I believe magic is all around us. It is in the air we breathe, the food we intake, in the energy fields that surround us. Magic is ours for the asking. That’s why I write about it. Writing is a sort of magic, anyway. Something from nothing. Brainwaves get transferred from your images in your mind to words on a page through trembling fingers and with baited (yes, I know it’s bated, but I like the way words can mean different things—even if spelled differently) breath.
When someone tells you to say the magic word, do you think…
Abbra Cadabra
Please
Sorry
I love you…
These all work in different ways at different times. Magic words are amazing, but what about magical thinking…some say that’s manifestation. I say it depends on how much power you put behind those intentions as well as the whys and the whens and the whos.
For me, there is no more powerful magic than love. It’s what makes the world goes ‘round, theoretically. It’s what makes us feel like we belong. It’s what makes us want to keep going. But what if the one you love was in the sights?
What would you do for love? (What wouldn’t I do?)
That’s what my book, Switching Fates is about—-love. Strong love. Devoted love. Obsessive love. Painful love.
And choices….
The biggest ones-who lives, who dies, whose life is more important than others….why do good people die while bad people live? What if you could change that?
An excerpt:
Sonia pivoted so she could take his face in her hands. “It doesn’t have to be this way. You don’t have to sit on the sidelines and watch everyone you love lose.”
“What?”
“You could change things,” she whispered. “You could switch fates.”
Before he could ask what she meant, another round of screams erupted from the bedroom they’d just vacated. Bryan tilted his head to see Sonia’s sisters appear on the roof. He understood now why Griffin said they didn’t look like sisters.
Sonia was the tallest with long legs and arms that made him wonder if she wasn’t just good in the pool. Then there was a short little blonde, who looked as high-maintenance as you could get. She had heavy highlights going through her hair and her nails were French-tipped. Courtney got that done for the spring dance last year, but Bryan was betting this girl had hers like that all the time.
The last one was the dark one, short hair, dressed head to toe in black leather. Her face was hard-looking and set, except for the laughter in her eyes. The kind of laughter that was at other people’s expense, making Bryan think she enjoyed watching pain. Maybe even inflicting it. She was the one Griffin liked. Good luck to him. She jerked her finger toward Bryan. “He ready for the big reveal?”
Bryan looked back at the window. Where was Griffin anyway? But before he could even ask, he saw Griffin appear out on the deck of the pool, looking all around with two drinks in his hand.
“Ditched him,” the dark haired one said. “Griffin would be fun to tame. Too bad we can’t pick him instead.”
“We can’t pick Griffin,” the blonde spoke, her voice tinged with annoyance. “That’s not the way it works and you know it. We’re here for him.” She tilted her head toward Bryan.
Sonia laughed nervously. She drifted closer to Bryan and slung her arm around his shoulders. “Shhh, you’re scaring him.”