Saturday, November 24, 2018
Deme and Honeybell, otherworldly pigs of Atonement, TN
Welcome, everyone. I hope you’ve had a wonder-filled week. Something fun and unexpected happened to me. More on that in a second. First things first.
If I had never written Atonement, Tennessee then I would have never started this blog. I wouldn’t have written any of the 1920s serials, or met any of you wonderful people.
I was privileged to become acquainted with baker, blogger, and author Robbie Cheadle back when I did the “Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam” serial. Robbie’s talents have blossomed so much that she now has two blogs to support her diverse forms of writing and creativity: Robbie’s Inspiration, and Roberta Writes.
I was delighted when Robbie told me she read Atonement, Tennessee — and thrilled when she mentioned that she was going to review it this weekend. (Update: Link to Robbie’s review.)
Now my other wonder-filled moment of this week. A friend returned from a vacation to New York and brought me a very special little treat. The reason why it is a special treat is that someone was reminded of my characters and books even while having a wonderful vacation. That means a lot to me.
She gave me this little pig figure, and it was so much like Deme and Honeybell, the otherworldly pigs! The little pink, winged pig with a feather boa grunt-snuffle-snorted its way into a gift shop. (Now Honeybell is in my head, demanding a feather boa, and Deme is wearing a crown, although she’s gotten it lopsided…)
The glowing pigs were not in the first novel, Atonement, Tennessee, but they have several short stories, and they made a couple of brief appearances in Atonement in Bloom. In honor of The Glowing Pigs, I’m sharing a snippet from “Bloom” that includes them.
After a strange day, Ralda Lawton is having a restless night. First she has a frightening dream, but she manages to go back to sleep. Then she wakes again and…
A Glowing Warning
Johannes Pleino, Unsplash
Lilith made an odd meow and jumped up from her spot on the bed and over to the dresser. I closed my eyes tighter, because it seemed almost as if the light switch had been flipped. I cracked open my eyes, desperately wanting to sleep. I reached for the nightstand lamp to turn it off, but found that it was not lit. Yet the bedroom was illuminated by a soft radiance.
My gaze moved from the lamp to the dresser where I’d heard Lilith jump. From that vantage point she watched something in feline fascination. Sleepily I sat up so I could see what had her attention. When I looked, I questioned both my wakefulness and my sanity.
Glowing pigs gathered around, circling my brass bed, snuffling and snorting. After a moment their random grunts came together as one rhythmic voice — grunt-snort, snuffle-grunt-snort. The chant went on until it started to sound like my name, Ral-da, Esme-Ral-da.
One pig moved away from the rest of its drift, as I had learned a group of young pigs was called. I marveled to realize that it had blue eyes. I didn’t know pigs could jump, but it bounded onto the foot of my bed. Sitting back on its curly porcine tail, it locked its sapphire orbs onto my own eyes. Maybe I could have looked away from that intent gaze, but I was too dumbfounded to try.
Forest Simon, Unsplash
“Deme, no. You are too bold!” I heard one of the other pigs say.
“Don’t be silly Honeybell,” replied the pig that jumped onto my bed. “Besides, you know this must be done.”
I actually put my finger into my ear and twisted it around, as if I could fix the crazy things I was hearing. Even in a dream, pigs shouldn’t talk. And of course I must be dreaming. It had to be the wretched brass bed messing with me again.
The pig on the foot of my bed snorted in a way that sounded like chuckling when the other one spoke. I gathered this blue-eyed one’s name was Deme.
“Ralda-Esmeralda, you must take great care,” Deme spoke to my continued amazement. “There are too many supernaturals in Atonement, Tennessee, too many different plans are in play at once. More than one of them is very dangerous! And the Keeper of the Eastern Winds is not present to protect you,” the porcine voice warned me.
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Had Ralda fallen into another dream? Surely such a thing couldn’t happen. Yet then again, Atonement, TN is no ordinary town. If you want to know, you’ll have to read Atonement in Bloom.
I hope you’ll join me Wednesday for Hidebound Hump Day and another chapter of Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers. The random “things” driving the next episode are Indian Head Penny, and Brocade of a White Lion. You’ll also meet characters from the Pip-verse!
I’ll be looking for you at the station!
Now some shameless self-promotion.
Atonement in Bloom
The Glowing Pigs, Snort Stories of Atonement, Tennessee
(E-book still on sale at 99¢ )
Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I
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