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Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts

Monday, 28 October 2019

Magic and magic-makers in medieval courts #MedievalMonday Blog for Halloween

Seal from a manuscript by John Dee (sourced from Wikipedia Commons)Magic played a strange and ambivalent role in medieval society. Wise-women and wizards were sometimes tolerated or revered or sometimes persecuted as witches, particularly if their 'magic' went wrong. Yet at the same time, priests could perform magic and utter charms as well as prayers to combat evil or demons.

All levels of medieval society believed in magic, including the courts. Magicians might be employed at European courts as entertainers, as alchemists, as healers or as diviners. In the later Tudor period we have John Dee, who served Elizabeth I as her astronomer and occultist, and the alchemist and astronomer Paracelsus. In myth we have Merlin, one of the most famous magicians of them all, who was on the edge first of Uther Pendragon's court and then of King Arthur's, and feared and respected in equal measure. In France in the 14th century, the astrologer Thomas of Pisano made figures out of wax to destroy the invading English by magic.

Astrologers, alchemists and magicians, promising gold, health and power, were often welcomed at court and given high status. Yet their places were always vulnerable. Jealous rivals could accuse them of using magic in an evil way, as happed to Mummolus, a shrewd military tactician of the sixth century AD, a time when Frankish Gaul was split into several kingdoms. Accused of witchcraft by Fredegund, queen to Chilperic I of Soissons, Mummolus was tortured and died of his wounds.

In 1441 Eleanor, duchess of Gloucester, was accused of using ‘treasonable necromancy’ against King Henry VI in order to advance her husband. She was imprisoned for life, while the astrologers Thomas Southwell and Roger Bolingbroke, together with Margery Jourdemayne, ‘the Witch of Eye‘, were condemned to death. In the mid-1480s Richard III of England accused Elizabeth Woodville (previously married to a Lancastrian) of having bewitched his late brother Edward IV into marrying her.

Even the court of the medieval papacy was a place where members could be accused of magic - because magic-making was seen as a part of life and a way of gaining or keeping favours. In 1317 the bishop of Cahors was tried for using magic against Pope John XXII and trying to smuggle magical images into the papal palace in loaves of bread.

Magic and the belief in magic figures in my latest medieval historical romance, The Snow Bride. Elfrida the heroine is a white witch and she must do battle with an evil necromancer who has kidnapped her sister. You can read more about the story and an excerpt here.



THE SNOW BRIDE (THE KNIGHT AND THE WITCH 1) https://amzn.to/2MZZan0    

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Be careful what you wish for

What would you do if you began feeling ill? If pieces of your short term memory seemed to be missing? If you started seeing things?

Hopefully you’d seek medical advice. Hopefully you’d confide in a friend. But what if you are nineteen and away from home at college? What if you are a sportsman who has always felt himself indestructible? What if you thought your peers would laugh and call you a wuss?

Meet Nick Blaketon, the less than heroic hero of the trilogy of supernatural thrillers that begins with Torc of Moonlight. At first he rationalises his symptoms, then he becomes distracted by Alice, a studious auburn-haired recluse seeking the shrine to a lost Celtic fertility goddess. He knows he saw her hair writhe around her head; she doesn’t believe in coincidences, or in Nicholas Blaketon. Only gradually do they start telling each other the truth, but by then…

The fact – yes, the fact – is that settings can come from anywhere. The settings for Torc of Moonlight came unadorned from reality quite by chance. I was walking round Hull’s university campus and from the plan realised that the accommodation blocks were named after Celtic settlements in the area. Inside they were warrens of beech-clad corridors. Outside ran a beech-lined road where squirrels played, at its top a miniature nature reserve with hedgehogs and field mice. The entire campus was, is, covered in shrubs, ivy climbing the walls of its original buildings. It is as if Nature is hiding in plain sight, gradually encroaching, gradually taking over. I simply added a purpose, and expanded its reach.

It was hardly stretching credulity. Yorkshire has more ancient springs named Lady Well than anywhere in England. The ‘lady’ in question has nothing to do with Christianity, and neither have the offerings found at some sites. And the moon? This year the New Moon will be on the 29th.

Be careful what you wish for when you laugh at Halloween.


Torc of Moonlight is available as an ebook and paperback
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Thirteen 4 & 5 star Reviews:
"..in starkly elegant prose, builds a powerful novel of possession and psychological breakdown.."
"..a skilled writer fully in control of her complex plot and ideas, and as dark secrets are revealed, this is a novel which satisfies on many levels.."

Sunday, 14 October 2012

'Bring Your Own Wolf' for Wicked Haunt-o-ween


Happy Hauntings, everyone. Join me on Monday, October 15 -- and all the authors participating in the Wicked Haunt-o-ween at KM Books. 


Here's the beginning of my featured flash scene... 
 
‘Bring Your Own Wolf’ Costume Party
By Savanna Kougar

With her head pounding from a nerve-wracking day at her rotten stupid job as a bank teller... with her stomach growling and pressed against her spine because she’d skipped lunch to license her junker of a car, then pick up her Little Red Riding Hood costume for tonight’s Halloween party... Sapphyra jogged toward the entrance of the small shop that sold stuffed animals, many of them realistic looking.

That is, before Doris closed up -- only minutes away.

“Oh, hell, no.” The words burst out of Sapphyra as she glimpsed Helen’s silver Porsche parked nearby.

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There's lots of contests happening and if you wanna win one of my books...  
 
***Contest for 18yrs and older only: Savanna is offering one PDF copy of one of books from her backlist. The winner's choice. Read on to find out how you may add this treat to your goody bag. CONTEST ENDS ON OCT. 22ND AT MIDNIGHT.

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~ Have a magickal and wicked Halloween ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
 

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Happy Halloween! Share your spooky reads here...

Happy Halloween! Over this Halloween weekend please share your ghostly/paranormal/spooky reads here at Lindsay's Romantics.

Writers - just leave details of your paranormal and ghostly reads in the comments section (and don't forget to add a buy link).

Readers - please come and see. You may discover some wonderful new authors.

Hope everyone has a super shivery time!

Best wishes, Lindsay

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Tara Nichols: Childhood memories for Halloween

Halloween is fast approaching, a time of year when the sun sets a little earlier and the leaves fall from the trees, leaving behind the skeletal braches back lit by the moon.

Strangely enough, that is the same setting in the spring but it just doesn’t seem quite as spooky.

The last half of October is all about being scared, death, thrills and chills, and that’s the way we like it. (Not all of us of course. My son finds plastic rotting corpses and eyeballs on the end of a pen distasteful, but he’s four)

Halloween is my second favorite holiday, (Valentine’s Day takes the number one position), and I thought on what it is that I like about Halloween so much. Is it the candy? Not anymore? Is it the costumes, mmm, somewhat. Is it the fact that everyone sneaks about trying to scare the pants off all the others? Why yes! That’s it.



Okay, so why? Are we adrenaline junkies? Probably.

That would explain why, as a kid, we watched cheesy B grade horror movies at sleepovers before bed then lay in the dark gripping my sleeping with my eyes wide open until dawn.

It also explains why my cousin and I used to stand at either end of our long hallway with heavy blankets over our heads then walk toward each other, all the time tensed and ready for the thrilling moment when we would crash into one another, or why we pushed the limits and occasionally slept out in the woods, far away from the house.

I have an active imagination, which is a handy feature in regards to writing, but not so handy when I’m walking in the dark alone. It’s at those moments I can convince myself that shadow up ahead is a half decayed zombie (one of the scariest ghouls in my mind). My heart starts pumping extra hard, my fingers turn cold, and I struggle to take another step forward. I’m sure we all had had those moments.



It’s times like that when having a pal around is really handy, unless that pal is as scared as you and won’t stop voicing the images haunting their thoughts. My cousin was terrible for that.

I remember one night in particular when we had just watched a rather gory werewolf movie then slept out in the yard inside their camper. We stayed up until three a.m. chatting happily then retired to bed, and everything was fine until she told me she thought she saw something move just outside the window.

I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!

Damage done, we lay there, shivering under the blankets waiting for something to pounce, until one of us decided it might be better to sleep in the house that night. Great idea, I thought, but we still had to walk the length of the camper and get to the house.

Dragging blankets behind us, we edged our way down the long aisle, my cousin shining the flashlight out the windows, then when our feet touched the ground we ran shrieking and screaming to the house.

I knew, deep in my heart, she hadn’t actually seen a werewolf, but I simply could not harness my fear and remain calm, and seeing as I woke in the morning stiff and achy because my cousin had slept ON TOP of me told me she couldn’t either.

The idea of werewolves, vampires, and other icky ghouls is an old one but probably came about in much the same fashion. Some ancestor saw something shift among the shadows and let their imagination do the talking. Back then we sought explanations for the unexplained to make sense of things such as rabies, leprosy, ball lightening, and herbalist hermits who cooked tea in a large cauldron, and even though we have scientific explanations now, it’s still hard to convince oneself of the facts in the moment.

And those days when I have stayed up late working on my latest paranormal I can’t help the fear I take back to bed with me. For as logical as I am most of the time, I still leap into bed from time to time, just in case something slimy is lurking beneath waiting to grab my ankles.

Happy Halloween.

www.tarasnichols.webs.com
http://tarasnichols.blogspot.com


Currently I have eight books published. One of those is a paranormal.

Check out my erotic vampire novella (Book One), Awakening the Blood at Amira Press: http://www.amirapress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=11&products_id=229

Special thanks to Feebleminds free fantasy pictures http://www.feebleminds-gifs.com/.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

Halloween Memories

Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm a big ole chicken when it comes to watching the frightening flicks. Sad, but true, I'm the annoying chick who yells, "Stop! Don't go in there!" or "Look behind you, you silly broad!" I don't know how many movies I've watched with my hand over my eyes, peeking through my fingers. Although I may jump and latch onto my hubby's shirt like it's a life-line, I'm having a blast!
I have a cache of favorites I love to whip out. I think the first movie I watched that gave me the creepies was Disney's adaptation of Washington Irving's, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I loved the goofy Ichabod Crane, his tormentor Brom Bones, and Ichabod's sweetheart Katrina. I'd get the chills every time the Headless Horseman appeared. I can't wait for my kids to get a little older so I can share the classic Disney movie.
In sixth grade, I stayed the night at my BFF's house and her mom let us watch Stephen King's movie, IT. A killer clown, a spooky town, and bone-chilling scenes had me jumping at shadows for months!! I couldn't take a shower without putting a wash cloth over the drain in fear of the Clown popping up to take me down where everything floats! C'mon, I know those of you who have seen the movie probably did the same darn thing! Mr. King is the master of giving people the heebie-jeebies.

I can remember the first time my parents let me watch the original Halloween with Jamie Lee Curtis. Oh, my goodness, I was petrified! For months, my folks knew exactly where I was in the house, because I flipped very stinkin' light on, no matter where I went! Plus, I would shut all the blinds. I hated dark windows and STILL DO! Yikes! Nothing freaks me out more than the idea of another person's face looking back at me.
One of my best semesters in college was the Fall of 1999. I had a killer group of friends who lived a couple of complexes away. We were inseparable. Kind of like a country-fried version of Friends. Our favorite thing to do (besides painting town) was movie night. One of the guys picked up The Blair Witch Project. Scatter about the mismatched couches and shag carpet, the ten of us devoured every inch of herky-jerky camera work. By the last frame, we were little more than a jumble of bodies clumped in the center of the room! Boys being boys, they took advantage of our terror and got us good the next morning. I can still hear "Backseat Becky" (long story- and she'd never forgive me! lol) screaming her head off when she opened the front door. The fellas had piled rocks and pines cones on the doorstep- the Blair Witch's calling card. OMG! Good times, good times!
Every scary movie I've seen has a fantastic memory associated with it. I think that's why I'm enamored with this time of year. I'd be lying if I said the hordes of chocolate candies being bandied about doesn't hurt either!
Here's a couple of my other favs: Hocus Pocus, The Sixth Sense, Fear (with hunkie-dunkie Mark Wallburg-oh, he's creepy!) and Signs. LOL I haven't expanded my brag-roll to the bloody hack-and-slashers. Like I said, I'm a wuss!
Now, it's your turn! C'mon on and spill your favorite Halloween tradition or memory! Let's celebrate what holidays are all about. . . bringing people together!

For more on Sarah- check out her blogs : The Lovestruck Novice and Friday Night Writes.


~Sarah Simas~
2009 Golden Gateway Finalist
See What I'm Up To http://thelovestrucknovice.blogspot.com.

Friday, 9 October 2009

Xrated Halloween at Extasy Books.

My fellow Halloween Hooligans and I from Extasy Books have cooked up some especially spicy treats for you this Halloween Season.
So to start off this month of blogs, chats, demons and sex, I asked all my authors what they like to do with their pumpkin seeds-keeping it PG of course. So here are our answers.

Courtney Breazile: I like them roasted with cinnamon and nutmeg-yummy

C.R. Moss: We normally just roast the seeds and sprinkle salt on them.

Jambrea Jones: Hmmm...I'm not much for the seeds or the pumpkin.

Laura Tolomei: Toasted pumpkin seeds, salted on the outside, they’re great as a snack. Called “bruscolini” in Italian, they can even substitute popcorn when watching a movie.

Angela Caperton: I love pumpkin seeds, but I'm not very creative with recipes using them. I just like eating them right out of the shell. I do make a pumpkin spice pudding that is pretty awesome! And I like pumpkin pie. Yum!


Watch our websites for information on all our blogs, with fun Halloween questions and answers, as well as our chats, with awesome prizes. I hope you will all join us for our chats this month.

Check out our trailer at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0l13ROXuzw

All our books will be available to purchase at www.extasybooks.com

Courtney Breazile- http://www.courtneybreazile.com
Reincarnated Death Wish Oct 15th
“To Experience Passion is to Choose Death”

Jambrea Jones- http://www.jambrea.com
Unseen Path Oct 31st
“The Road Not Traveled Reveals a Destiny Unfulfilled”

Angela Caperton - http://www.angelacaperton.com
Green Flash Oct 31st
“During the Halloween Bacchanal Fantasy Fest Will Claire Embrace her Own Desires and Learn the True Nature of the Green Flash?”

C.R. Moss - http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ecr_moss//
In the Spirit Oct 15th
“Can Love Heal Death’s Soul?”

Laura Tolomei - http://www.lallagatta.com/eng/index.html

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Pumpkinnapper is Here!


The time has come! The Wild Rose Press has released my Regency Halloween comedy novella, Pumpkinnapper.


Buy link here. Note, depending on your location, the link may not yet be active.


Join the fun as Henry the man and Henry the goose spar over heroine Emily's affections while they try to capture the foul pumpkin thieves.


The day's events:

September 30:

3-5 PM Eastern time: I'll be at the Classic Romance Revival loop
9-10 PM Eastern time: I'll be at The Wild Rose Press loop. I'll drop in all day, but I'll be there for sure at this time.

You must join the loops in order to post.


And enter my CONTEST--Find Me a Hero! Prize is a PDF copy of Pumpkinnapper. Contest runs through October 31. Details on my Contest page.


BLURB:


Pumpkin thieves, a youthful love rekindled and a jealous goose. Oh my.


Last night someone tried to steal the widowed Mrs. Emily Metcalfe's pumpkins. She's certain the culprit is her old childhood nemesis and the secret love of her youth, Henry, nicknamed Hank, whom she hasn't seen in ten years.


Henry, Baron Grey, who's never forgotten the girl he loved but couldn’t pursue so long ago, decides to catch Emily's would-be thief. Even after she reveals his childhood nickname--the one he would rather forget. And even after her jealous pet goose bites him in an embarrassing place.


Oh, the things a man does for love.


EXCERPT:


"Emily, even with Henry, formidable as he is--" Hank glared at the goose. The goose glared back "--you need protection. I will send over some footmen to guard the place."


"No. Turnip Cottage belongs to Charlotte's husband. What will the townspeople think, with Lord Grey's servants about my house?"


Her refusal increased his fury. The sight of her hand on that damned goose's head didn't improve his mood, either. He balled his fists as his patience thinned and something else thickened. "I'll find you a guard dog. You must have some protection out here all alone."


"But I have Henry." She patted the goose's head and the bird snuggled into her hand. Again.


Heat flooded Hank, part desire for Emily's touch, and part desire to murder that damned goose, who was where he wanted to be. His insides groaned. "Very well, then, you leave me no choice. I will help you catch the culprits."


"But--"


He changed his voice to the voice that either melted a woman or earned him a slap in the face. "Who knows, mayhap we would enjoy ourselves as I lie in wait with you." I would love to lie with you.


Her eyes widened. Had she understood the innuendo?


"I cannot stay alone with you, and you know it," she said, her voice severe.


"You are a widow in your own home and no one will see. I will make sure of it."


"No." She marched back into her cottage and slammed the door. Henry smirked and waddled away.


Hank grinned. He would be back, whether she liked it or not.


Linda

Linda Banche

Regency romance--most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal

Lady of the Stars--4 stars from Romantic Times, Regency time travel available from The Wild Rose Press

Pumpkinnapper--Regency Halloween comedy, available from The Wild Rose Press

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