Books help soothe us, inspire us, inform us, distract us,
thrill us, terrify us, amuse us. Etcetera. I love to read all sorts of stories.
Turns out I like to write all sorts, too, all within what I'm calling The Magpie Cycle, or Tales of the Magpie Prince.
SEVEN FOR A SECRET, the first novel I finished a couple of
years ago, is not soothing. It's a story about trauma, hubris, psychological
abuse, misuse of authority, the urge to violence, and the terrible burden of
trying to love one's family no matter what. The characters are nearly all
demon-bred witches with varied magical powers, none of which keeps them from
making terrible mistakes. There is bloodshed. Children suffer PTSD. It's set in
1955, in postwar northern England, and things that happened during WWII are
still fresh in people's minds. The story is narrated by Gerry, the child most
affected by events in the books, describing events from the perspective of an
older man looking back.
I don't think I realized quite how nasty all that was, when
writing it, but it felt right, given the set of characters I'd created. They
are likeable and also dangerous. Some of them have done terrible things but
it's brushed off by those who love them, owing to social expectations. It's
okay if this person has done terrible things...the results were worth it! They
did it for the best reasons! And children take that in, and some of them
learn to also accept it, and others do not and never will.
This is the descriptive for the sales sites:
Gerry Llewellyn's mother is teaching him death magic, and
his grandmother thinks he might help their family take over the world. He's
eight.
Waning magic in their land, and a legendary curse, meant
British demon-bred witches were unable to enter the Otherworld, source of
their strongest magic, for 200 years. Gerry and his father are the first
seventh-born witches in all that time, a signal the curse may soon end, heralding
a new era of greater power for them. But even his family can't agree whether
this is a good thing. They have peaceful lives, blending in with the rest of
humanity, doing much as they please in the more tolerant postwar years of the
1950s. Are vague promises of fabulous divine gifts worth upending that?
Already scarred by family secrets and politics, precocious
Gerry hates being treated as a miracle child. And now Gerry's eldest brother is
getting married, so the Llewellyn children have lots to do besides dealing with
their emotionally damaged parents, death demon siblings, and a sundry lot of
fractious relatives.
They are all about to learn that seventh sons are special
all right, but it's their mothers you really need to watch out for...
THE RAGE OF CALIBAN is, I think, more amusing and
inspirational.
I won't include spoilers, but will explain a bit. The book
takes place ten years after SECRET, and includes many of the same characters.
SECRET is set in 1955, CALIBAN in 1966. Lots and lots of things have happened
to those characters since then, both good and bad. Gerry, the narrator of
SECRET, is mentioned as “Morgan’s baby brother” but not by name, and does not
actually appear. That was deliberate, as Gerry tends to take over a room. His
brother, sisters and father are major characters, however, and his Manchester
aunts and uncles, and even his grandmother.
CALIBAN's main character, Phoebe Starwood, marries Gerry's older
brother Morgan in 1964. She alludes to the wedding having been a bit of a
disaster because of Gerry, but they remain happily coupled and now have an
adorable and very loud infant daughter.
I’m working on what may end up being three VERY long stories
that happen between SECRET and CALIBAN. All are told from Gerry’s POV, and
document his adventures between 1960, when he turns thirteen, and 1965, when
the massive mess he’s made of his life really catches up with him. LUCKY THIRTEEN,
GIRLFRIENDS AND BOYFRIENDS AND OTHER BAD HABITS, and HELLHOUND ON MY TRAIL will
show up…eventually. Most of the story is written, but not properly stitched
together. I'm writing as fast as I can.
Phoebe and Morgan’s wedding takes place in GIRLFRIENDS. Other
characters in CALIBAN, including Lizzie and Daphne, show up in HELLHOUND. Saying
anything else would be spoilers…
I'm also working on a related book that takes place at the same time as CALIBAN, with other characters we see in Gerry's stories and who are mentioned in CALIBAN. I'm tentatively calling it THE STINK OF MAGIC.
My explanation for my (extremely fictional) demon-bred
witches is that long ago, demigods (offspring of humans and godlike beings, see
many ancient mythologies) kept mating with mortal humans gifted with a certain
amount of fortitude. Some of those offspring went and did great deeds in the
mortal realm—both good and bad—while others withdrew to the Otherworld of
wherever they lived, and marinated in magical power and became what many mythologies
think of as demons. A lot of magically gifted people ran into all sorts of
trouble, and over the centuries their numbers rose and fell and rose. They
learned to escape persecution, they developed new cultures within their
families and clans, and now and then mated with demons to bring fresh magic
powers into their blood lines. Non-human magical beings also exist, but are largely
unseen by non-witches. I have a lot of fun with this idea.
I do also have a LOT of fun designing my book covers. Art school had to be good for something.