My name is Miss Lucinda Meredith. Please, come sit with me a while, let me tell you my story.
It was the Summer of 1890. Theatre manager and writer, Mr Bram Stoker, arrived here in Whitby after an arduous theatre tour of Scotland. It was to be a welcome respite before his return to London. What he discovered was far more intriguing.
We met at dawn on the East Cliff, in the shadow of Whitby Abbey, on a bench overlooking the sea. So at ease in his company, I felt compelled to share the events that had haunted my existence.
And after all these years, I wonder, could our chance encounter have inspired what would become, Bram Stoker’s legacy?
“Death finds us all, it is our finality. I had ached for death for so long, to rid me of the misery, torment – plague. Yet, when it came, my end only signified a beginning. The creation of something new.”
It’s always fun to do something a little different. An author interview is always nice to do, but when your book characters grab a little limelight, that is where the fun begins… So when USA Today Bestselling Romance Author, Jenny Foster met Vladimir from Mr Stoker & I, here’s what happened.
Q: I hope you had some time to recover from your last adventure in “Mr Stoker & I”. Tell me, what is your favorite relaxing pastime?
I do not have much spare time, I find my mind too occupied with my work.
Since I came to your country as a young man, my eagerness to work, or achieve
my goals, to accomplish, has been far too great to worry my mind with small
details as relaxation. My work has become far too important, too time-consuming
to allow anything else to interfere.
Q: Where did you grow up? Do you have fond memories of your childhood?
My home is a small village just outside of Brașov, at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains, where the river snakes, and stories are told. My childhood was filled with tales of those whispering Mountains. There is a fondness attached to those thoughts, to my Grandmother. She was very wise, her knowledge was great, and I learnt well from her. There is more a need attached to those memories, a need for answers. It was that need that brought me to your shores.
Q: Whom or what do you really hate?
Hate? That is a strong word, a strong emotion. Surely to hate you must
love; I have found they are much the same. There is no room for either in my
life, not anymore. Love brings about weakness, rash behaviour. I have seen what
becomes of those who love too much, hate too much, it brings devastation to
their door, what they crave so greatly to protect, crumbles.
Q: What is your biggest fear?
Again, I have witness fear, it can easily be mistaken for hatred, or
become one with it. That is truly a mixture most lethal. Great fear takes man’s
logic only to replace it with nothing but foolish expectations, of
possibilities of what they can never obtain. Fear brings rashness, doubt. It
leads to mistakes. I have no room for it.
Q: What makes you smile?
There was one that brought warmth, a
spark of that kindred spirit; one that made me smile. Someone with an
honest heart. A solitary soul with a longing to do what was right. There was no
fear in her actions or hatred in her heart, only a need to protect those she
loved. I wanted to… what did I want, I wonder? Did I want her, or the mere hope
that shone from her? I will never know, I no longer like to reflect.
Q: I´d love to hear about your future plans. Is there anything you can reveal?
Do I have a future? What future could I possibly hope for? I wander back to my home of the whispering Carpathian Mountains and the winding river that surrounds the town. Of those memories of my childhood and the stories of the ancestors told by my grandmother. I may stay there, and wait.
Intrigued? Left wanting more? Why not buy the book and read more of Miss Lucinda Meredith and Vladimir…
1900 – Annabelle yearns for nothing more than motherhood and her duty to provide an heir to devoted husband Richard Hardwick, successor to a wealthy family fortune. Her younger sister Emily, engaged to Lance Corporal James Wright, imagines only wedded bliss, but as darkness falls in the shape of War, James is deployed to South Africa, leaving her alone with an uncertain future. As melancholy festers, Emily escapes taking solace by the sea. As the distance stretches between the sisters, so too does the life-thread of family.
1997 – As her 21st birthday approaches, April reluctantly moves closer to her Grandmother Sarah, to her mother’s childhood home of Bury St Edmunds, in the heart of the Suffolk countryside. As she struggling to adjust, pining for her seaside upbringing, she takes solace in the bond she shares with her grandmother. In a visit to the attic one December afternoon, she discovers more than just dusty tea chests and old suitcases. She encounters an ancestor that has remained, a ghostly apparition whispering secrets in the shadows.
Confronted with visions and dreams; memories of a lost time, grave secrets, sisterly love, romance and family loyalties that stretch beyond even love’s limits. April is thrown into turmoil, living moments in two eras, experiencing love and loss in both. Piecing together snippets of another life, giving peace back to the house and laying ghosts to rest; she unfolds the mystery of her family’s Supernatural legacy.
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Season’s Greetings to all, and as a little gift from me to you, The Manningtree Account novella is FREE to download from Amazon Kindle this weekend only – 23rd / 24th December!
“…with beaks as deadly as blades, let them peck eyes from skulls, and tear flesh from bones. They shalt do my bidding. We shalt listen and dance to their cries. I would spare them the cold this bleak night, their bodies warmer for the blanket of blood.”
This is the perfect teaser, a little witchy taster. If you’ve been pondering on whether or not to buy Daughters of the Oak, this is the ideal time to dip your toes and feel the darkness creep. The Manningtree Account is the original story on which Daughters was created. It’s a stand-alone novella, but if you then fancy digging a little deeper into the tale, you can purchase the extended edition Daughters of the Oak.