#Fairies, #Myths, & #Magic October Spooktacular Author Spotlight Guest Post – Vashti Quiroz-Vega


Since it’s Halloween, I have another special treat. I’ve invited fantasy/horror author, Vashti Quiroz-Vega to share a terrifying tale with you all. It’s a spooky read, so be prepared to get the shivers! Vashti said, “It’s a story that I wrote years ago (2013), and I’ve completely revised it for your blog.”

But first, let me introduce you to Vashti. I’ve had the pleasure of reading her poetry and stories for a few years now. Vashti and I also share the love of Pomeranians, with both of us owning dogs of this breed. She writes some scary stuff, so grab a cup of coffee and settle in. This is one Halloween tale you won’t forget!

AUTHOR: Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Vashti Quiroz-Vega is a writer of fantasy, horror, and suspense/thriller. When she isn’t creating extraordinary worlds or fleshing out powerful characters, she enjoys reading, traveling, kayaking, photography, and seeking adventures.

An award-winning blogger and writer for over ten years, she is devoted to giving her readers unique, compelling, dark adventures with descriptive narratives sure to make the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.

Visit Vashti’s blog, The Writer Next Door for a collection of short stories, articles, and poetry available free to her readers. Vashti lives in Florida with her husband and fur-baby, a Pomeranian named Scribbles. Check out Vashti’s new release, The Fall of Lilith.

Raven’s Masterpiece

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

“Raven, I can’t believe you’re really going through with it.” Nina stared at her openmouthed.

“Once you and Travis leave for college, there’ll be nothing left for me in this small town.” Raven wrapped her arms around herself. “Besides, I’m an artist! I need to expand my wings and fly!” She swung her arms outward and fell back on the grass surrounding Lake Creepy-Crawly.

“But––New York is such a big city. Aren’t you afraid you’ll be swallowed up by the masses?”

“I plan to shine bright like a Nova. By the time I’m through with that town, everyone will know my name.”

Nina glanced at Raven and giggled. Raven joined in her laughter and jumped to her feet.

“Let’s go in!” Raven grabbed Nina by the arm.

“Go in where?” Nina dragged her feet.

“Let’s go for a swim in the lake. For old time’s sake.” Raven bobbed her head, her blue eyes glittering with mischievousness.

“No way!” Nina wrested her arm from Raven’s grasp. “Why do you think the town nicknamed the lake, Lake Creepy-Crawly? If you go in, you won’t be swimming alone. There are things in that lake.”

Raven waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not true!”

“It is!” Nina stared wide-eyed. “No one has gone swimming in that lake for years. Not since the incident.”

“Do you mean when the fish died?”

“It was more than just a few fish. Old man Sam said that the big company out by Expiry road had something to do with it. He saw them dump things into the lake one night. The next morning, the lake’s fish were floating on the surface. Dead.”

“Old man Sam drinks!” Raven threw her head back and laughed.

Nina frowned. “Yes, but he wasn’t the only one who witnessed the dead fish, and everyone knows that nothing grows or lives in that lake anymore, except––except those things.” She shuddered.

Raven stared at her friend’s glum expression. “It’s been a while since that happened. Those things have probably always been there. Besides, they’re tiny.”

“They were tiny. With time, everything changes––and not always for the best.”

Without waiting for the end of Nina’s sentence, Raven ran and jumped into the lake. She splashed around laughing and shouting.

Nina stood near the bank of the lake watching her friend dipping in and out of the water. A powerful feeling of foreboding enshrouded her like a suffocating blanket. She shrunk back and shuddered. When Raven emerged from the lake, Nina let out a harsh breath.

She ran to Raven. “You’re nuts! Sometimes I think you just do crazy things to torment me.”

Raven scoffed. “Who’s being dramatic now, huh?”

Nina picked up the blanket they had been sitting on and tossed it over Raven’s head. They laughed, and Raven pulled the blanket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Ugh!” Raven tilted her head sideways and pounded on it with the palm of her hand.

Nina narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“There must be water in my ear.” Raven tilted her head and shook it. “There, I think that did it.”

“I don’t know how you could swim in that murky water. Look at it—it’s black!” Nina crinkled her nose and pointed to the lake.

Raven rolled her eyes. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes! You need a shower.” Nina giggled, pinching her nose and waving her hand as though to clear the stench in the air.

“Give me a hug!” Raven ran after her shouting in a creepy voice. “Me want big hug!” Nina ran from her screaming and laughing.

*Two months later *

“Campus life is great! ” Nina raved on the phone. “I’m really enjoying myself here. I’m doing really well in my classes, and I’ve made some new friends. Oh, and Travis says hello!”

“That’s great. I’m doing okay, too. I’m painting almost non-stop. I showed one of my works in progress to the manager of a posh art gallery downtown. He was impressed and offered to show my work in early November.”

“That’s awesome, Raven!”

“Will you come for the opening?”

“But we talked about me visiting for Halloween, remember? To see how New York celebrates our favorite holiday?”

“You could stay through the first week of November.” Raven’s voice was sullen.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“You don’t sound like yourself. Aren’t you excited about Halloween and your very first art show?”

“Of course I am. It’s just these headaches––I can’t seem to shake.” Raven groaned.

There was a long pause. Nina cleared her throat. “Um. Have you seen a doctor?”

“No. It’s only headaches. Two Advil, and I’ll be all right.”

“But if you can’t get rid of it—”

“The pills will help take the edge off so I can get back to work.”

“Alright, but if the headaches continue, you’ll need to see someone.”

“Yeah, well––If I want to have these paintings done by the opening, I’d better get back to work. We’ll talk again soon.”

“Okay. Bye, Raven. Take care.” Nina hung up the phone and stood by it, fidgeting and twisting the ring on her finger.

*One month later*

“Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Get out of there!” Raven pounded her head. She collapsed to the floor and pulled her hair with both hands. She screamed and groaned as she squirmed on the floor of her one-bedroom apartment.

A banging on the door did not stop her howling.

“Miss Raven! Open the door, Miss Raven!” yelled a woman’s voice. “That racket is driving everybody crazy!”

Raven opened the door. Her long dark hair was disheveled and covered a good portion of her face. Her shoulders were scrunched around her ears. Her blue eyes, once vivid azures, were now dull and foggy, with intense redness where the whites should be and deep dark circles underneath. Her usually rosy lips were pale and dry.

At the sight of her, the building superintendent flinched and squinted, as though trying not to capture all the unpleasantness at once. “Are you ill?” She glanced sideways at her and wrung her hands.

“No. I’m fine.” Raven looked down.

The woman curled her lip. “You don’t look too good. Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“A doctor can’t help me with what I’ve got!” Raven yelled, startling the woman. “You need to leave me alone.”

The woman’s body stiffened. “I have received countless complaints from your neighbors about screaming, loud banging and crashing noises coming from your apartment.”

“You keep knocking on my door!” Raven clasped her hands over her head.

“And each time you tell me that the noises will stop, but I keep getting complaints from your neighbors.” The woman took a few steps back. “If the noises don’t stop, I’ll have to call the police.”

“I assure you––the complaints will stop.” Raven glanced up and looked right into the woman’s eyes, the smile she wore dripping with a silent threat.

The superintendent turned and rushed down the steps. “Make sure they do. I don’t want to come back here again.” Her voice trembled. Raven followed the old woman with her eyes until she was out of sight.


“Hello, Raven. How are you? I’ve been calling and leaving messages, but you never return my calls.”

“Hi, Nina!” Raven replied in an excited voice.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m great!”

“Why are you yelling? You sound manic. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“I’m just excited to hear from you. I’m sorry about not returning your calls. I’ve been very busy, working on my paintings. I’m all done now. I have leftover materials, so I’m using them to decorate for Halloween. You’re still coming up, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good! I’m throwing a Halloween party! I’ve invited some friends and neighbors. You’re going to love what I’ve done with the place.” Raven’s voice sounded strained.

*All Hollow’s Eve*

“Raven is going to be surprised to see you. I hope she doesn’t mind that I’m bringing you.” Nina bit her lip.

“Why would she? Travis furrowed his brow. “I’m your date for the party.”

“She hasn’t been herself lately. Sometimes on the phone, she seems despondent, and her voice is barely audible; other times, her voice is excited and shrill. But the last time we spoke, it was more like a groan or a growl.”

Travis tilted his head and shrugged. “That’s weird.”

“She’s been having these terrible headaches but refuses to see a doctor. I’ve been calling her all day, but I haven’t been able to reach her. And yet, she knows I’m arriving today. I hope she’s okay.”

“Well, she’s throwing a Halloween party. How bad could she be?” Travis gave a half shrug. “She’s probably busy putting the party together.”

“You’re right. Halloween was always our favorite holiday. She’s probably knee-deep in Halloween décor right now.” Her lips curved into a faint smile. “Anyway, thanks for coming with me.”

Travis and Nina approached Raven’s apartment building. They rang the buzzer several times, but no one answered. Travis pressed on the inner door, which swung open.

“Hello,” he called.

There was no answer, so Travis and Nina started up the stairs. When they reached apartment 5B, they found the door ajar.

“I was expecting festive lights and blaring music.” Travis squinted.

“Why is her door open?” The door creaked as she pushed on it, and they entered the dimly lit apartment. All the lights were off, except for a small lamp on an end table near the sofa. The curtains were drawn. The smell hit them almost immediately––rancid, jolting—a stench to make the inside of their noses burn.

Travis turned away and covered his nose. “Wow! She really went all out with the macabre theme.”

Nina glared at him. “Something’s wrong. What is that stench?”

“That is one of my best works,” a dark, sinister voice answered. Nina and Travis jumped and looked toward the voice. Nina’s legs faltered. If it weren’t for Travis, she would have fallen.

Nina gasped. “Raven?” When she saw her, she covered her mouth with her with both hands to stifle a scream.

Raven’s skin appeared ashen and leathery. Her ratty, black hair framed her face like curtains. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she wore a raggedy long black dress.

“Do you like my painting?” Raven tottered toward her.

Nina reached for Travis’ hand and gave it a squeeze. “Your––painting?”

“Yes, come and have a look.” Raven beckoned her.

Nina and Travis followed Raven deeper into the apartment. Their hands trembled, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end.

“At first, I couldn’t figure out what my series of paintings should be about.” Raven waved a paintbrush like a conductor’s wand. “Then an explosion of light went off in my head.” She turned and looked at her friends with wide eyes and an unnerving grin. “Why not make paintings of my neighbors gathered for a great supper?”

“Interesting concept.” Travis hunched his shoulders and shrunk back from her stare.

Nina stepped closer to the painting to have a better look. She gasped and stumbled away. She retched and covered her nose with the back of her hand. The stench seemed to be coming from the painting itself. Its surface was slathered in dark red paint, and there were rubbery objects attached – no doubt the type of props that gag shops offered around Halloween. Nina rubbed the nape of her neck and looked around. All of the walls were adorned with the dark red paintings.

“So, you like them?” The manic tone was back in Raven’s voice.

“Well…” Nina wrung her trembling hands.

There was a long pause. Travis swallowed hard. “I like your costume, Raven.” He pulled at his collar.

As Raven brought up her hand, Nina noticed that the handle of the wooden paintbrush had been sharpened to a point. Before Travis realized what was happening, Raven had stabbed him in the chest. He stumbled backward and fell on his back. Nina wailed, rushed to him and dropped to her knees. She began to shake him, but he lay still, his eyes wide open.

Nina stared with wide eyes and open mouth at the monster that was once her friend. “Why Raven? Why did you do that?”

“I’m not wearing a costume.” Raven looked at her with an indifferent expression. “Do you like my paintings or not?”

Nina was sitting on the floor beneath one of the paintings. She peered at it through vision blurred with tears.

“Well? What do you think?” Raven’s voice began to take a vicious tone. Nina jolted and wiped the wetness from her eyes with trembling hands. She shuddered as she was finally able to see the painting for what it was. Those rubbery objects attached to its surface weren’t from the gag shop – they were real intestines, brains, hearts, tongues, spleens, and who knows what else. How many people died here? Her stomach churned, and the room began to spin.

“Tell me!” Raven growled and clenched her teeth, as saliva foamed and oozed down the sides of her mouth. Then she became calm. She studied Nina’s face and smiled.

Nina wrapped her arms around her body, shook her head and sobbed.

“Don’t cry. If you don’t like it, I can always improve it.”

Nina wiped her face and stared at her crazed friend.

Raven lurched over to Travis’ body and grabbed his head, lifting it by the hair. She buried the tip of the large paintbrush into the tear duct and popped the eyeball out. She did the same with the other eye to the rhythm of Nina’s wails. She grabbed the eyeballs dangling from his cheeks and yanked them from the optic nerve.

Nina felt an expansion in her head and weakness throughout her body.

She cannot have a fainting fit. She had to get to her feet. She clenched her fists and panted. Her eyes shifted to the door. Raven stood between her and the exit.

“Here we go. Much better, right?” Raven attached Travis’ eyes to the bowl of soup in the painting. The painted bowl was now crowded with eyeballs. “My neighbors were always watching me, so I decided to paint an homage to their prying eyes.”

Trembling, Nina stood up. A shriek escaped her lips. Her hands flew to cover her mouth.

“I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t be happy for me.” Raven stomped her feet and pointed the sharp end of the brush at Nina. “I knew you wouldn’t like my work. Well, I have a few more improvements to make, but for the final touches, I’ll need something from you.”

Raven lunged at Nina, clutching her filed paintbrush.

Nina’s legs started moving, as though on automatic pilot. Raven chased her, howling ghoulishly. Nina ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the countertop. Raven charged and ran into Nina’s extended arm, which held the knife. Raven stared into her friend’s eyes and moaned. Nina thought she heard her murmur, Thank you.

Nina released hold of the knife, and Raven slid to the floor. Nina kneeled next to her and rocked back and forth, bawling. She pressed her hands against the sides of her head.

“Why? Why did you do this? Raven––why? What happened to you?”

She saw the answer to her question as Raven took her last breath. They crawled out of her ear by the dozens—the wiggly wormy things she recognized from their hometown lake. The parasites were vacating Raven’s head, no longer having a live brain to feed on.

©2017 Vashti Quiroz-Vega

*Photo credits: Pixabay.com

Is that a creepy story or what? Yikes! Vashti creeped me out!! Speaking of dark stories – Vashti has a new book out and it’s a dark fantasy. You won’t want to miss this one!


“In The Fall of Lilith, Vashti Quiroz-Vega crafts an irresistible new take on heaven and hell that boldly lays bare the passionate, conflicted natures of God’s first creations: the resplendent celestial beings known as angels.

If you think you know their story, think again.

Endowed with every gift of mind, body, and spirit, the angels reside in a paradise bounded by divine laws, chief of which are obedience to God, and celibacy. In all other things, the angels possess free will, that they may add in their own unique ways to God’s unfolding plan.

Lilith, most exquisite of angels, finds the rules arbitrary and stifling. She yearns to follow no plan but her own: a plan that leads to the throne now occupied by God himself. With clever words and forbidden caresses, Lilith sows discontent among the angels. Soon the virus of rebellion has spread to the greatest of them all: Lucifer.

Now, as angel is pitted against angel, old loyalties are betrayed and friendships broken. Lust, envy, pride, and ambition arise to shake the foundations of heaven . . . and beyond. For what begins as a war in paradise invades God’s newest creation, a planet known as Earth. It is there, in the garden called Eden, that Lilith, Lucifer, and the other rebel angels will seek a final desperate victory—or a venomous revenge.

“[A] compelling narrative that . . . strays far from traditional biblical text . . . A well-written, descriptive, and dark creation story.”—Kirkus Reviews”


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Author Spotlight Guest Post: Effrosyni Moschoudi, “Messages From Above.”

Welcome to my Author Spotlight – Guest Posts

“I have started a new feature on my blog, called Author Spotlight – Guest Posts. As you can see from the image above, I am looking for themed posts about fairies, myths, and magic. If you are an interested author and would like to be featured on my blog, please click HERE to find out more.” ~Colleen~

Today, I am proud to introduce you to an author who writes women’s fiction and paranormal fantasy/romance, Effrosynsi Moschoudi. Effrosynsi lives in Greece and many of her novels transport you to the Greek Isles. Be prepared to be swept off your feet. I have luxuriated in the Greek sunshine through her writing, and it is an experience you won’t want to miss.

By the way, I have read her Lady of the Pier series and fell in love with her characters. These stories transport you back in time and into the future bringing the reader to an explosive ending. Click the links to read my reviews: The Ebb, The Flow, and The Storm.

Effrosynsi’s new book is called The Amulet, a romantic supernatural comedy featuring a guardian angel! Which brings us to the subject at hand – Guardian Angels.

“Messages from Above,” by Effrosyni Mochoudi

The word ‘angel’ originates from the Greek ‘aggelos,’ which means ‘messenger.’ Many angel sightings have been recorded in the Bible; these angels appeared before the faithful to offer messages that provided assistance or hope.

Actually, angels have been recorded in the scriptures of many faiths around the world. Today, especially with the use of the Internet, it is very easy to learn more about them. People are sharing online their own testimonies, whether these involve proper angelic encounters or messages received by their angels.

They say that every one of us has a guardian angel, and I believe it firmly to be so. I have always had this intense feeling that I am being protected, for example. In my travels as a youngster around Greece and Europe, whenever I needed assistance locals would come along out of the blue to help me out without me even asking. For example, if I needed an interpreter, to lift something heavy or if I was in danger of getting stranded somewhere.

However, one particular incident stands out because it didn’t entail the assistance of a human being and, to this day, I cannot explain it unless I put it down to an angel or two!

It happened on a wintry night in London back in the 1990s. I had just watched a marvelous show in a West End theatre and was running to the bus station to catch the last bus of the day to Hythe, Kent where I was staying at the time.

It had been snowing that day, and there was ice on the roads. As I was running, all of a sudden I slipped, and then, everything switched to slow motion. I felt myself getting airborne, my body tilted sideways, my legs rising up to be almost parallel to the ground. Panic struck at my heart as I realized that I was going to fall hard and hurt myself badly.

At that point, I remember thinking with dread that not only was I not going to catch that bus home after all, but that I was probably going to spend the night in a hospital bed with a broken limb or two…

“And then, something incredible happened.”

Just like that, and even though my legs were parallel to the ground, somehow, I landed on my feet again! It felt like an invisible hand had just turned me upright!

Stunned, but with the urgency still at hand, I kept running. I am pleased to say I did catch that bus, but the mystery I never got to solve. Over time I’ve thought about it many times, and the only logical explanation I can give is that my angels came to my aid that night.

That was the only time an angel came to my rescue directly. As I said earlier, they normally help me by getting kind people to offer assistance instead.

But this doesn’t mean my angels stop there. Oh no. Often, they give me messages out of the blue. More often than not, these come on the days that I feel upset, or worried about something. This is their way to confirm their presence around me and, of course, it gives me strength every time. I am not talking about the typical white feather that you may have heard of, and which I often encounter on those days even in the sea while I swim!

My angels’ messages often come unexpectedly when I read something on my computer and have the radio or the TV playing at the same time. This is a wonderful way to get messages from your angels, by the way! The odd word will come to you from both sources at the same time, i.e. you will hear it on the radio or the TV at the exact moment you’ll be reading it on your computer or book or whatever. But you mustn’t look for it. Just have the sound playing in the background as you read, forget about it, and see what happens in a while. It also helps if you take a moment beforehand to sit quietly to talk to your angels, present the problem, and ask them to offer guidance.

Other than the above, my angels love to communicate with me by touching my face. That said, it doesn’t feel like a touch – it’s like an electric pulse that comes and goes in a split second. I get to feel it over my eye or the back of my neck most times, and I know it’s them. I always take a moment to say thank you when this happens.

Last, but certainly not least, my angels sometimes make small things move around the house when my attention is really required!

The first time this happened was three years ago, and it really freaked me out. Yet, it was quite amazing, so I feel compelled to share this with you today:

That morning, I was working on my computer at home. Before my desk, I have a pinboard. A post-it note that I had pinned on it days earlier suddenly dropped and landed on my desk before me the right way up and the right way round. It felt like it had been put there for me to read. In this note, I had written a quote (a paraphrase from Rumi), which read: “I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.”

Astounded, I read it back to myself as it lay before me as if put there by an invisible hand, and I knew that moment it was an angelic message that spoke about inner strength. Here, I must explain that I work in a windowless room. All the windows in my house were closed at the time, so this couldn’t have been caused by a draft. No music was playing either – so this wasn’t a case of sound waves causing vibrations.

A week later my shoulder began to hurt more from an injury I had suffered earlier on. The pain kept increasing so I went to the doc and the diagnosis was frozen shoulder. The next five months were harrowing for me and the pain indescribable, especially at night. I slept very little during these five months. Every night I wandered around the house for hours like a zombie seeking a modicum of comfort as I rubbed heat-inducing cream on my shoulder and cried my eyes out.

Throughout those five months, somehow, despite the upset and the exhaustion, I didn’t miss a single day at my desk writing, blogging, and promoting my work – even on the worst days when I could only type with one hand.

Of course, during that difficult time, the angelic message I had received kept reminding me how strong I am. I could see then in hindsight that my angels had warned me things were going to get tough so I could brace myself. I am forever grateful for that message because it told me I wasn’t going to go through the hardship alone and that truly saw me through.

As I stated earlier, the first time something moved in front of me of its own volition it really freaked me out. Since then, my angels have communicated with me in the same manner on two other occasions – in both cases to warn me that tough times for me and my loved ones were about to start. By now, I don’t get spooked anymore when things move inexplicably; I just feel really grateful for this communication, and it always fills me with awe.

These messages from my angels have inspired me to write The Amulet, a delightful romantic comedy/paranormal romance that even features the aforementioned pinboard incident!


Buy The Amulet

If you enjoy sweet romances and stories of reincarnation or haunting spirits, you are going to love these books!

Buy The Ebb, Buy The Flow, Buy The Storm. Buy all 3 books HERE

Do you feel the presence of angels around you? How do they communicate with you? Some people see or hear them, others feel their touch, and others perceive their presence through wonderful aromas, like the scent of roses when there are none around. If you know what I’m talking about, do leave a comment and share your experience with us!

Here’s a bit about Effrosyni:

“Effrosyni Moschoudi was born and raised in Athens, Greece. As a child, she loved to sit alone in her garden scribbling rhymes about flowers, butterflies, and ants. Today, she writes novels for people who love all things Greek. Her historical romance, The Ebb, is an ABNA Q-Finalist. Her novels are Amazon bestsellers, having hit #1 several times, and are available in Kindle and paperback format. The paperbacks can be ordered on Amazon or at any bookstore or library.

Effrosyni lives in a quaint seaside town near Athens with her husband Andy and a naughty cat called Felix, but her mind forever drifts to her beloved island of Corfu. Felix loves to use her pot plants as lounge chairs and to nap under the sun in ridiculous poses.”

❤ Connect with Effrosyni ❤

Blog EffrosyniWrites.com

Facebook Effrosyni Moschoudi – Author Page (@authoreffrosyni) https://www.facebook.com/authoreffrosyni/

Twitter @FrostieMoss https://twitter.com/FrostieMoss

Click on the links below to find more books by Effrosyni Moschoudi:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Effrosyni-Moschoudi/e/B00I5JKMXS

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Effrosyni-Moschoudi/e/B00I5JKMXS

Thanks for popping in to meet Effrosyni! ❤

Colleen’s #Book #Reviews – “Fireflies” by Author P. S. Bartlett, @PSBartlett

  • Title: Fireflies
  • Amazon Author Page: P. S. Bartlett
  • File Size: 789 KB
  • Print Length:  324 Pages
  • Publisher: Self Published
  • Publication Date: September 2, 2015
  • Sold By: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • Formats: Paperback and Kindle
  • Goodreads
  • Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Irish, Historical Fiction, Literature & Fiction


“Dr. Owen Whelan and his wife Sarah have seven bright and expressive children. However, one of them is very unique; he’s been followed since birth by lost souls.
However peculiar Ennis Whelan has been for the first six years of his life, not until the day he found the bird did the degree of his strangeness become so tangible.
Ennis claimed it flew away.

His sister Teagan was about to bury it.

Teagan becomes increasingly suspicious of his odd behavior, but their mother dismisses her claims; that is until he starts healing people.

When he also reveals the gift of sight, he questions his father about visions of his past, including his voyage to America in 1844. Owen prayed he’d never have to share those tragic memories, but he will share them when he realizes he has no choice. Ennis’ life depends on it.”


I purchased this book last summer where it sat in my Kindle unread for months until I caught up with my to be read pile. After reading the first chapter, I was hooked on the Whelan family.

The story begins in Pennsylvania in the late 1880’s. The Whelan’s are Irish immigrants raising their family of seven children in what appears to be a typical setting for that era. The older children have come of age and are ready to leave the family nest.

Everything within this family seems normal until you meet six year old, Ennis, who the author, P. S. Bartlett, must have created and written with divine guidance. You immediately sense the child has an otherworldly quality about him. It is when the boy finds an injured bird and heals it that you begin to understand that something marvelous is waiting for you inside this book.

Ennis’ oldest sister, Teagan, is the next to receive his healing energy when she cuts herself with a knife while washing dishes. With her life teetering on edge, Ennis heals her too. From then on, I realized the boy was a crystal star child, highly sensitive and psychic, with a primary life purpose.

As the story unfolds, Ennis and Teagan find themselves caught up in the reality of his gifts. They explain to their parents how Ennis has been employing his healing skills. The parents consult with the local pastor and come to the understanding that these miracles are truly heaven sent.

The parents have their own stories unfolding through flashbacks of their previous lives in Ireland and their journey to their new home in America. Be prepared to go on an emotional rollercoaster as their narratives unfold leading the reader to an explosive and startling ending.

I will hold the image of fireflies dancing around a small boy in my heart for a long time.

If you believe in the power of love this book will restore your belief in miracles. I loved this story and am sorry I waited so long to read it. I have read many of P. S. Bartlett’s books, and this one really captured my heart. I’ve added “Fireflies” to my Me-Time paranormal fantasy category. This is one of those books whose message will stay with you!


Character Believability: 5
Flow and Pace: 5
Reader Engagement: 5
Reader Enrichment: 5
Reader Enjoyment: 5
Overall Rate: 5 out of 5 stars

Author, P. S. Bartlett

About the Author

Award winning author, P.S. Bartlett, was born on Valentine’s Day many moons ago in South Baltimore, Maryland, less than a mile from Fort McHenry and Federal Hill.

Her first novel, “Fireflies,” was published with GMTA Publishing in 2013 and the prequel to “Fireflies,” entitled “Hope From the Ocean,” was published in March of 2014. She loves history and historical fiction. She gets her history fix via movies, television and of course, books although she enjoys reading almost every genre.

Her motto is: “I’m taking a fantastic voyage. Won’t you join me?”

Here’s where you can find P. S. Bartlett:

Author Blog: https://psbartlett.me/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PSBartlett

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PSBartlett

Amazon: Fireflies 



Until the next time!

Edgar Cayce and The Fairies


The beginning of the fairy world started with the Moirai, or the Fates, directly related to Greek Mythology. There were three fates: Clotho, the spinner; Lachesis, the allotter, and Atropos, the unturnable. The fates controlled life for every human from birth to death.

Here is a great discussion of Edgar Cayce’s beliefs in fairies, angels, and other unseen forces. I love the section that talks about the elementals, as quoted below:

“The following is his archetypal being for each of the four elements:[4]

Do you want to know the difference between fairies and angels? Angels come from heaven, not nature, like the fairies. ❤

Watch the video and let me know what you think.

I believe

Colleen’s #BOOK #REVIEWS – “Rapture in the City,” By Diane Hall

  • Title:  Rapture in the City (Sequel to Catching Feathers in the Wind)
  • Author: Diane Hall
  • File Size: 1025 KB
  • Print Length: 231 Pages
  • Publisher: http://www.dianehallauthor.com
  • Publication Date: August 18, 2015
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B0145J0U8S
  • ISBN-10:  0955973392
  • ISBN-13: 978-0955973390
  • Formats: Paperback and Kindle
  • Goodreads
  • Genres: Magical Realism, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Angels & Spirit Guides

    *I voluntarily reviewed an Author’s Copy of this book*

“This sequel to Catching Feathers in the Wind begins when Stephen, Jayna and the other non-physical members of their soul group assemble on a distant star, fully awakened and aware of their connection with each other as a soul group consciousness. A large meeting is called, in which they are charged with returning to Earth in various forms, in order to trigger the inhabitants of the Earth into a spontaneous co-creation of Utopia. It seems straightforward enough, until they begin to encounter strange, invisible electromagnetic fields, stubborn twin flames who refuse to re-unite and carry out their joint mission, and a mysterious figure who holds all of their dreams by a thread… Who is the enigmatic leader of the Utopian Resistance Movement, and what does he really want? Will Heaven on Earth ever be allowed to birth itself, and will Natalie ever allow herself to be united with the one man she should never, ever want…”

Diane Hall has written this fantastic novel as a sequel to “Catching Feathers in the Wind,” which I reviewed some time ago. You can find that review here. I loved the first novel and was excited to see what the author had up her sleeve for the sequel.

When “The One,” gathers the soul group consciousness together, their hearts swell with the brightness of a flame. God has a mission for these entities, and the intent is to institute “The Divine Plan,” by returning the ‘All’ back into a state of harmonious and unified consciousness, or a Heaven on Earth.

A negative vibrational field covers the earth preventing God’s love from penetrating the hearts of mankind. The light-workers have been busy, though, and the loving energy surrounds the earth, seeking a path to touch humanity. As you can imagine, angels coming back to earth causes major chaos, sometimes with hilarious consequences and sometimes not so much as their antics mimic real life.

The thing I like best about Diane Hall’s writing is her intuitive way of portraying humanity. Her characters always come across as real, not contrived. She reprises the roles of Stephen and Jayna, from the first novel to work their magic and love behind the scenes once again back on earth. Two other couples figure prominently in the book. Their journey to finding true love is entertaining and engaging.

I also enjoyed the author’s use of incarnated fairy-folk in her story. This was a concept I have been dabbling with myself, so I was intrigued, to say the least.

The theme of the novel is love and the evolution of love on the wheel of life. There is one holdout, one person who resists the love fest by blocking all thought transference between himself and outside sources. The question is if we have heaven on earth, do we then give up our freedom of choice? Does humanity desire to live in a constant state of harmony between all sentient beings?

All I can say is that I am a fan of Diane Hall’s eternity. If you enjoy love stories with a twist of magic, you are going to love this book.

Character Believability: 4
Flow and Pace: 4
Reader Engagement: 4
Reader Enrichment: 4
Reader Enjoyment: 4
Overall Rate: 4 out of 5 stars



Author, Diane Hall

About Diane Hall:

Diane Hall is an author and channel who writes novels, non-fiction, magazine features, comedy scripts, and songs about love, spirituality, and the joyful challenges of communication between dimensions.

She is inspired by her guides and the angelic realm to create books that touch the heart with memories of Heaven. She is also a drama postgraduate with a passion for Shakespeare and Rumi, and a desire to bring a sense of fun to the genre of spiritual fiction. She is a singer/songwriter, a meditation and intuitive development teacher, and a recovering chocoholic.

As a freelance writer, she has contributed to a number of new thought publications and websites, including Soul & Spirit and Kindred Spirit magazines.

“My dream is to create a life-changing body of work  –  literary, musical and lyrical  –  that reaches many hearts and minds and brings peace, awakenings, love, learning, joy and ultimately, a Heaven on Earth.”

You can find Diane Hall through Twitter @Channellinglove, on Facebook at Diane Hall, and on her author blog, dianehallauthor.com.









Thanks for stopping by to meet Diane. You’re going to love these books. ❤

Silver’s Book Reviews – “CATCHING FEATHERS IN THE WIND,” By Diane Hall

  • Title:  Catching Feathers in the Wind
  • Author: Diane Hall
  • File Size: 1090 KB
  • Print Length: 306 pages
  •  Publisher: Diane Hall; 3 edition
  • Publication Date: September 2, 2015
  • Sold by Amazon Digital Services LLC
  •  Language: English
  • ASIN:  B0145AT30S
  • ISBN-10: 0955973384
  • ISBN-13: 978-0955973383
  • Formats: Paperback and Kindle
  • Goodreads
  • Genres: Women’s Fiction, Romance, Religion, Spirituality, Humor

Do you believe in Angels?

Jayna is an Archangel who decides to incarnate back to Earth into a human form when her life in heaven leaves her yearning for something she just can’t put her finger on. Her existence on the celestial plane is filled with infinite love and harmonious co-creation as she teaches souls to fly to heaven. In this heavenly existence, Jayna murmurs inspirations into the ears of the world’s greatest artists, while dead musicians and renowned artists help her on her way to her last and final life event.

Jayna really seems to grapple with her decision to ascend to the highest level of cosmic consciousness. Eventually, after a series of challenging lifetimes she realizes she is ready to attain the final rung in the wheel of life. Just as nothing in human life is ever perfect, and during her last final lifetime, Jayna meets Stephen, whom she falls madly in love with. Prepare to be swept off your feet!

As Jayna’s human life spins crazily out of control on a predestined course, a series of events propels her to question her true existence as Stephen’s love continues to pull her towards the earthly realm. Through it all, Jayna shares with us her multi-dimensional life filled with love, life after death, reincarnation, and rebirth. Her tale is a love story that will have you not only believing in angels but believing in the reality of everlasting love.


Catching Feathers in the Wind is one of those rarely written phenomena that touch you and shake you to your very core. For me, it was a spiritual and emotional read that I could not put down. During the day when I was not reading, I found myself thinking about the philosophical elements in the story. The descriptions of heaven and angels filled my dreams. By the dawn of each new day, I awakened refreshed and renewed. Coincidence? I really don’t think so.

I also found the writing of the author, Diane Hall to be poetic and mesmerizing. At times, the prose took my breath away in explanations of divine and human existence that seemed so logical and concise I had to ask myself how it could be any other way.

This is a unique love story, one of which I have never read the likes of before. More than that, it is the story of true love and the many forms it imbues. Each of the characters experiences great sadness and despair but champions their way to find their true destiny. I connected with each of the characters in such a way, I just knew that I had met them before in another life.

By the end of the book, I felt like I had read the cosmic secrets of the universe. I felt like I had been given a special gift all tied up with a bow the color of sparkling stars. Ironically, I found this book on Facebook, part of a “free” campaign to introduce readers to the book. Wow! Was that ever my lucky day!

A visit to Diane Hall’s blog gives you a glimpse into the story with this excerpt: “Unseen Hands.” She also shares:

“An earlier edition of this book was very briefly known as Earth Angel, but has now undergone a huge revision and has been returned to its original title, of ‘Catching Feathers in the Wind.’ ~ A phrase used by one of the main characters, to describe the process of inspiration.”

I rarely give a five-star rating but when I do you know it has to be something spectacular! This is Diane Hall’s debut novel and I can’t wait to see what she writes next! If you are interested in spirituality and enjoy romance novels you will adore Catching Feathers in the Wind.

This is the kind of book that I will read over and over again knowing I will be touched by some different element each time I read it. I know one thing, your ideas about everlasting love will be forever changed!

Character Believability: 5
Flow and Pace: 5
Reader Engagement: 5
Reader Enrichment: 5
Reader Enjoyment: 5
Overall Rate: 5 out of 5 stars

About Diane Hall:

Diane Hall is an author and channel who writes novels, non-fiction, magazine features, comedy scripts, and songs about love, spirituality and the joyful challenges of communication between dimensions.

She is inspired by her guides and the angelic realm to create books that touch the heart with memories of Heaven. She is also a drama postgraduate with a passion for Shakespeare and Rumi, and a desire to bring a sense of fun to the genre of spiritual fiction. She is a singer/songwriter, a meditation and intuitive development teacher, and a recovering chocoholic.

As a freelance writer, she has contributed to a number of new thought publications and websites, including Soul & Spirit and Kindred Spirit magazines.

“My dream is to create a life-changing body of work  –  literary, musical and lyrical  –  that reaches many hearts and minds and brings peace, awakenings, love, learning, joy and ultimately, a Heaven on Earth.”


Make certain to connect with Diane Hall through Twitter @Channellinglove and Facebook at Diane Hall.

Thanks for stopping by today! I’m glad to see all of you.


Hugh’s Photo Challenge: Week 8 – Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge

My dear friend Hugh (who looks great as an angel on Silver’s Tree) from Hugh’s Views and News is sponsoring his Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge again this year. Last year’s challenge was a great success!

Do you want to join in? Here is all you have to do:

From Hugh’s blog: “Here’s how you can all join in and help Angela, Macy, Toby, and I raise £250 for The Dogs Trust.”

1. Take a photo of what sits on top of your Christmas tree.
2. Create a new post on your blog entitled “Hugh’s Photo Challenge: Week 8 – Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge.”
3. Add the photo(s) you have taken to the post and tell us a little about what you are showing.
4. Create a pingback to this post or leave a link to your post in the comments section below so that other participants can view your post.

I will donate £1 to The Dogs Trust for every Christmas Tree Topper photo that is posted here on Planet Blog up to a maximum of £250.  The challenge is open until Tuesday 5th January 2016 and I will publish a post on Twelfth Night, January 6th, showcasing everybody who participated in the challenge and letting you all know how much we all managed to raise.

Whilst I will be making the donation, please do not hesitate in making your own donation to The Dogs Trust and let me know about it by leaving details in the comments section. There’s absolutely no pressure in making a donation but please do consider joining in the fun and showing us all what sits on top of your Christmas tree.  Please click on the link The Dogs Trust to make any donations directly to The Dogs Trust.

I wanted to add that this is the first year in quite a few years that Ron and I put up our Christmas decorations. In the past, much of why we did not decorate can be attributed to not having any family around during the holidays. I missed my kids and grandkids, and it just didn’t seem like a holiday.

Something special happened to me last year. Hugh made me miss Christmas and the celebration of the holiday. Even though we are Buddhist and Christmas is a Christian holiday, there is a feeling of goodwill that comes along with the holiday trappings.

If you feel alone for the holidays, put up some decorations and relive your memories of Christmas past. Mull over what was, and what is still to be. Share in the hope and joy of what the season means. Spread that joy where ever you go. In our case, this joy has multiplied tenfold!

Thank you, Hugh, for sharing your joy of Christmas! You have truly touched our hearts! ❤

Now, on to the good stuff! The photo below is our first Colorado Christmas Tree. I have plans for next year to add some additional nature themed items from around Colorado. I want to add some “silver” ornaments too. 😉

At the top of our tree is a star that we purchased in Arizona a few years ago. It has beautiful detail and I love the southwestern vibe.

Since Hugh’s charity is for The Dogs Trust in the U.K., I wanted to include an ornament that a good friend gave us years ago when Sugar and Spice were puppies.

Anytime Sugar and Spice hear that Toby (Hugh’s dog) is on one of his posts, they jump up and down until I add a picture of them!

Sugar and Spice smiling for the camera!

Don’t forget to get the biggest tree you can and join in to help Hugh raise funds for The Dog Trust.
Here in America, you could consider making a donation to the Humane Society of the United States
or a local Humane Society in your own hometown.

Thanks for stopping in today! I loved sharing my tree with you all!