Showing posts with label Faelorehn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faelorehn. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2013

Omnibus Extras and Faelorehn is FREE on Amazon!

KINDLE VERSION NOW FREE
FROM AMAZON.COM!
Hello everyone,
     First, I'd like to announce that the ebook version of Faelorehn is now FREE from amazon.com!  Lots of people have already discovered this and have been downloading their own copies.  Please feel free to take advantage of this opportunity and also to let all your friends know if you think that they might enjoy this trilogy.  I'm hoping this will help expand the Otherworld Trilogy's readership even further :).
    With that announcement over, here is one of the extras from the Omnibus Edition of the Otherworld Trilogy.  This particular excerpt is titled The Birth of a Trilogy and is just a commentary I wrote since this is the first trilogy I've actually completed (despite the fact that I've published three other books in a different series AND regardless of my desire to continue writing books that take place in the world of Eile . . .).
   With that being said, if you'd like to know a little more about how I came up with and created the stories for Faelorehn, Dolmarehn and Luathara, feel free to read on.  But just a word of warning, I do discuss a few aspects of Luathara that those of you who haven't read it yet might not want to know quite yet.  So, if you don't like spoilers, please wait and read this Omnibus extra after you've finished all three books.  For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy my rambling ;).
-J.E. Johnson

The Birth of a Trilogy


The creation of the Otherworld Trilogy started about a year and a half ago, but in all honesty, it may have even begun earlier than that.  Although I can safely say my writing career officially took off some six years prior, I must admit that the stories I now bring to life on paper (or on screen for those digital readers among us) have been accumulating for years.  However, the decision to actually sit down and write the Otherworld Trilogy is a rather recent development, in the grand scheme of things.
 
So, what prompted this decision you might ask, to set my Oescienne series aside for a while and dive, head first, into an entirely new world?  Perhaps I simply needed a break from my other books and around that time I'd been reading quite a few novels in the young adult, paranormal genre.  Many of these tales dealt with vampires, werewolves and the Fae (in some form or another, since, let's face it, the old stories can be obscure at times), and I realized that some of these authors were independently published and doing quite well with their paranormal series.  Yet, that wasn't the only thing that encouraged me to begin Meghan's story.  I also happened to have a wealth of knowledge at my disposal that would act as a nice backbone for a young adult paranormal series of my own, and it was dying to be put to use.
 
In a sense, I guess one could call my time spent taking Celtic and Norse mythology classes in college (an enterprise most people looking to build a useful degree might consider a pointless waste of energy) as time well spent.  While reading and picking apart such epics as Beowulf, The Tain, and the Mabinogi, to name a few, I managed to accumulate quite a bit of useful information, mythologically speaking, of course.  From there, all I had to do was gather up what I'd learned from my studies and add a dash of modern, teenage angst.  Easy, right?  Okay, that's stretching it a bit.  Some aspects of creating this series could be considered less painful than others, but it was, by no means, a walk in the park.  For example, I knew I wanted to incorporate the Celtic pantheon (since this is a lesser known set of gods than say Roman, Egyptian or Greek), and I wished to set the story in my hometown.  Well, at least the mortal world aspect of it.  Wrapping it all together into something readers might find believable and entertaining was the tricky part.
 
The characters, surprisingly, arrived early on the scene and were quick to establish themselves in my head.  Meghan and Cade have been with me so long, I can't honestly remember sitting down and fleshing out all their little details.  What I can say is that I always wanted Meghan to be someone who didn't quite fit in; someone who was a little lost in herself and unsure of who she truly was.  Even in Luathara she is still struggling with her self-identity, and I believe this is a common trait among most of us, especially at that age.  It took me a while to figure out who I was, and even now I'm discovering new outlooks on life.
 
Now with Cade's character I wanted an ideal male that someone like Meghan could look up to and admire, not just some pretty face with lots of charm.  Yes, Cade seems perfect on the outside, but the real draw is everything he is fighting within himself.  He's the son of Eile's hated warrior queen and a hero of old, and he has his own special magic to contend with.  Although his riastrad proves helpful on many occasions, to him it's a curse.  But the most significant flaw in Cade is his inner guilt and tendency to blame himself for much of the hardship from his past.  He's a troubled soul, and in all the books I've read, the troubled souls were always the ones to draw me in.  I wanted Cade to have this internal battle so that it would balance his outer appearance and teach him that, with the right amount of time and the right person to care about him, he could eventually heal.
 
Meghan and Cade may have been their own individuals when they entered the story line, but Meghan's mortal family, however, was inspired by some close friends of mine and their children (they have one girl and several boys, so that's where Meghan got all her brothers).  One interesting thing I should mention is that Aiden, at the very beginning of this series, was never meant to be Meghan's blood brother.  In fact, it wasn't until I started writing the second book, Dolmarehn, that that little plot twist revealed itself to me.  Interesting how my Muse decided from the beginning that Aiden should have dark hair like Meghan . . .  It's as if she knew before me how the story was going to play out.  Good thing I went with my Muse's suggestion because Aiden's role in book three is rather significant, not to mention the fact that he'll be needing his own series further down the line.
 
Developing the Otherworld itself and all its wonders (and horrors) was another challenge (and a joy).  As you already know, I had a whole mythological system to borrow from, and I did my best to make good use of it.  Making Cade the son of Cuchulainn and the Morrigan helped stir the pot, or rather the cauldron, a little.  In The Tain, the Morrigan does try to distract Cuchulainn by any means possible, including seduction.  As far as I know, she fails to outsmart the Celtic hero, but I thought it would be a great plot point if I were to take that tale and bend it just a little.  After all, so many of our folk legends have been twisted over time, why not this one as well?
 
One thing I worried about while writing the Otherworld books was getting the gods and goddesses just right, especially since some of them (Danua, the Dagda, the Morrigan), play such significant roles.  For their development, I merely went on my gut instinct and tried to picture them as I had in all my classes over the years.  The Morrigan became the selfish, heartless, violent queen I always imagined, but she still retained the fae beauty of Eile.  Danua, in my mind, needed to be a harsh, strong ruler, but beneath it all she also had to have a caring heart since in these books she plays the role of a mother.  The Dagda, by far, is my favorite among the Tuatha De kings and queens with regards to this series.  With him, I pictured a giant, affable man who's hospitality and exuberance is impossible to resist.  He acts as a good anchor for Cade, and later for Meghan as well.
 
Robyn, Tully, Will and Thomas took a little more time to develop.  Thomas and Will are loosely based on a combination of my high school friends, and I suppose Tully and Robyn are as well, to some degree.  I wanted Meghan to have the kind of friends who would appreciate her, given that she is an odd duck, and these four, being outcasts themselves, are a good fit for her.  Michaela West and Adam Peders are also directly inspired by real-life people, people I considered my tormentors when I was Meghan's age.  I think almost everyone has at least one or two people they can remember from their teenage years who made their daily lives miserable.  Luckily for us authors, we can use this to our advantage in creating an antagonist or two to help our struggling protagonist build up his or her character.
 
The characters for my books were definitely central to the plot, but creating the setting for Eile and the creatures that live there was one of the most time-consuming aspects of writing this series.  In the old Irish myths, any white creature with red ears is believed to be from the Otherworld.  For some reason, imagining all the animals in Eile as white with red ears seemed rather dull, so alas, I turned those particular creatures into spirit guides and let all the other, everyday animals of Eile retain their more natural colors.  The faelah were another fun creation.  I know, they are horrible monsters, but trying to come up with a large variety of half-rotting, walking dead beasts was a delightful challenge.  I was always thinking about what the Morrigan would come up with next to send after Meghan and Cade.  As for the world of Eile itself and the dolmarehn that act as gateways, well, those are straight from the Celtic past.  The ancient Celts believed in otherworldly things and they also believed that there were ways to cross into their otherworld.  Bodies of water and caves were common passageways, and since Ireland is still littered with dolmens, stone constructs that look like gateways, I decided to incorporate them as my own passages throughout Eile.
 
Once the Otherworld had been sorted out, deciding on the mortal world setting was a bit more daunting for me.  In the beginning, after deciding Meghan's family would live in my hometown of Arroyo Grande, I struggled with the decision on whether or not I should use the actual town names in my surrounding area.  When it came down to it, however, I chose to keep the names as they are and to invent my own names for stores and schools and such.  This way, I could give the reader a sense of an actual place while still leaving them to guess and wonder about some of the locations I mention.  So the places Meghan and her friends frequent are real.  The small town of Arroyo Grande does have an old village, and the swinging bridge where the Morrigan attacks Meghan in raven form really exists.  As a child, I remember visiting the bridge and peering down at the creek far below.  The shop where Meghan finds the book on Celtic myth is a wonderful little old post office where the store's patrons can find an eclectic mix of mystical fare.  The campsite Meghan and Cade and her friends visit at Lopez Lake is an actual site as well.  In fact, when writing that chapter of Luathara, I got online and pulled up a map of the campground and made sure I found a spot that matched the description in the book.  Let's just say I can be a stickler for the details at times.  And finally, across the highway from my house is a swamp of sorts (well, a swamp by California standards at least), and if you hike in deep enough, you'll find a small ravine where old, dead eucalyptus trees crisscross to impede your path.  I haven't found the dolmarehn at the end yet, but I'm still holding out hope that it's there somewhere.  Why did I go to all that trouble to incorporate actual locations in a fantasy series?  I suspect it has something to do with my tendency to find at least a small amount of wonder in so many of the places I visit.  I simply wanted to bring that wonder and awe to life for my readers.
 
The one thing I feel I struggled with the most while working on this series was deciding whether I wanted to write it in first or third person perspective.  In the beginning, Meghan was doing the talking, but when some of my friends read over the manuscript, they encouraged me to switch back to third person.  I had already written three other books in a completely separate series, all of them from the third person perspective, so for a while I seriously considered returning Faelorehn to this style of writing.  Funny thing was, however, Meghan wouldn't let me.  For a good two months I fought against her character until finally I realized that it wasn't so much my story, but Meghan's, and she wanted to tell it her way.  That's the interesting thing I've learned as an author.  We don't so much create stories and write them, but rather, we are the conductors of some other entity's creation.  Sometimes that's the only way I can explain how I come up with my ideas.  Sure, I've invented plenty of my own thoughts and plot twists, but sometimes the dialogue and story line and a character's personality come to me out of the blue.
 
In conclusion, I must admit that this has been one exciting, demanding year with regards to my writing.  I can't even begin to describe how fulfilling it is to have finished a series and to know that there are readers out in the wide world somewhere who have really enjoyed what I've worked so hard to bring to life.  Yes, Meghan's (and Cade's) story is over for now, but once a new world full of new characters makes itself known to me, it never really goes away.  I look forward to returning to the Otherworld and continuing with the stories of some of my secondary characters, and I also hope to be bringing new realms and new adventures to life as well.
 
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my books, and please, if you ever get a chance, swing by my website (www.jennaelizabethjohnson.com) and see what extras I've got posted and also feel free to leave me a note, send me a message, or sign up for my author's newsletter for new book releases and news.  Until next time, may you always find a good book to keep you company, and as always, happy reading.
 
-J.E. Johnson

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Faelorehn Poster for the Orange County Children's Book Festival!

In one short month, I'll be heading down to Costa Mesa, California for the Orange County Children's Book Festival.  I have my paperback books ordered and I'm working on getting some bookmarks and other items done, but one thing I'd like to bring along is a poster for Faelorehn.  I've been spending the last few weeks working here and there on a design that I hope will capture the interest of potential new readers.
 
This is a new book festival for me, so hopefully I'll be prepared.  If not, I'll be sure to take lots of notes for next time.  I'm also hoping that some of you will be able to come by and visit if you live in the area or are visiting.  Now, without further ado, here is the final poster for Faelorehn (Sorry, this was the largest image I could upload that didn't overlap into my side margins :P).  Feel free to comment - there is still time to make corrections/improvements ;).
 
-J.E. Johnson
 


 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I Need Some Suggestions for Cade's POV Stories . . .

Hello Everyone,
     As most of you know, I'm in the process of writing the third book of the Otherworld Trilogy, Luathara.  I've been getting email from readers asking when it will be available, and all I can tell you is that my goal is November 1st.  I'll do my best to make sure the ebook is released on that date, but I can't promise any guarantees.  My work schedule is about to get busier and, as always, my Muse has decided to drop another book series idea in my lap at the most inopportune time (while I'm trying to finish two others :P), so I've got that distraction as well.
     I also mentioned before that I'm working on a short story collection of scenes from Faelorehn told from Cade's point of view, and those are already underway.  However, I'm hoping to continue the trend and write some scenes from Dolmarehn as well.  I've got a few ideas already, but I thought it would be fun to open it up to my readers to see what they have to say.
     So, does anyone have any suggestions on which scenes from Dolmarehn you'd like to read form Cade's point of view?  If there were any situations where you just found yourself dying to know what Cade was thinking, let me know.  Maybe he and I can sit down for a little chat and he can pour out his soul to me (believe me, my characters don't always talk to me about everything, but Cade seems like a pretty reasonable guy ;)).  There are two scenes I know I want to include for sure (and nope, I'm not spilling which scenes . . . yet :)), but I wouldn't mind a few more, so please, leave a comment below and let me know what you'd like to hear.  For now, I'll do my best to complete Luathara in a timely fashion. 
-J.E. Johnson
p.s. As an extra bonus (and hopefully to help alleviate some of the eagerness for the next Otherworld installment ;)), I'm including the cover art for Cade's novella, Ehriad.  When Ehriad is closer to being finished, I'll be sure to post an excerpt.  Enjoy!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Have a Free Ebook on Me!

Greetings readers, fellow authors and everyone in between,

As some of you might know, I work in the education system and my long, lazy days of free writing will soon be coming to an end.  Don't fret, however, for I still plan on writing (heck, I'd go crazy if I didn't!), but my books may be a little more slow in the making.  Now, the purpose of this post isn't to complain about my vacation coming to an end, or to make excuses for not getting my books and stories out as quickly as I would like, but to celebrate my newest trilogy and its current success (and also to give out some free ebooks to those who might be on a tight budget this summer ;)).

First of all, I'd like to mention that the ebook version of Faelorehn is doing incredibly well on amazon.com right now and I can't be more pleased, nor can I begin to express my gratitude towards those of you who have taken part in adding to Faelorehn's current success.  Thanks to your support (perhaps you wrote a review, told a friend about the book once you were done, or simply sent me a message letting me know you enjoyed the book), Faelorehn is finding more and more new readers every day.  I cannot thank you enough, but I can also inform you that this wouldn't have happened without you, the dedicated readers :).

Secondly, I'm happy to announce the ebook version of Dolmarehn is now available and is also showing promise, even after having been published for only a week.  I've already received wonderful comments and messages from readers, and I'd like to extend my thanks to those who have already written reviews and sent me emails.  Your encouragement helps cheer me on during those mornings when my Muse feels like sleeping in ;).

Finally, in order to show my appreciation and to celebrate what I consider a good start with the Otherworld Trilogy (and since the new school year is about to start for all of you who are still in school or who might work at one), I'd like to offer the digital version of Faelorehn for FREE from smashwords.com for the next two weeks, and Dolmarehn for 50% off.  Hopefully, we can all get one more good read in before the summer comes to a close.  So please, tell your friends and family if you think they would be interested in the Otherworld Trilogy, because the coupons will expire on August 24, 2012.  Thank you and as always, happy reading!

-J.E. Johnson


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And upon checkout, apply this coupon code: KC64X


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If you'd like to learn more about these books, visit The Otherworld Trilogy page on this site.  If you have any questions, feel free to email me at jejoescienne@yahoo.com

Thursday, July 26, 2012

I Need Interview Questions for my Faelorehn Characters!

Hello Readers!

I have been spending a good deal of my summer break getting Dolmarehn ready for publishing and working on the third book in the Otherworld Trilogy.  The past few days, I've also been inundated with ideas for more books about the characters in this series, especially a short story told from Cade's point of view.  With that in mind, I'd really like to post a character interview sometime in the future with one (or more) of the characters from Faelorehn.  So, I'm opening this up to you guys: Does anyone have any questions they would like to ask Meghan, Cade, Robyn, Tully or any of the other characters from Faelorehn?  Now, I cannot guarantee that I can answer every question (some might be too revealing to discuss on a blog ;)), but I am eager to hear what my readers might be curious about.  If you would like to offer up your inquiries, you can either leave a comment for this post, or send them directly to me at jejoescienne@yahoo.com.  Thanks and I hope to hear back from some of you!  Until then, happy reading ;).

-J.E. Johnson

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Dolmarehn Cover Reveal and Teaser

Faelorehn fans . . . the wait is almost over!  Dolmarehn is in the final stages of becoming an ebook, but until the day it goes live on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes and Noble, here is a quick teaser to help tide you over: the cover image and the entire first chapter (not just the snippet found at the end of Faelorehn).  Enjoy and be sure to look for Dolmarehn towards the end of summer!

-J.E. Johnson


Dolmarehn
Book Two of the Otherworld Trilogy

-One-
Absence



Fifty one days.  Fifty one days ago Cade MacRoich walked out of my life like a ghost passing into the hereafter.  And no, I’ve not been obsessive enough to keep track of the hours and minutes, or even the seconds, but I’ve noticed every single one of them.  I probably wouldn’t have been so fixated on his absence if he hadn’t up and left the way he did.  Of course, at the time I’d been too distracted by my recent trauma to truly grasp what was going on.

Nearly a year ago, I was certain I was just a slightly abnormal teen.  Sure, I’m tall and gangly and insecure like everybody else my age, but now I know exactly how different I am.  One day this gorgeous boy shows up, out of nowhere, with a simple explanation for all of my eccentricities: my changeable eyes, my tendency to hear voices and notice odd things, and the fact that I’d been found parentless as a toddler, roaming the streets of Los Angeles like a young girl who’d been separated from her mother in the women’s clothing section of a super mall . . .  He had come to tell me that I’m Faelorehn, immortal, from the Otherworld.

Shaking my head, I got back to work.  Of course, watering Mrs. Dollard’s plants didn’t require much brain power.  I had considered getting a part time job in town this past summer, but when the old lady had come over to ask if I might feed her cats and keep her yard alive while she toured Europe, I accepted right away.  She was loaded and she always over-paid me.  Besides, working in a café or at a local clothing store meant dealing with the public.  I didn’t do well with the public.

The sharp caw of a crow made me hit the ground like a soldier avoiding gunfire.  If acting like an idiot wasn’t bad enough, the hose got loose and soaked me.  I glanced up and released a sigh of relief.  Only a normal crow.  I climbed to my feet and tackled the errant hose before shutting it off.  Yes, freaking out at the sound of a crow would be considered weird for any normal person, but when you’ve spent the last several months dodging a Celtic goddess in raven form, well, any large black bird would give you the heebie-jeebies. 

The garden was watered, Mrs. Dollard’s five cats were sleeping off a food coma, and the afternoon sun dipped low in the sky.  The giant wet spot on my t-shirt was making me cold, and it was time I headed home.  Didn’t want to be caught out after sunset.  That’s when the faelah are the most active.

A short bark greeted me as I made my way around the house.  I smiled.  A great white wolfhound with rusty colored ears sat patiently, panting and grinning.

“Hello Fergus.  When’s your master coming back?”

I placed a hand on his head and gave him a good scratch.  He didn’t answer my question, but I hadn’t expected him to.
Mrs. Dollard’s was only a few houses down from my own, but before I stepped inside, I kept on walking to the end of the street, bypassing the Dead End sign.  I’d developed the habit of checking the knothole in the oak tree every day, hoping Cade had left me a new note.

I frowned in disappointment when the knothole proved empty, but it didn’t surprise me.  Cade’s absence was understandable.  A few months ago I crossed into the Otherworld, bent on saving him from some cruel fate.  Turns out the Morrigan, one of the most powerful of all the Otherworldly deities, merely wanted me where she could conveniently kill me.  Still being rather ignorant of my roots, I believed her when she told me Cade needed my help.  Hey, she’d been pretty convincing, and well, I kind of had a huge crush on the guy, still do.  As a matter of fact, I can admit that it’s turned into something far more severe than a simple crush.

Pushing the hair out of my face, I climbed back up the slope and headed towards my bedroom on the basement floor of our house.  I didn’t like how much time I spent thinking about Cade; it couldn’t be healthy, but he had saved my life after all.  And he’d been the one to tell me the truth about where I’d come from.

My room greeted me with its usual chaos: various items of clothing spread all over the floor and furniture, computer screen saver glowing blue and green, comforter and sheets wadded up into an unintelligible mess.

“Meghan!”

I jumped, then grumbled.  “What Logan?”

My younger brother, oldest of the five, stuck his head through the trap door leading up into the main part of the house.  His blond hair fell to the side.  I grinned.  He looked like some miniature version of a pro surfer.

Logan’s eyes found me and he piped, “Dinner!  Oh, and we’re going to the beach for my birthday party tomorrow, remember?”

I cringed.  Ah, yes.  Forgot about that one.  Logan had turned eleven a week ago, but he hadn’t had his party because most of his friends were still on their summer vacations.

“Alright,” I said, “be up in a minute.”

Logan disappeared and I shot a glance back through my sliding glass door.  Fergus was gone, but I merely shrugged.  He tended to vanish like that a lot.  I had no idea if other people were able to see him or not (I didn’t know if he could be seen by mortals), but maybe he didn’t want to take the chance.

After quickly changing into a dry t-shirt and a pair of old sweat pants, I made my way up the spiral staircase and out into the circus that was the Elam family.

Mom darted about the kitchen, getting the last minute dinner items ready, Dad sat in his recliner, as usual, reading the paper, and all five of my brothers, Logan, Bradley, Aiden and even the twins, Jack and Joey, stared at the TV, thoroughly engrossed in some science special.  I rolled my eyes.  It was one of those ‘deadliest insects’ things and it included a detailed description of what sinister attribute made them so dangerous.  My stomach churned when they started describing internal parasites.

“Boys, could you turn that off?   We’re about to eat dinner!”
Thank goodness for Mom. 

We all sat down and tried to commence as a normal family would at mealtime.  Too bad we weren’t normal.  One of us was a Faelorehn from the Otherworld.  Of course, none of them were aware of my true identity.  Like the adoption agency who found me those many years ago, they thought I was just another abandoned human child.  I knew if I told my mom and dad what I’d learned over the past year, they wouldn’t be able to accept it.  Or they would drag me off to a new psychologist who would only prescribe mind-numbing medication.  No thanks.  I’d like to have all my wits about me when the Morrigan decided to attack again, thank you very much.

“Meg, you are coming with us tomorrow, correct?”

Dad’s voice snapped me out of my train of thought.  I grimaced.  Honestly, I didn’t want to go.  Not that I had anything against Logan or birthday parties or even the beach, it’s just that ever since my ordeal at the end of spring, I’d been extra wary about wandering too far from home.  This is what made Mrs. Dollard’s offer so appealing.  Only four houses down the road, piece of cake . . .

“Sure,” I shrugged and stabbed at some green beans.

“Sure?”  Mom gave me one of her looks.  “Meg, you’ve been practically cooped up in this house all summer.  You only ever leave to take care of Matilda Dollard’s cats, take those walks down into the swamp, or to visit Tully.”

Okay, I had good reason not to wander far, reasons having nothing to do with my fear of the faelah creatures creeping out of the dolmarehn hidden deep in the woods.  Up until a few weeks ago I had been in a leg cast, and that really limited my mobility.  She couldn’t count visiting Tully, my best friend, as ‘never going out’.  Tully lived all the way at the head of our street.  A good fifteen or so houses down.  And my walks in the swamp had the potential to be rather exciting.  An Otherworldly creature might show up at any minute and cause quite a stir.  And if that Otherworldly creature happened to be Cade . . .

I swallowed and put him as far out of my mind as possible.  No need to get all dreamy-eyed at the dinner table.  Regardless of what my parents thought, my walks were productive.  If Mom knew I practiced with my longbow and arrows during my walks, maybe she would change her mind.  Of course, I only went down there alone because Fergus always accompanied me.  Should Cade’s spirit guide suddenly disappear, I’d gladly admit defeat and take on the guise of a recluse.

“You have to go Meg!” Logan whined.

I glanced over at him, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears.  My heartstrings tightened.  How could I deny my little brother anything?

I released a sigh.  “What beach again?”

“Avila,” Dad said.  “We’re going to have a bonfire and everything, so be sure to bring your warm clothes.  It’ll get cold after dark.”

I gritted my teeth despite my smile.  After dark . . .  I had been lucky the past few months.  I’d only seen a handful of faelah wandering around in the swamp; small, demented rodents that often met their end in the jaws of a certain white wolfhound.  My own intuition assured me Fergus would not be accompanying me to the beach.  Time to face the truth: it had been too long since anything of noticeable significance had happened.  I was well overdue for a good haunting.

* * *

The sunny weather in Avila made me forget about my troubles for a while.  I helped my parents drag our gear down to the sand and we propped the fold-out chairs, extra towels, bags of food and various water boards and toys against the picnic table closest to the creek fanning out across the shore.  Almost immediately, my brothers went tearing off into the wide mouth of the stream, kicking up brackish surf as they screamed and splashed one another.

I looked at my parents and they nodded before they started setting up.  We shared a silent agreement between the three of us.  Since Aiden, my youngest brother besides the twins, had autism and had a tendency to pay less attention to his surroundings than the others, I made it a point to keep an extra eye on him.  Jack and Joey, despite having turned three over winter break, were actually quite self-sufficient.  Besides, my other two brothers stuck to them like glue.

Aiden, well, Aiden was different.  We’re not sure what caused his autism, but Mom and Dad always suspected it had something to do with the stress he was under during his birth.  It had been a difficult delivery, and they had been terrified he wouldn’t make it.  He had to stay in the intensive care unit for a few months before we were allowed to bring him home.  Perhaps he’d missed out on some vital element and was now trying to compensate.  None of that mattered, though.  I still loved him dearly; we all did.

I set my own bag down and headed after my brothers.  They had all crossed over to the other side of the creek, climbing on the pylons of the road bridge stretching overhead.  I chose to cross closer to the shore.  I wasn’t a germ freak or anything, but semi-stagnant water just gave me the willies.
 
“Meg!” Bradley complained from the rock he perched upon.  “I want to go check out the tide pools, but Logan’s being a turd!”

“Hey!  I said I’d go, I just wanted to wait for Meg!”

A shoving contest ensued as I reached down and scooped Aiden up, grunting a little at his weight.  I couldn’t believe how big he was getting.  Soon I wouldn’t be able to pick him up at all.

“Bradley, you do know it’s Logan’s birthday party, right?  Shouldn’t he choose what to do?  His friends will start showing up at any minute, so we should get back to the picnic table and wait for them.”

Through some miracle of older-sisterhood, I managed to round them all up and bring them back.  Logan’s friends arrived ten minutes later and soon we were all roasting hotdogs and eating cake. 
About an hour before sunset, Logan insisted on going back to the tide pools on the other side of the creek.  I shaded my eyes and squinted up at the sky.

“I’m not sure, Logan.  By the time we get there we won’t be able to do much exploring.”

Well, if we left before the sun set.  The walk didn’t take long, but I wanted to be close to the fire once darkness started settling in.  I had encountered the faelah in daylight before, but they preferred the darkness, and the worst attack I ever suffered on this side of Eilé had come right after sunset.

“Go on Meg, you have plenty of time before the sun goes down,” Mom insisted. 

I think she wanted the kids to play somewhere else so she and Dad could relax before we started roasting marshmallows.

I squirmed, torn between pleasing my brother and my own, semi-paranoid fear.  Eventually I caved.  I mean, what were the chances of faelah showing up at the beach anyway?  Cade had never mentioned any dolmarehn around the Avila area, and I’m sure he would have if there had been any.

“Alright, but you and Bradley have to help me with Aiden and the twins.”

The small herd of pre-teen boys all cheered in obnoxious unison.  Oh boy, this was going to be so fun . . .

The rocky shelf that featured the tidal pools teemed with other beach-goers.  I held Aiden’s hand the entire time, pointing out star fish and sea anemones as we carefully walked across the slippery rocks, the deep sloshing sound of the ocean drowning out most of our words.  Logan, Bradley, the twins and all of Logan’s friends started hunting for crabs and after a handful of minutes, I allowed myself to relax a little.  This was actually pretty nice.  Spending quality time with my brothers like a normal, human teenager.  Of course, the delusion didn’t last.

“Seal,” Aiden said, pointing towards the water rushing into the giant fissure between the rocks.
 
I twisted around and looked down, almost slipping on some seaweed in shock.  It was a seal, sort-of.  A dark head turned to gaze at me, but instead of seeing the cute, whiskered face and big brown eyes of a spotted seal, I caught a glimpse of the deep ocean-blue eyes of a young woman.  I blinked several times, but the vision didn’t fade.  It was as if someone had skinned a harbor seal and now floated around beneath the tide pools, wearing the skin as some sort of gruesome robe.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to be surprised.  The seal woman’s dark eyes grew wide and she pulled the seal skin over her face.  I had to blink again.  No human likeness remained, but in her place floated an actual seal.  Wait, what had just happened?

“Perty,” Aiden whispered.

I looked at him.  He liked animals, and I’m sure he only noticed a seal.  Cade had once told me about Otherworldly glamour and from past experience, I knew not all the faelah made their presence known.

“Yes Aiden, very pretty,” I murmured.

The sun fell beyond the horizon and no more Otherworldly beasts surprised us.  On our walk back, I contemplated what I’d seen.  I mentally went through the various Irish myths I had read in one of my books.  I knew the seal had seemed familiar, but why?  A faded memory suddenly came back to me.  The Silkies; Irish seal-people.  Had the creature been a Silkie?

Now that I’d decided what she was, I wracked my brain for more details.  When Silkies removed their seal skin, they became human, and if another human being got a hold of the seal skin, they could control the Silkie.  I shivered, hoping my obvious recognition would encourage the Silkie to find a much less populated beach to visit.  Glamour or not, that was too high a price to pay if someone managed to steal her skin.

“Ah, there you are!” my dad crooned as we came traipsing back to the picnic table. 

Delight coursed through me when I caught sight of the fire, for we were all soaked from the waist down.

“Who’s ready for some marshmallows?”

I pulled up a lawn chair and jabbed a marshmallow on the end of my stick as I let the warmth of the fire pour over me.  The boys started sharing ghost stories, but I blocked them out and instead focused on the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.  I remembered Cade telling me once how the ocean soothed him.  On a normal day, I would have been of the same opinion.  The only problem was, he wasn’t here at the moment, and that fact alone dashed away any hopes of feeling truly content.