The wind scooped her up as she raised her arms to it. It was the gale from the south; harsh, bitter, and more powerful than anything the young woman had ever felt. It whipped her hair and body but each touch was magnificent. It filled her lungs with strength and laughter. Let the foolish creature that had turned on her people tremble. She was coming for them. The city's weather witch was free.
If you are listening to Weather Child I am presuming you do. So here’s a treat for you- also involving an asylum just as in this story. But while in Weather Child the aslyum is a place for tormenting the Awakened, in Personal Effects; Dark Arts it is for the containment of serial killers and psychopaths. However when a blind killer is bought to Brinkvale, the game changes. Read more about it here.
This vlurb tells what some of the stars of the podiobook field have to say about it (Oh and I’m in there too
The cast of characters in the vlurb (excluding myself of course) are
Stephen Eley – http://EscapePod.orgEditor of Escape Pod, and publisher of the horror fiction podcast Pseudopod
The Weather Child Competition. Review the show on itunes or Podcast Pickle or podiobooks.com or blog about it and email me at pip@pjballantine.com. At the end of July 2009 I will make a draw for the following prizes
FIRST; A signed copy of both Chasing the Bard and Digital Magic. A basket of kiwi goodies of $US50 value. (Will discuss with the winner what they like, but likely to include candy and items only available in New Zealand). Also a laminated picture of old Wellington- the setting for Weather Child.
RUNNER-UP; Two prizes of a signed copy of either Chasing the Bard or Digital Magic.
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Faith holds onto her guilt about Jack- at least until he wakes up.
Sidenote; the story of Faith’s accident is a completely true family story. My great-aunt, from whom I draw a large measure of inspiration for Faith, lost her finger in this accident. As a child I was always fascinated by why her finger was missing. When I found out how it happened I wished I had remained ignorant.
