silence stiffened
around them again; that was until the gypsy spoke once more.
‘I
mean you no harm missy … but the cards say what they do. I’m only the
messenger.’
‘I
don’t care,’ Jenna objected angrily. ‘It’s all rubbish … utter rubbish! I don’t
even know why I came in. I don’t even believe in this superstitious claptrap.’
‘The
universe works in mysterious ways, my dear,’ the woman stated softly. ‘And
everything is for a reason.’
‘Well
I can see no reasoning behind what you have to say … universe or not. You …
you, people … just ramble on about what you think we want to hear, though I
must admit nobody wants to know about their own death.’
‘Hmmm
… you are free to believe … or not!’ The gypsy shrugged, scooping up the two
cards and shuffling them back into the deck. She then set them aside and folded
her hands together on the table.
The
atmosphere in the tent had now thickened to the consistency of glue and Jenna
could stand it no longer. She turned without another word and pushed through
the flap of the tent. Stopping outside she wiped her hand down the side of her
fitted grey skirt as if the fabric of the small marquee had dirtied it, but she
did not set off straight away. A wave of dizziness washed over her and for a
split second she felt nauseous.
All
in all she was sure that the amount of time she had spent with the obnoxious
woman had only been minutes, but it had felt like so much longer. Taking a deep
breath she decided to head back to the offices where she was employed.
Looking
at her watch Jenna was surprised to see that it was only 2 thirty pm. She still had thirty minutes to kill before she was due
back at her desk. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Not a good choice of words,
she thought as she walked to the intersection of the street.
The
city’s clock chimed once, verifying the half hour of one that Jenna had
registered on her timepiece. Both Smythes and Brown were in court for the rest of
the day and with most of her paperwork up to scratch Jenna had very little to
do in her tiny work space. She wondered if she should go and have coffee instead
- maybe window shop - or do something else of mind-numbing qualities to direct
her consciousness away from the gypsy’s dire words. They seemed reluctant to
leave her alone, even away from the restrictions of the Tarot reader’s domain.
Jenna
sighed deeply. Who would have thought that a plain working day could have
morphed into the beginnings of a major headache?
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