Update – For My Readers

I have always contended that I have the best readers in the world. You’re there for me – through thick and thin – and hence, I felt it fair and just that you be updated on my progress as you continue to support me in all the ways that you do.
Few things make you feel quite so lost as your doctor calling you at 3am with unsavory medical news. 🙁 This happened to me last night, though I was already up due to a disconcerting combination of numbness and agony.
I must now see a specialist on another island and might simply be forced to go home in order to get the (painful and frightening) treatments I need so that I don’t end up paralyzed in one leg.
It is the latest in a string of bumps in my road of late. So much has left me feeling confused, uncertain, and frustrated, in all of the avenues of my life from my physical health to my career.
I admit that this angst hasn’t eased any; I did have my crying fit last night.
But rest assured that when the going gets rough, the authors get writing. It has always been and will always remain our escape. So as I pull myself once again out of this world and into another, know that I will soon be dragging you all right along with me.
With love and heartfelt thanks,
always and forever,
– Heather

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Stepping Away

Being in the public eye is an ongoing educational experience. One of the very first things you learn, and perhaps one of the hardest things to learn, is that when you are in the public eye, you are not expected to have any realistic human emotional responses, a religious preference or ideal, or personal problems or opinions of any kind. If your willpower is strong enough and your desire to succeed is stronger, then this is normally something you can live with.

However, no matter how strong and silent we have learned to be, there comes a breaking point for everyone. Charlie Sheen is a good example of proof to this fact. But it doesn’t take something so extreme to spell out: “I’m tired of this. Forgive me, but I have to step out for a bit.” Sometimes it’s something as small as an extended absence from online communication. Or a hiatus from publishing books. Or maybe you just don’t answer the phone.

Recently, I was video interviewed by USA Today. In that interview, I stated that there’s very little I keep from my readers. But the truth is there may be more than I let on – for reasons you can find in paragraph one of this blog post. I try to keep things to myself. Honesty tends to turn people off, and of course I don’t want that. But honesty has an intrinsic value in that it’s honest, in and of itself.

So, here is a little honesty from me, your PNR indie author, Heather Killough-Walden: I’ve reached a breaking point. Both physically and spiritually, to tell the truth. I have a broken hand, a broken back with a spondylolisthesis that terrifies me, hypothyroidism that frustrates the crap out of me, tumors and cysts that hurt like hell, and a host of other medical and personal issues that you can find mirrored in Annabelle Drake and Logan Wright and Evelynne D’Angelo and Patrick Sinclaire’s queen. To name a few. I don’t understand why the indie publishing world does what it does, why some things sell and others don’t, why my work can sometimes be located and why it also sometimes can’t, and I’m tired of feeling baffled and hair-pulling-out confused. I’m going on two and a half years of this… or is it three?

So, if you’ll excuse me, I need to step out now. I love my readers, am more grateful to them than I can adequately state, and the last thing I wish to do is upset them, alienate them, or accidentally offend them so badly that they un-friend me and never read my work again. Which isn’t hard to do, believe me.

For that reason, I will be taking a break from Facebook, Twitter, and all online communication for the remainder of the month of July – perhaps longer. In my absence, I SINCERELY HOPE THAT MY READERS WILL ANSWER EACH OTHER’S QUESTIONS, BE THERE FOR ONE ANOTHER, AND CONTINUE IN ALL OF THEIR WONDERFUL, SUPPORTIVE WAYS.

When I come back, I promise to be renewed, refreshed, and bearing gifts.
Otherwise, I won’t come back.
Xoxoxo
– Heather Killough-Walden

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Vampire, Vampire – Coming Friday, July 13th

Excerpt….

Between them, Christopher was the first to make the change. It seemed to happen overnight. One day, they were in a field picking the lavender Darianna loved so much, and he was admiring the way the sunlight reflected in her hair… the next day, he was noticing the pulse in the side of her throat. His teeth were longer. They were sharper. And every time she threw her head back to laugh, they ached.
When she ran from him, as she’d done in play since they were children, every nerve in his body screamed to life, every muscle bunched, and his vision changed. The beast within him awoke, rearing its head.
Darianna Grace was every bit as breathtaking to him as she had always been, but Christopher was no longer the little boy that she’d grown to trust and love. There was suddenly a darkness to him that frightened him… for her sake.
It didn’t get any easier.
With the physical changes on Christopher’s outside came changing desires on the inside. The women of the realm readily lined up to satisfy this newly dawning need within him, eager for a few moments in the prince’s bed. But though their flesh gave way easily enough beneath the push and prick of his very sharp teeth, their blood only temporarily slaked the hunger that woke him up every morning – and kept him up every night.
It was Anna that filled his thoughts, burned through his veins, and sang a siren song in his monster’s mind. He found himself withdrawing from her company, never quite trusting the man he was becoming around the girl she’d always been. And from afar, he watched her go through her own changes.
One early morning, in the painful hours before dawn, Christopher stood at the side of his father’s death bed and, with straight back and breaking heart, he bid his old man farewell. Then, after shifting issues of state had kept him castle-bound all day despite his internal grief, Christopher retired to his wing of the castle, made his way to the very same windows he gazed through now, and let his rather fevered forehead rest against the cool glass.
His father was dead. Christopher Thorn was king now.
A clinking of stone against the smooth plane of window drew his attention. The vast night beckoned beyond the pane, and Christopher’s eyesight readily adjusted. His kind had excellent night vision.
Five stories down, wrapped in a velvet and hooded cloak of varying shades of purple, Darianna Grace gazed up at him and then beckoned with a single whispered word: “Come.”
He read her lips and heard her summons in the core of him. At once, every fiber of his being answered the call. Christopher’s gaze shifted into red, he turned from the window and sped through the castle like a wind-borne fury.
His long black coat billowed about his booted legs as servants scuttled to get out of the lord’s way. Lamps flickered at his passing; a shadowed breeze seemed to accompany him, forcing candle flames to genuflect, almost going out. A hushed whisper went up, an unspoken curiosity. He appeared the devil, with demons chasing his heels, as he stormed his way through the castle’s front doors and made his way impatiently into the night beyond.
– Vampire, Vampire by Heather Killough-Walden

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Idiocrindependence

On this day, which marks a victory in independence, I would like to say this: I think it’s very interesting that in the movie, “Idiocracy,” as purportedly unintelligent as these future people were, they nonetheless chose the single most intelligent person in the country and made him president. We, on the other hand, are relegated every four years to choosing between two people who are valued, not for their intelligence (whether it is there or not), but for the amount of money they possess for campaigning and their willingness or unwillingness to infringe on this or that particular group of human rights. I make no statement here to the left or right, but instead to the stepping back and viewing of the bigger picture of liberty, which has become paint layered to the point of indecipherableness.

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Vampire, Vampire – coming Friday, July 13th

Excerpt….

Between them, Christopher was the first to make the change. It seemed to happen overnight. One day, they were in a field picking the lavender Darianna loved so much, and he was admiring the way the sunlight reflected in her hair… the next day, he was noticing the pulse in the side of her throat. His teeth were longer. They were sharper. And every time she threw her head back to laugh, they ached.
When she ran from him, as she’d done in play since they were children, every nerve in his body screamed to life, every muscle bunched, and his vision changed. The beast within him awoke, rearing its head.
Darianna Grace was every bit as breathtaking to him as she had always been, but Christopher was no longer the little boy that she’d grown to trust and love. There was suddenly a darkness to him that frightened him… for her sake.
It didn’t get any easier.
With the physical changes on Christopher’s outside came changing desires on the inside. The women of the realm readily lined up to satisfy this newly dawning need within him, eager for a few moments in the prince’s bed. But though their flesh gave way easily enough beneath the push and prick of his very sharp teeth, their blood only temporarily slaked the hunger that woke him up every morning – and kept him up every night.
It was Anna that filled his thoughts, burned through his veins, and sang a siren song in his monster’s mind. He found himself withdrawing from her company, never quite trusting the man he was becoming around the girl she’d always been. And from afar, he watched her go through her own changes.
One early morning, in the painful hours before dawn, Christopher stood at the side of his father’s death bed and, with straight back and breaking heart, he bid his old man farewell. Then, after shifting issues of state had kept him castle-bound all day despite his internal grief, Christopher retired to his wing of the castle, made his way to the very same windows he gazed through now, and let his rather fevered forehead rest against the cool glass.
His father was dead. Christopher Thorn was king now.
A clinking of stone against the smooth plane of window drew his attention. The vast night beckoned beyond the pane, and Christopher’s eyesight readily adjusted. His kind had excellent night vision.
Five stories down, wrapped in a velvet and hooded cloak of varying shades of purple, Darianna Grace gazed up at him and then beckoned with a single whispered word: “Come.”
He read her lips and heard her summons in the core of him. At once, every fiber of his being answered the call. Christopher’s gaze shifted into red, he turned from the window and sped through the castle like a wind-borne fury.
His long black coat billowed about his booted legs as servants scuttled to get out of the lord’s way. Lamps flickered at his passing; a shadowed breeze seemed to accompany him, forcing candle flames to genuflect, almost going out. A hushed whisper went up, an unspoken curiosity. He appeared the devil, with demons chasing his heels, as he stormed his way through the castle’s front doors and made his way impatiently into the night beyond.
– Vampire, Vampire by Heather Killough-Walden

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Rock Hard Crushes

In close circles, the titillating subject of crushes – on both real men and men we wish were real – has been coming up a lot. It’s got me thinking, and wondering. What turns a character (or real person) into a crush? What is that “last straw” that sends us from liking someone into really liking them? What are the qualities that get us deep down, and when do they work? When do they not work? What are our deal makers and breakers?

I’ll start with a list of crushes I’ve had in my life, both real and not real. Then I want you to tell me yours. LOL I’m curious!

Crushes:
The Count from Sesame Street
David and the gang from The Lost Boys
Jareth from The Labyrinth
Daniel Jackson from SG1
Darth Vader
Lieutenant Commander Data, from Star Trek Next Generation
That boy that helped me up off of the playground in the 4th grade and that I crushed hard on for the next EIGHT years without telling. Rock star god. You were awesome.
Niles from Frasier
Thor (way before he was played by Hemsworth)
Dracula
Richard Armitage
Sean Bean
Michael Fassbender (but mostly as Azazeal from Hex)
My husband
And a few of my own characters. 😉 I won’t tell you which ones.

Your turn! xoxo

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June 5, 2012

Well, I’m literally locked away in a castle in Europe at the moment. Thick stone walls separate me from the lake and town beyond. It stormed last night; electricity zigzagged across the night sky and thunder rattled my barred window panes. I gazed out at the rest of the world and thought about the people who walked it five hundred years ago – when this castle was built.

Honestly, there is probably no better location for me as I see the release of the long-awaited second book in the Lost Angels series. Here, behind this cold stone on this misty morning, I feel the curse that belongs to Juliette. I sense the magic that is the second archess being released into the unsuspecting world.

Messenger’s Angel brings the reader to the fog-covered rolling hills of bonnie Caledonia. Is there a more ancient ground? Is there any fragment of Earth more baptized in blood than the highlands of Scotland? Has any sea but the North seen more crumbling castles, more Viking ships, more wistful gazes cast by selkies with long flowing wind-blown hair?

Bear witness to the archangel Samael’s charismatic and confusing machinations, fret for the hero as he goes up against an archangel with a literal taste for blood, lust for the archangel Gabriel as he seduces his tall, dark way into the heroine’s heart.

Smell the sea, feel the wind, sense the lightning about to strike. Pick up Messenger’s Angel – and taste the magic.

http://www.amazon.com/Messengers-Angel-Novel-Angels-ebook/dp/B0073XV2WC/ref=pd_sim_kstore_3?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2

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“Release Day”

“Release Day”

Two days to go,
and I’m feeling it again, as I always do, as is my gifted curse.
That twisted, knotted, slithering sensation in the pit of me.
The chasm yawns open and I’m shoved to the precipice
in a buffeting wind.
I hug myself hard and close my eyes.
One wish… two… third one’s the charm.
I hope? Oh God I hope.
Teeth gnashing, nerves crackling, gut roiling, world tilting.
Will I fall?
Or will I fly?

by Heather Killough-Walden

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The Phantom King is Riding Your Way

Coming May 13th for Mother’s Day….

Siobhan Ashdown was born of magic; it rides her blood like a phantom, tainted and dark and unpredictable. She is a warlock, and the power within her is unlike any before known to her kind. So it’s no surprise that the most powerful of the demons who feed off of this warlock magic not only recognizes the enormous potential she represents but determines that he will possess her at any cost.
Even if it means war with the entire supernatural world.

Thanatos has ruled Purgatory as the Phantom King since time immemorial. King of a vast plane of solitude, he is a free spirit, a lone rider, a tattooed man of wind and dust and nonexistent boundaries. Then he turns around one morning to find himself face to face with Siobhan Ashdown, a woman with hair as red and wild as his soul, eyes like melted gold, and a spirit as elusive as his own. Time stops, the world tilts, and the fact that she attacks him right off the bat does little to deter his romantic convictions.

Thirteen Kings are severed by lust and greed, an ancient vampire and his rogue creation lay claim to what is not theirs, the whisperings of war begin to shake the foundation of the supernatural world, and primordial evil awakens from its slumber to slither across the land in this second installment in the Big Bad Wolf spinoff series, The Kings, by Heather Killough-Walden.

Coming Sunday.

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Friggatriskaidekaphobia

“He [Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that one Friday 13th of November he died.” – The Life of Rossini

It’s Friday the 13th and people everywhere are rushing about warning others about their impending demises and playing their Ratatosk-like parts to help along the self-fulfilling prophecy of the power of suggestion in any way they can.

However, where did we even get this idea that this particular day is unlucky? There is no written evidence of an unlucky “Friday, the 13th” prior to the nineteenth century. There are two reasons for this. One, the “unluckiness” of the date arose through various misconceptions, such as the one mentioned in the quote above, which details the personal feelings of a single man and the coincidence of his death, which superstitious individuals will liken to an omen.

And secondly, for thousands of years, the number 13 was considered a lucky – and in fact, holy – number, not an unlucky number. While it’s true that Zoroastrianism claimed 13 to be wicked, the small religion of the Coperos in Brazil considered 13 to be a God number and in fact, “All Coperos must know that this number can save humankind.” (There’s a book in there somewhere, I just know it.) In Judaism, 13 is the age where a boy becomes a man. There were 13 people at Jesus’s table during the last supper, and many religions have one prophet with twelve followers, totaling – yes, you did the math right – 13. There are 13 people in a Wiccan coven. 13 is a very special and powerful number for women as well, since there are 13 menstrual cycles in a year. Because of this, 13 has long believed to represent femininity.

In Spanish speaking countries, Tuesday the 13th is unlucky. And in Italy? Friday the 17th. In Japan, April 4th is unlucky because the number four is pronounced the same as the word for “death.” The same holds for China.

Did you know that scientists have studied tragic and unfortunate events throughout history in detail, determining that these “unlucky” days, including Friday the 13th have shown no greater tendency toward disaster than any other day of the year? There’s no difference other than the one in your head. Basically, if you try hard enough you can pick any day of the week and match it with any number between 1 and 31 and back up your claim that it is “unlucky” simply by doing a search online.

Personally, Friday has always been my favorite day of the week, even more so than Saturday. Who says “Thank God it’s Saturday?” Nope, it’s Friday we’re all thankful for. The end of the rush and the chaos and the sleepless zombi-fied work-a-day. We can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I love Fridays.

And 13? Heck, it’s a Baker’s Dozen. What’s more lucky than finding an extra – and free – donut at the bottom of the bag? ☺

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