Well hello again!
It’s time for another victim…and this one, well, she’s near and dear to my black little heart. She’s a writing buddy, a friend, a partner in crime… and she’s one of the lovely Seventh Starlight Angels. I love this chick. She’s awesome. I should probably tell you who it is, huh?
The lovely Crymsyn Hart is with me today to talk about her new horror novel with Seventh Star Press, Death’s Dance. So take a seat, have a drink, and listen to what she has to say. On, and you might want to leave a light on. Just sayin’.
The Handwriting on the wall. Six Feet Under. Keeling over. All in…
Let’s face it, we are all going to die. I’m not trying to be morbid and I’m not fixated on death or dying. I just have a thing for grim reapers. Why? Well…I’ve asked myself that question many times. First, off I’m a Scorpio so according to my astrological sign I’m drawn to death. Chalk up my pull toward death with my ghostly encounters or my psychic abilities, who knows. But I can say I did have a profound experience that pushed me in the first of liking reapers.
A friend of mine let me borrow her copy of Our Name of Melancholy by Leliah Wendell and I read it when I was nineteen. It took me a while because it’s a dense book, but the subject matter stuck a chord within me. Was it real? I don’t know, but the author wrote with conviction and it just felt right. It hit home so much I went to New Orleans and met Leliah, briefly collected her artwork, and the Tarot deck she did. However, the most interesting experience I had was well, my own encounter with death. I won’t go into details, sorry folks, but it was a spiritualty moving moment and cemented my view and attachment to death.
I took Azrael and made him more than an archetype and constructed a story around him to make that part of him mind and wove him into the Soul Reaper Series, but the more I wrote other books in the paranormal genre, the more Azrael popped up to remind me was one of my muses and that death is everywhere. Over eighty books later Azrael is in at least half of them, building a little bit more on his previous appearances and giving me more insight. It was a clear progression from there that I would write about grim reapers.
And that is how Death’s Dance was born. My “obsession” with death doesn’t drive me to sleep in a coffin, although I have one in my dining room, or invite reapers over for dinner. I’m not killing people, in real life, I just wanted to give Death a voice.
We all have one, why can’t he?
About Death’s Dance
Being a psychic, you would think talking to the dead was a walk in the park. However, it’s not always that simple. The hooded specter haunting me is one I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid. One day, he appeared in my bedroom mirror. Good. Evil. I don’t know what his true intentions are.
Enter Jackson, ghost hunting show host extraordinaire, and my ex, to save me from the big bad ghost.
From there…well…it’s been a world wind of complications. My house burnt down. I’m being stalked by an ancient evil and gotten myself back into the world of being a ghost hunting psychic. Jackson dragged me, along with a few other psychics, to a ghost town wiped off the map called Death’s Dance.
From there things went from bad to worse.
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About Crymsyn Hart
Crymsyn is a National Bestselling author of over seventy paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic have given her a lot of material to use in her books. She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.
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