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Sunday Snippet, October 21, 2018

Picking up a line or two from last week in Hedge House. Jacob speaks first.

 

“Viewing will be the day after tomorrow. I have the hours on a slip of paper for you. And you should probably go and get cleaned up – you’ll be getting visitors.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“Word is out that you’re here and there’s going to be a viewing. You’ll be getting casseroled to death any time now.”

“By people I don’t even know?”

“They knew your grandmother, and that’s what really matters to them.”

“That and being curious about me.”

He chuckled. “Nosy, you mean, but yes. You’ll be the talk of the town. Already are, in fact. Grocery store, barber shop, news stand…”

She groaned.

“It’s not that bad. Gives them something to do.”

“So what are they saying?”

“Most are just wondering what you’re like and if you’ll be staying. Apparently Jonas is talking like he already owns the place.”

Green eyes flashed in anger and Jacob smiled inwardly. Maybe Cara thought she hadn’t decided what to do about the house yet, but she had. She just didn’t know she had.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 14, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

Picking up from last week when Cara was “caught” crawling out of a tunnel formed by the branches of a bush.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

She looked up and flushed as she saw Jacob leaning against the oak, the cat rubbing against his legs.

He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her up. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding at the box.

“Treasures.” She glanced back at the tunnel. “Who’s your friend?”

The cat abandoned Jacob and moved to rub its head against her legs. 

“Harry. Seems she’s taken a liking to you.”

“She was on the back porch when I came out so I gave her a pan of water. I should have called you to pick up some cat food.”

Jacob chuckled. “Don’t worry about Harry, she’s well fed.” He glanced at the tunnel she had just crawled out of. “I should have known this was where I’d find you, even without Harry leading me to you. This was your favorite part of the gardens when you were little.”

 “I didn’t even really remember this until I was sitting in the oak tree a while ago but once I found the opening to the tunnel…” She shrugged. “My mind didn’t remember, but apparently my body did. The tunnel was bigger twenty years ago, though.”

Jacob laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Memories come back when you’re ready for them,” he told her. “And when they’re needed. Nothing is ever truly lost or forgotten.”

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 7, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

Cara has crawled through a “tunnel” she used to play in as a child, formed by the arching branches of an old mock orange bush until she reached the end of it where it butts up against the stone wall.

 

She brushed away fallen leaves, her fingers searching for the loose stone. It had become caked with dirt and moss, but she managed to work it loose and her eyes filled with tears as she reached into the hole and her fingers found the ceramic box that she had left behind. She pulled it out and shifted to sit cross legged, nestling it in her lap. The latch and hinges were a little rusted, but she managed to convince it to open.

A stab of pain brought tears to her eyes as the first thing she saw was a photograph of her father. There had been none in her home growing up – her mother had either destroyed them all or had not taken any when they had moved away, she didn’t know which – but she remembered this photo and the day it had been taken – her fifth birthday. He had taken her to a friend’s farm and the photo was of her on a pony, her father at her side, helping her find her balance.

Swallowing hard, she propped it up gently against the inside of the box lid and turned her attention to the other contents. 

A few pretty pebbles, a few pieces of quartz. One of them was a Herkimer diamond, wrapped with copper in an infinity symbol and suspended from a chain. The chain was tarnished, but still intact, although somewhat too small for her now. She remembered her father giving it to her, telling her that she would always be able to see clearly and know the truth if she wore it. She hadn’t wanted to leave it behind – hadn’t wanted to leave any of it behind – but even at seven years of age she had known that her mother would not have approved of her treasures and would have destroyed them. Over the years the memory of it had faded, along with the memories of this place and the people in it, but her return was awakening them.

Carefully placing the pendant back inside the box she closed it and replaced the stone in the wall. Clutching the box to her she crawled out of the tunnel, emerging into sunshine.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 30, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.  Cara has gone outside to explore the property a bit.

Her grandmother’s house – her house now – sat back from the road. It was completely surrounded by a tall thick untamed hedge of hawthorn trees, planted in an alternating double row. A stone fence snaked between their trunks, filling up the space beneath their branches, and a variety of bramble bushes – raspberry, blackberry, and wild rose – sprawled up and over it.

Cara walked along the edge of the property, feeling safe and protected by the thorny plants that surrounded it. And along with the security came a sense of belonging and she sighed, looking up at the trees as the soft wind rustled their leaves. It sounded as if they were whispering to her and she smiled, shaking off the flight of fancy. 

In one corner stood the largest of the trees, an ancient oak. Looking up, she saw that her tree house was still in its lowest branches. Curious, she clambered up onto the stone wall, mindful of the thorns, and peered onto the low platform. To her surprise, the wood seemed new and sturdy, and carefully she crawled onto it and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, smiling as she looked up through the leaves.

She remembered hours spent here, looking up through the leaves and branches, seeing pictures formed as they moved in the breeze and making up stories to go with the images. 

Focusing her attention on her breathing she let her mind and body relax, letting her eyes become unfocused, letting images come. It had been so much easier as a child…

She saw a woman’s face, familiar but not. It seemed to be smiling in approval, but then the wind shifted and a shadow blocked the sun. When the cloud had passed the face was gone and she shivered, sitting up again.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 23, 2018

Picking up from last week in Hedge House.   

“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”

 “Do you believe any of that?”

“No.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It used to really hurt when she would say things like that. She said them about my father, too, that he was crazy and weird and not all there. I didn’t believe that, either. When I got older and she would start on that I’d ask why she’d married him then and that usually made her shut up. At least, it did until she got involved in some kind of crazy cult – she said it was a church – and then her answer to everything was that she had fallen victim to the workings of the devil.”  

“You sound like you don’t believe that, either.”

“I don’t.” She shook her head. “Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure if anyone’s crazy in my family, it’s my mother.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 16, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. I’m still chugging away at the first draft, sometimes just a hundred words at a time, but I’m chugging.

 

“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”

“What do you remember?”

Cara slowly chewed a bite of bagel, trying to summon some sort of coherent memories, but at last she shook her head. “I remember that my father died,” she said, “and then we left here. I remember my mother being…” She frowned, trying to put the impressions of a seven year old child into the words of a twenty seven year old lawyer. “She wasn’t sad or grief stricken. More… angry and…” She shook her head. “I think she blamed my grandmother but I don’t know why.”

Jacob nodded. “She did blame her. Unfairly, but people do a lot of things when they’re in pain that they wouldn’t ordinarily do.”

“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”

 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 9, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

This is the morning after last week’s snippet. Jacob stopped to tell Cara he was going into town and asked if she needed anything.

She stood up when the toaster popped and carefully transferred the bagel to a plate. “How long will it take to announce the date and time of the viewing? I want her friends to be able to come and pay their respects – God, I hate that line.”  She shook her head as she spread the cream cheese. “I don’t want people to think I’m rushing things, because I’m not. I just… I just don’t know.”

There was an edge to her voice and she took a deep breath to steady her shaking hands.

“If I stop and talk to him [funeral director] first and spread the word at a couple other stops, the entire town will know before I get home.”

Cara bit back a giggle. “I was right. News does travel fast in this town.”

Jacob nodded. “If I were a gambling man, I’d be betting that everyone in town already knows you’re here. And I know they’re all curious to meet you.”

“Curious to meet me? I didn’t know anyone knew I existed.”

“People have long memories here,” he told her. “Just about everyone your mother’s age and older is sure to remember at least something about what happened.”

“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 2, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

 

“Jacob.  What… arrangements… have been made?”

“The funeral home will have the viewing whenever you’re ready – tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. She wants to be cremated, so that’s arranged as well. And she wants her ashes planted with a tree.”

“Wants? You talk like she’s still alive.”

“Only the physical body is gone, Cara. Her spirit is very much alive.”

“I know. Just…”

“It sounds strange to you to talk about her as if she was here in the room with us.” She nodded and he smiled. “Then I’ll try not to, at least, until you’re ready to think of her that way.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 26, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft.  I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Picking up from last week: Cara is in Jacob’s kitchen as he is finishing meal prep.

 

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not a thing. Everything’s ready, just needs brought to the table. You drink coffee or tea?”

“Tea,” she said as he brought a platter of baked sweet potatoes to the table. “I never learned to like the taste of coffee.”

“Just like your grandmother,” he chuckled. A moment later a small tray holding a cup, a carafe of hot water, and a bowl with an assortment of teabags was placed next to her. A platter of baked chicken followed, along with a bowl of asparagus. “Help yourself.” He filled a cup with coffee and sat down across from her. “How are you holding up?”

“Tired,” she admitted. “And numb.” She transferred a sweet potato to her plate. “I almost feel too tired to eat.” Her stomach growled a suggestion that she try, and Jacob laughed.

“So, what did you think of the town mayor?”

“I didn’t like him. He made me feel uncomfortable somehow, like I got coated with slime just talking to him.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 19, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week.

Jacob set her suitcases down inside the kitchen door of the big house. She dropped her carry on next to them, glancing around the kitchen as she did so.

“Changed much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It’s strange. I barely remember it, and yet I do.”

“Not strange at all.” He handed her a key ring. “This opens the back door,” he said.  “And this one works the front door, but it doesn’t get used much.”

She nodded and let him close the door and guide her to his house. Smaller than her grandmother’s, it was clean and neat, with just enough things out of order to look lived in. The scent of food wafting from the kitchen made her mouth water.

“I used to think that you lived in the gardening shed,” she admitted to him. “Somehow I could never imagine you in a house.”

He chuckled. “I do tend to spend more time out there than I do in here, it seems. There’s always something to be doing.” The kitchen table already held two place settings and he motioned her into a seat as he began fussing at the stove.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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