Please tell us about yourself.
My name is Eyrael, and I am the God of
Wind and Sea. In my world, I am pure spirit. We do not have bodies but are
endless energy traveling through time and space. That is in my dimension. When I am summoned across into this dimension
as the witch Heather did this time, I take on a physical form, but I can still
alter that body at will. When she summoned me, I formed from the ocean in which
she was drowning, into a man, but that shape frightened her, so I morphed into
a winged black stallion, the form preferred by the People, and it seemed by the
witch because she began to trust me. Of
course, she had to do so. We were in a deadly gamble to escape the evil Shaman
and his band of warriors. You see in this dimension I, too, can die.
What does your family think of this
‘crossing over’?
My brother is also summoned by the
People and to them he is the God of Earth and Fire. Sofiel and I do not agree
on many things, particularly the greed and hunger for power of the new Shaman,
Taino. He leads the People into closer relationship with Sofiel. In their dimension, true to his dominion,
Sofiel is a dark and forbidding god. He calls for human sacrifice. I abhor the
thought of death to any of my People. He drinks blood sacrifices. I do not. My
bound elements are light and air not dark and heavy.
What do you enjoy about physicality in
this dimension?
Pleasure such as seeing, feeling, hearing—the five senses taken
for granted by Man. In my dimension, I can experience seeing, hearing and touch
but at home we are, more or less, emotionless except for pure Joy. I love
beautiful women, sex, the sweet feeling of love and a good strong whiskey.
If you could give the younger version of
yourself advice what would it be?
I am neither young nor old. I am ageless,
here and now, there and forever. If I were to heed my own advice, it would have
been to fall in love with one woman and father sons on her alone. The ways of
the past encouraged me to fertilize many women among the People.
Who are the People?
And obscure branch of the Arawak Indians
who migrated to Jamaica from South America under my auspices and protection on
the long trek. It hurts that now with Taino as Shaman, they are turning from me
to the darkness.
Do you know if this book Linda
Nightingale has written about your struggles was driven by plot or character?
Definitely character. Heather began our story, and when she called
her over to rescue her from drowning in my Sea, I continued our tale with the
writer.
Tell us about this Sofiel, God of Earth
and Fire.
At home, my brother is as I, content and
joyful, but when he is summoned, he changes the moment he transforms. I attribute this to the influence of the
young Shaman who wants nothing more than to be at Sofiel’s side when they
prevail over me. The fool doesn’t
realize I’d welcome him as my Shaman if he would renounce his dark ways. I do not feel him capable of becoming
something he, at heart, is simply not.
Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she
doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the
Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland
of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.
Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and
Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has
pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an
alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or
darkness reign?
When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two
unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate.
The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried
secrets.
Excerpt:
Like storm
clouds cloaking a sunny day, darkness gathered in the room. Heather lifted her
gaze from the computer screen. Smoke sullied the air, crawling across the floor
in a black mist. No scent of burning came from the billowing murky fog. Her
hands froze on the keyboard. An icy shiver melted down her spine. The gulls’
cries and the normal sounds of life had quieted. The house was as still as a
tomb. Her skin prickled, goosebumps pebbling her skin. A shudder leapt over
her. Fear seized her in its cold, cold hands. Her heart beat a rapid staccato
in her ears.
“Heather,” a
dark voice called softly.
She started
violently, whirled to see who’d spoken and shuddered again. No one. Just the
scentless smoke. The hair at her nape quivered. Danger lurked just out of
sight.
With trembling
fingers, she guided the mouse, clicking on save. She set the laptop aside,
intending to rise, but found herself paralyzed as fire flickered to life five
feet from where she sat. Sofiel. The
battle had come. Why hadn’t she
trusted her gut feeling?
Please don’t let him kill me now I’m finally happy. Please don’t let me lose my baby.
Nausea burned
her throat, her stomach twisting into a knot of terror. She jumped to her feet,
focused on saving her child. Fire nibbled at the black mist swirling around her
feet. A tongue of flame licked her ankle. Ignoring the stinging pain, she
charged toward the door. A crimson blaze climbed the walls. She’d taken three
desperate strides when fire consumed the exit. She was trapped with the dark
spirit who wanted her dead.
Born in South Carolina, Linda Nightingale has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.
Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.
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More Books by Linda Nightingale
Morgan D'Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
Gylded Wings
Her General in Gray
The Summoning
Sinner’s Obsession
