Share an excerpt Saturday

Since spring is here, I’m sharing a “garden” excerpt from Caitlin’s Book of Shadows:

Caitlinsbos700“I can’t wait for the spring thaw,” Caitlin complained, sliding her coat off. “Come on, late February!”
“No,” Trevor said, sweeping the shop’s floor. “Can we skip February?”
Her heart twisted and she smoothed a hand down his arm. February would mark one year since Gordon’s death—and what a year it had been! She shuddered, not
wanting to remember. “I’m sorry, honey.” She wondered if more peace spells were in order.
“Personally, I can’t wait to get back out in my garden. I’ve been reading about the cultivation of orange trees. I’d love to add one! I’m sure we can fit it in. Maybe
place it in the west corner of the yard.”
Trevor frowned and turned back to his work. “We’ll see. Are you going to have room after the Christmas tree?”
“Of course.” She sighed and swept a duster over the elaborate Hulish figurines he’d set on a table near the shop’s front window. “I wonder if it will survive the
hot summer. Probably not. If it doesn’t, I can put the orange tree there. Hibiscus might be an easy addition and—being a little daring—I think I’d like to try some lavender this year.” She sighed. “I bet it’ll die on me.”
“You’re better than that and you know it,” he said, disappearing into the office.
Caitlin flipped the duster over and shoved it into its holder behind the desk. She glanced out the window at the gray, chilly afternoon. Come on, spring! I’ve had enough of the cold!

Would you like to read more? The story continues in Caitlin’s Book of Shadows, available at Amazon and barnes and noble.
genre: Supernatural horror


Though their fame became legend, a rumor cropped up about the Fulmer family: Something terrifying stalked Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare? Why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and hopes for each new year.

What truths will her Book of Shadows reveal?

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

Thanks, Tammie Clarke Gibbs, for inviting me to participate in the Share an Excerpt event. 🙂

*(The spacing’s coming out weird on the published post. Sorry about that.)

Witches Have a Fashion Moment –

This may or may not qualify as “Weird” or freaky, depending on your point of view. Personally, I always find it kind of…odd when something I’ve loved…oh, forever hits the mainstream. So…Witches are fashionable now? Wow!

Since I include them in most every story I write, I think it’s a nifty development. What do you think?

via Witches Have a Fashion Moment –

Visiting a Gothick castle

TombDoorSort of. I’m watching Dark Shadows and visiting over at Gothicked today. Want to know what inspired me to write House of Cards? Then come on over. The post is up here.

Oh and if you’re curious, I read here and  here that yesterday was  the day of Ceadda, the (very obscure) Celtic god/goddess of healing springs and holy wells. Interesting huh? I can’t find much about him/her so I always tend to take those readings with a grain of salt though. *shrugs* I wonder if maybe she’s being confused with Sequana, a Gallo-Roman river goddess (incidentally I mention her in House of Cards) but don’t quote me on that.

Anyway, Gothicked post here. If you’d like to see the inspiration behind one my favorite stories.

Sunday Sample

Another Sunday sample. Here we go…

From House of Cards

HOCnewcover-700A scream pierced the night. Sinjon turned to spot an eagle as it landed in the dead branches of the nearby tree. Below its perch, the body of a woman hung from a rope around her left ankle, heavy and lifeless, her throat cut, blood dripping down to stain her white hair, the ground beneath her.

Surely, he was seeing things: the poor soul hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Ignoring the driver’s warning, he turned back to demand he lend a hand as Sinjon intended to cut her down. The more he looked, the less he was sure she was human.

There was something odd about her: the nails weren’t right seeming almost like razors, her skin more like wrinkled leather, her throat a little too long. Her eyes were altogether strange, gouged, yet whole; staring and lifeless, yet somehow they seemed to watch him.

What had happened to the right side of her torso, he couldn’t tell, but it was torn to shreds, strips of bloodied flesh hanging, ribs showing through the injury. Yet, when he tilted his head for a different view, the skin and sinew seemed almost woven together.

Something protruded from her back, but whether two humps, knives, or—it couldn’t be—stubby wings, he couldn’t decide. Or didn’t want to know the nature of what he saw.

As he turned back to his driver, a wall of ethereal flame erupted between them.

Sinjon fell back, staring in astonishment. The ice-blue flames crackled and spat, the wind gusting from the blaze was cold as a winter’s breeze. Beyond, noises of battle erupted.

Sinjon reached for his pistol. A screaming woman flew from the conflagration and locked her hands around his throat. Shock paralyzed him as she dragged him to the flames…


If you’d like to see what’s on the other side of those flames,  House of Cards is available for $.99  at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. I ended up liking these characters so much, I couldn’t let them just go with one! *g* I’m working on a follow up to this story, so keep an eye out for more in this series in the near future! 🙂

Pagan blog prompts-A for Altar

You might be surprised to know…I don’t use one. It seems I’ve always lived in a small space that doesn’t really allow for them. Years ago, when I was starting out and doing strict circles and ritual, I used to use my coffee table and just set everything up there, and take it down when I was finished.

For the last …seventeen years or so, with my writing taking major precedence in my life, I don’t have time for that–nor space, though the layout of our house is pretty much the same as the apartment where I started this collection. I do however have a small lamp table that “caught all” so to speak my major statuettes (would you believe, except for the Oberon Zell Artemis, I found both Minervas and the bathing Diana at the thrift store?). There are  some pictures of my dad, who passed away. There’s a friend there too who’s now gone, but if I know her, she wouldn’t have wanted her picture in the picture, so I covered it.  Some sand from a Buddhist sand painting ritual I happened upon...sheesh! eight years ago at Borders Books (of all places) and several long-unlit candles sit crammed in there beside them. One of them came from the Autumnal Equinox Drum circle at Witch’s Brew last year. The other is from a Hospice event after my father died so it needed to go  there too.

The “lamp table altar” looks a bit like this.

picture by Juli.

My little drum doesn’t even fit there so it’s off in the other room.

Oh, and yes. 🙂 My little fox. The fox may or may not be my Totem. I just picked him/her up because I think they’re adorable and I was writing a story that featured them at the time I stumbled across him/her at Michael’s. I used to have this really cool branch with these natural, yet very Celtic looking markings from my dad’s yard. But you know? I can’t remember where it is. I think it got tossed out in one of our termite swarms a few years back. My incense burner is there too–again long unused thanks to allergies. That orange bud vase? Oh, it’s my one god representation (hey, it’s orange, for the sun god, it’s phallic, it works). The postcard works too. I believe that’s  Mars in the picture–ah yes. Mars, Diana and Venus by Andrea Mantegna (are you catching a theme here?). And paper, of course, for the writer. 🙂

Part of the problem with the god representations, like so much else I fall in love with, is that I’ve never found a representation of Lugh, Brighid, or many of the  others in my “inner ring” of gods, that I’ve been in love with (oh, there is this Apollo, but I hear tell that’s in Mom’s will for me. So I don’t particularly want that image any time soon!). Most of the representations just don’t fit right to me, especially none of Bran….  Don’t get me started. The closest I’ve come to him is a raven I have around here somewhere.But as I said, the table seems a bit crammed as it is, don’t you think?

I’d love to have a place where I could do something permanent, some eternal flame thing, like my Roman ancestors, but altar-keeping has just never been practical for me.   So while I identify pagan and write  pagan-flavored stuff from time to time, sacred space is sort of…not ritualized and just… wherever is most comfortable for me. I suppose, we could call this a votive altar, if nothing else. Right?

Anyway, that’s my–ahem–story and pictures and I’m sticking to it! 😉

*Actually, the Oberon Zell moon goddess came from an old pagan shop around here.


Good riddance 2012!

Yeah, that pretty much sums up my feelings on 2012. Oh, I knew the Mayans were wrong and we wouldn’t end up blowing ourselves to kingdom come, or being blown to kingdom come. There’s a whole conversation I could go into about the calendar, but I’ll spare you. 😉 Some very good things happened this year, some things it’s too early to talk about much, but losing a family member, well that just makes the year suckieth, does it not? Yeah. Well, anyway, the good news is, you know, it all turned into fodder for writing, and I have done what I never thought I would: accomplished a lifetime dream and become published. Thank the gods that self-publishing stigma died… So how did 2012 treat you all? Are you ready to put the nail in its coffin or are you going to miss it?

For 2013, To start the new year off right, I have many more tour stops. (Thanks to all my hosts present, future and past!) I also  have a new story out. It’s a side story in Caitlin’s world—that is the world of The Artist’s Inheritance.

Juli D. Revezzo, paranormal, supernatural, horror, Antique Magic series, Fort Pickens, Gulf Breeze, FloridaCaitlin’s Book of Shadows:

Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

Its official book 1.5 in my Antique Magic series. Here’s a little ole trailer I made for it.

What do you think? The story is up at Amazon now. I hope you will enjoy it. 🙂

As for book two, I’m working on revisions as we speak, and there are even more goodies on the horizon for this year….Patience, my friends, that’s the hardest part, isn’t it? 😉 And I saw this on Independent Bookworm, and think it makes total sense, so I vikked–erm borrowed it. (They attribute this to Heinlein)

Writing Goals for 2013 then.

  1. You must WRITE. (<–*nodsnods* Wedding List and every other darned thing in my head. ;))
  2. You must FINISH what you write. <–*nodnods* Drawing down the Shades, baby! Wedding List is coming up fast behind.)
  3. You must NOT REWRITE unless to editorial demand. (That means an editor who’s paying you, not one you hire. Fixing typos / mistakes is acceptable.) <–one word: I agree; to a point. I agree with author Robert J. Sawyer.  I don’t think this counts authorial revisions and tweaks, or Heinlein was mad. 😉 You gotta revise to get the *ahem* out of there.
  4. You must put your work on the MARKET. <– *nodsnods* I hope to. Luckily that’s easier now than in Heinlein’s heyday.
  5. You must LEAVE your work on the market. <–Although there are less and less big six (big three? markets these days, there are ways around that, so I plan on it.

So we’ll see. At the very least I hope you all enjoy my chatter, and my stories! 🙂 How’s your outlook for 2013?