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This couldn’t be normal.
A moment of clarity settled over me as I sat crossed-legged on my bedroom floor. Frankincense incense wafted through the little room. In front of me was a sigil I’d found in an occult book. Next to me were the tarot cards I’d trekked through town looking for the previous weekend. Only the candle and a little desk lamp lit the room. It was better than way. I could feel things moving in the ethers already.
It was late.
Everyone was either in bed, or crashed out in front of the telly downstairs.
No one needed to know what I was doing.
I’d jammed some folded-up paper under the door to stop anyone coming in.
Not that they would. But just in case.
I glanced nervously at the candle. One stray spark on this carpet would send the whole room up in flames. I’d made extra sure it was stable.
But then, what did I really know about fire safety.
I was eight years old.
How did I know about this?
Who goes looking for, and finds this kind of stuff?
As a child?
I didn’t know. I just had a job to do. This spell wasn’t going to work itself, but already the sigil was activated. Just looking at it in this half-light, I could feel it doing its work, calling out into hidden dimensions, gathering power.
Looking back I couldn’t tell you what the spell was even for. I can guess what type of magic it was, from the sigil… but what bothers me to this day is how an 8 year old can even begin to get into this kind of thing as a hobby.
Both my parents were very down to earth.
I doubt either of them really believed in a god… but nor did they show any signs of believing in anything else. Other than hard work and education. Those were their ‘gods’. (They were a doctor and a teacher).
Yet somehow, one of their kids had managed to stray.
It wasn’t until a few decades later that I found out that my grandfather, who had died years before I was even born, was a Rosicrucian.
Knowing that, I started to realize there was probably something in my blood line. Something that understood that there was more to us as meat suits. Something more than the tangible world.
And it was bound to come out at some point – in creative musings for stories.
Afterall, every time I watched something like Vampire Diaries, there were certain things that just made sense…
So I started planning a series of stories that included British magic. The actual story structure used more of a detective or thriller structure, but magic naturally seeped in.
However, since it wasn’t sci-fi, and since I used collaborators, working to my specifications, to do some of the work, it didn’t seem like a good idea to publish as Ell Leigh Clarke. (It would also confuse Amazon, because it was Urban Fantasy, rather than science fiction).
Thus was born Isobella Crowley: my magical, alter ego. 😉
If you’re interested in magic and mystery, and what life in Bicester, Oxfordshire was like, before I upped sticks and started wandering the globe, then this might be a series you’d be interested in reading.
Go ahead and check it out now. We’ve put book 1 at 99c for the next 24 hours:
There are currently four books in this series. If we get enough interest from it, we may continue it… now you know that Izzie and I are closely… “related” 😉
Check it out, and if you enjoy the read, hop on the reader’s email list in the links at the back to hear about more magical books as we publish them.
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