Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Guest Blog: The Uncovering by Jes Young

UFI welcomes Jess Young Author of The Uncovering. Thanks for Joining us!!

Omens, Superstitions, & Myth

I recently I came across this review of my book, The Uncovering

“Loved it… but I don’t get the starlings??”
– Gina* via GoodReads review
I completely understand why Gina didn’t get the starlings. To be honest, when I wrote them into the story – long after the first draft was already complete – even I wasn’t exactly sure what they were doing there. At first, they were just set dressing, but then a little research turned up a lot of information about superstitions, omens and folklore about them and I realized their presence in the story could provide more than a creepy / cool visual. 

Here are some of the things I discovered: 

• Starlings are widely considered to be messengers of change and transformation. In The Uncovering, the starlings start following Tab around just as her life is about to undergo tremendous change.
• When a starling shrills, it means a stranger is coming to your door. In the book, the person at the door – more like up against it – is Alex, the Elvish prince who Tab has unknowingly been betrothed to since birth.
• In Celtic legend they are related to Fae magic. The murders of her sisters brings Tab’s hidden Elvish heritage to light at the beginning of the book. 

Afterwards I realized that without knowing I was doing it, I had incorporated some of the most prevalent superstitions about starlings into the story. Coincidence or divine intervention? Starlings are also known to carry messages from the Gods. 

So Gina*, if you’re reading this, I want you to know that who and what the starlings are will be completely explained in The Delving, book two in the Twilight and Dawn series, which should be out sometime over the summer. 

Here are some of the other omens and superstitions I dug up while researching starlings: 

• A bird in the house is means bad luck.
• Although it probably won’t feel that way when it happens, having bird droppings land on your head means good luck.
• If a bird flies through your house, it means important news is coming. If it can’t get out, someone will die. If the bird flies toward you, you should probably think about getting your affairs in order.
• Finding a dead crow on the road is good luck (obviously not for the crow).
• In Wales, it’s considered good luck if two crows cross your path but in New England it’s bad luck to see two crows flying together.
• A lark that won’t look at you, a robin that taps on your window, and a plover’s call are all signs of death.
• Owls, peacock feathers, and a single magpie are all unlucky omens. Ten magpies, however mean a time of perfect bliss.
• If a raven perches on a house in Wales, it will bring prosperity. If you see one circling a home in Scotland, someone who lives there will die.
• The gull forecasts happiness or the death of a loved one (probably not at the same time).
• Sparrows mean bad luck for lovers. 

I’m not especially superstitious although I do throw salt over my left shoulder if I’ve spilled it and avoid walking under ladders. What about you? What superstitions do you believe in? 

Oh, on a side note, if you’ve never seen a murmuration of starlings in flight, click the link for an amazing video of a huge murmuration shot by wild life cameraman and travel journalist Dylan Winter.

Many thanks to Stacy for having me over. I really appreciate the chance to talk about my work with you and your readers. If anybody has any comments or questions, let’s hear them! I’ll check in to answer throughout the day.

Jes Young was a copywriter at Random House for eight years before leaving the job she loved to be a full time mom. She holds a BFA in creative writing from Emerson College.

She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance because, in spite of a complete lack of supporting evidence, Jes still believes in fairy tales, happy endings, and true love.

Find Jes and her books

The Uncovering
Underneath and Inbetween #1
 Tab Bennett is normal — unusually, excessively normal. Her job as a bank teller is safe and secure, her grandfather finally let her move out of the house (at least to the cottage at the end of the driveway), and her fiance fiercely guards her chastity, whether she wants him to or not.

It's something of a shock, then, when Tab learns that she is the elvish queen of the fabled kingdom of the Inbetween. Also shocking is the appearance of the staggeringly confident and gorgeous elvish warrior who claims to be Tab's true betrothed. Even amidst a steamy love triangle, Tab must tell friend from foe in an unknown world of danger, deceit, magic, and sex.

The first in the Underneath and Inbetween trilogy, The Uncovering sparkles with wit and unadulterated fun.


That night I had a dream that Nicholas and I were walking through the deep woods. He had his hands over my eyes so I had to trust him for every step. We moved slowly and close together but he wasn’t keeping me captive and I wasn’t struggling to get away. We were just taking a walk together; there was no reason to be afraid.

“Watch your step,” he whispered.

Without my eyes, my other senses seemed stronger. I could hear the trees swaying in the breeze, whispering secrets to the sky. I could smell the festering of leaves that would soon turn to new earth. I could hear animals growl and snap as they tracked their prey through the undergrowth. I could feel a sheen of moisture, damp and close, clinging to my skin, molding the long gown I wore to the curves of my body. I shivered though I was neither frightened nor cold.

“There’s a branch,” he cautioned. “Duck.” Gently, he tucked my head and I slipped under it. I giggled, enjoying the game.

“Are we almost there?” I asked.

“Nearly. The tree we’re looking for is deep in the deepest woods. It’s a secret tree. But I’ll show it to you.”

“You won’t let me fall?”

let me fall, let me fall

“What is that? Who’s there?” I felt the brush of feathers against my cheek.

“It’s nothing, just the starlings,” Nicholas answered. “Ignore them.”

He guided me deeper into the woods. I could hear the starlings landing on the branches above my head, feel the wind from each flap of their wings, smell the sweetness of berries on their breath.

“Where are you taking me again?”

“I’m taking you to find your sister.”

find your sister, find your sister the starlings called

“Rivers isn’t lost. Rivers is dead.”

“I heard.”

When he took his hands away from my eyes, I could see everything, all the beauty and terror of the forest, all the wonder of ordinary things transformed by moonlight and shadow. I wanted to stop and take it all in but Nicholas was anxious to keep moving. Deeper and deeper and darker and darker, I followed him until we came to the place we’d been searching for.

The tree stood alone in a clearing. It wasn’t especially tall but nothing grew above it, leaving it bare to the sky and stars. It was wide and old and gnarled with symbols cut deep into its bark. Its branches stretched out instead of up, reaching toward us, circling the tree like a spiral staircase.

“This is the tree of stairs,” Nicholas explained. “If you say the right words, it will take you Underneath.”

From above I heard the starlings calling, find your sister, find your sister

“Why would I want to go there?” I asked.

Faint though it was, the sound of tapping woke me out of the dream. I turned toward the window, half expecting to see Nicholas’ pale face on the other side of the glass. Instead it was a starling, his ruby red eye a pinpoint of light in the early morning darkness.

“Go away,” I said.

The bird kept tapping, looking at me, waiting for a response.

“My sister isn’t lost, you creepy thing.” I knocked against the glass and he flew away, rejoining the swirl of starlings flying around in my front yard. Another bird broke free of the formation to take his place. It started tapping, too.

“Go away.” I knocked on the window again but this bird was made of tougher stuff than the other. Every time I knocked, he tapped back. “I don’t know what you want. My sister is dead.”

The flock changed direction mid-flight and flew to the edge of the woods, settling on the trees there. The bird on my windowsill tapped twice more against the glass.

“You are freaking me out, little bird. Please leave me alone.” He tapped again. “What do you want? Do you want to come in?” I asked. He tilted his head in that eerie way that all birds do and blinked at me.

“Do you want me to come out?” I asked.

He tapped twice.

“Yeah, I’ll just bet you do.”

We both stayed by the window, the bird and me, until sunrise. Then he flew away with the other members of his flock. I told George as soon as he got out of bed.
“You should have woken me,” he said. “What else did they say?”

“They didn’t say anything.” It seemed ridiculous to me to get worked up over some birds – even if they were tapping on my window and visiting me in dreams, they were just birds. “Well one of them may have indicated that he wanted me to go outside.”

“He said that?”

“He didn’t say anything because he was a bird. But he tapped on the window when I asked if he wanted me to come out.”

“That wasn’t a bird, it was a Harbinger.”

“A Harbinger of what?” I asked. “You better not say doom.”

“Not doom,” George laughed, “change. The starlings means change is coming to you, one part of your life is over and another part is about to begin.”

“Well,” I shrugged, “they’re right about that.”

Review: Twisted Miracles by A.J. Larrieu

Twisted Miracles
Release Date: April 7, 2014
Publisher: Carina Press
ISBN:  1306472253
ISBN13: 9781306472258
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Review Copy Source: Author
Cass Weatherfield’s powers come with a deadly price.

Cass knows it was her telekinetic gift that killed a college classmate five years back, even if no one else believes her. She’s lived in hiding from her fellow shadowminds ever since, plagued by guilt and suppressing her abilities with sedatives. Until the night her past walks back into her life in the form of sexy Shane Tanner, the ex-boyfriend who trained her…and the one she left without saying goodbye.

When Shane tells her that his twin sister, Mina—Cass’s childhood friend—is missing, Cass vows to help, which means returning to New Orleans to use her dangerous skills in the search. But finding Mina only leads to darker questions. As Cass and Shane race to learn who is targeting shadowminds, they find themselves drawn to each other, body and soul. Just as their powerful intimacy reignites, events take a terrifying turn, and Cass realizes that to save the people she loves, she must embrace the powers that ruined her life.

Cass fears that her telekinetic gift will cause another death so she left the only real family she has ever had, to live in hiding where she can suppress her gifts. The guilt she feels eats away at her daily but she tries her best to live a normal life. When her ex Shane shows up looking for her help to find her best friend and his twin sister, Cass re-enters a world she vowed never to be a part of again.

As you can imagine by reading the blurb, Cass has a lot of issues due to her part in killing a classmate. The guilt and horror she feels at what happened has eaten away at her until she wants nothing to do with her gift. On top of that everyone she thinks of as family didn't believe she had anything to do with it and she felt like it made the whole situation worse. She ran from those that she loves and hides her true self away from the world she now lives in. As the story evolves you see a few different sides of Cass and get to know her and her past pretty well. Overall she is scared, she is loyal and she is powerful but it takes a while for her to realize her gifts can be used for good.

I really enjoyed the slow build up of the storyline and the slow reveal of facts pertaining to past events. It was all done really well and made the story that much more interesting. The struggles that were presented felt real and the slow romance between Cass and Shane had me rooting for them. The author left some things open and I'm ready to see what comes next.

I gave it 4/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the author in exchange for an honest review.