What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?
I love to travel! I’ve been scuba-diving in Egypt, used book shopping in Havana, and roamed around in the labyrinth beneath Buda Castle in Hungary. Next week, I’ll be swimming with wild pigs in the Bahamas.
What do you enjoy doing on your down time?
For exercise, yoga and running. For fun, movies, books and chocolate!
What is your favorite part of writing?
I like plotting the best. It somehow seems to flow easier than the nuts and bolts of writing a scene.
Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?
The only one is that I need to get out of my house. Sitting at my own desk leads to procrastination. So I head out to the library or a coffee shop.
What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?
I just read Midnight Riot by Ben Aaronovitch and loved it, so I plan to read the whole series. It’s set in an alt London where the Metropolitan Police have a special unit to deal with the paranormal, and it’s very witty. Other favorites are The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan and No Hero by Jonathan Woods.
How would you pitch The Thirteenth Gate to someone who has not heard of it before?
Sherlock Holmes meets The X-Files with a dash of The Alienist.
Can you tell us a little bit about the world that The Thirteenth Gate is set in?
It opens in London 1888, just after Jack the Ripper has ended his murder spree and disappeared. The main characters are basically demon hunters. The world of the dead is called the Dominion and there are all sorts of nasty creatures coming through.
Do you have a favorite scene in The Thirteenth Gate?
I do especially like the part where Alec Lawrence faces down the Ripper atop a church spire in Oxford.
Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about?
I’ve always had a soft spot for the necromancer Balthazar because he embodies both good and evil. His scenes are some of my favorites. The arch-villainess Queen Neblis was tougher, because she needed to both really scary and understandable. I think the most memorable bad guys are usually a bit sympathetic.
What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?
Right now I’m working on a continuation of the Fourth Element series. The first book is called Nocturne and it’s set in a world that’s tidally locked to its star, so one side is always in darkness and other in sunlight. And the bright side is actually much more dangerous.
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The Thirteenth GateDominion Mysteries #2
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Winter 1888. At a private asylum in the English countryside, a man suspected of being Jack the Ripper kills an orderly and flees into the rain-soaked night. His distraught keepers summon the Lady Vivienne Cumberland—who's interviewed their patient and isn't sure he's a man at all. An enigmatic woman who guards her own secrets closely, Lady Vivienne knows a creature from the underworld when she sees one. And he’s the most dangerous she's ever encountered.Excerpt:
As Jack rampages through London, this time targeting rare book collectors, Lady Vivienne begins to suspect what he's looking for. And if he finds it, the doors to purgatory will be thrown wide open…
Across the Atlantic, an archaeologist is brutally murdered after a Christmas Eve gala at the American Museum of Natural History. Certain peculiar aspects of the crime attract the interest of the Society for Psychical Research and its newest investigator, Harrison Fearing Pell. Is Dr. Julius Sabelline's death related to his recent dig in Alexandria? Or is the motive something darker?
As Harry uncovers troubling connections to a serial murder case she’d believed was definitively solved, two mysteries converge amid the grit and glamor of Gilded Age New York. Harry and Lady Vivienne must join forces to stop an ancient evil. The key is something called the Thirteenth Gate. But where is it? And more importantly, who will find it first
The Greymoor Lunatic Asylum made a grim impression even in daylight. It crouched at the end of a long, treeless drive, barred windows gleaming beneath a peaked slate roof. After her first interview with Dr. William Clarence, Lady Vivienne Cumberland had taken a hard look at those bars. She’d strongly suggested to the asylum superintendent that he move Dr. Clarence to a room with no window at all.
That had been just over a month ago. Now, in the darkest hour of the night, with rain coursing down the brick façade and thunder rattling the turrets, Greymoor looked like something torn from the pages of a penny dreadful, hulking and shadowed despite the lamps burning in every window. At the wrought-iron front gate, a black brougham drew to a halt. Following a brief exchange with the occupants, two officers from the Essex constabulary waved it through, immediately ducking back into the shelter of a police wagon.
“I told them to watch him,” Lady Cumberland muttered, yanking her gloves on. “To keep him isolated from the staff and other patients. Clearly, they didn’t listen. The fools.”
Alec Lawrence gripped the cane resting across his knees. He had been present at the interview, had looked into Dr. Clarence’s eyes, a blue so pale they reminded him of a Siberian dog. The memory unsettled him still, and he wasn’t a man who was easily shaken.
“We don’t know what happened yet,” he pointed out. “Superintendent Barrett can hardly be faulted considering we withheld certain information. I rather doubt he would have believed us anyway.”
Vivienne scowled. “You may be right, but it was only a matter of time. I’ve known that since the day Clarence was brought here. The S.P.R. made a very bad mistake entrusting him to Greymoor.”
“We still don’t know for sure—”
“Yes, we do. The killings stopped, didn’t they?”
“That could be for any number of reasons,” he said stubbornly.
“Including that the creature who committed them is behind bars. Or was, at least.”
Alec Lawrence buttoned his woolen greatcoat. This was not a new debate. “Perhaps. But there’s not a scrap of hard evidence against him. Nothing but a single reference in a report by some American girl and Clarence’s own odd demeanor. Had there been more, he would have been locked up tight in Newgate Prison.”
Vivienne turned her obsidian gaze on him. With her high cheekbones and full lips, she might have been thirty, or a decade in either direction. Only Alec and a handful of others knew better.
“That American girl is Arthur Conan Doyle’s goddaughter and she seemed quite clever to me. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” she added quietly. “Walls don’t hold Dr. Clarence’s sort for long.”
“Look,” he said, softening. “For what it’s worth, I think we did the right thing taking him off the streets. I just....” He trailed off, unsure how he meant to finish the thought.
“You don’t trust my judgment anymore. Since Harper Dods.”
“That’s not even remotely true. I simply think we need to keep open minds on the matter. The signs aren’t there, Vivienne. I’m the first to admit Dr. Clarence is an odd duck, perhaps worse. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t human.”
Vivienne arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “And yet here we are, summoned by Sidgwick in the middle of the night. I wonder if he’s regretting his decision?”
The note from Henry Sidgwick, president of the Society for Psychical Research, had arrived in the form of a small, bedraggled messenger boy pounding on Lady Vivienne’s front door in St. James an hour before. It was both vague and ominous, citing an “unfortunate incident” involving Dr. Clarence and urging all due haste to the asylum.
“I suppose we’ll find out in a minute,” Alec said, turning his collar up. He swiped a hand through chestnut hair and jammed a top hat on his head. “Off to the races.”
A gust of rain shook the carriage as it slowed at the front entrance. A six-story tower capped by a Roman clock and white spire anchored two wings extending on either side. Unlike most asylums, which had separate annexes for men and women, Greymoor’s residents were all male. The north wing housed those poor souls suffering from garden-variety disorders like dementia and melancholia. The other was reserved for the so-called “incurables,” a euphemism for the criminally insane. Violent, unpredictable men deemed unfit for prison.
Despite his doubts, Alec Lawrence would have happily had the lot of them over for tea rather than spend five minutes in the company of Dr. William Clarence. In his heart, he wondered if Vivienne’s instincts were correct. But he wanted her to be wrong because the alternative was far worse.
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