A little more than 2 years ago I created a blog for one of my fictional characters, Verawenda Erickson. I wrote an About page and 2 blogs, then got busy with other things in my life and never added anything more. I put it in storage and left it untouched until today when I gave it a facelift and published it again. You can see it at https://verawenda.wordpress.com/. Should my plans of writing more stories featuring Vree work out, I’ll post there every Friday.
“VREE?” GRANDMA RELEASED MY HAND. “Are you okay?” She waved her other hand in front of my eyes as the remnants of the vision faded. “I seemed to have lost your attention for a moment.” Her face bore a concerned look.
Happy Thanksgiving to my family and American friends.
I’m still busy, putting the I in Vree’s story. Today’s chapter introduces Enit Huw [ee-nit ho-ew], a mysterious white crow that, in the manner of YA fantasy story construction, becomes Vree’s magi.
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THE WOMAN’S SCREAM IN MY head diminished. The sickness in my stomach did not.
The beginning of this chapter of Margga’s Curse deals with the brief visit of Charles Erickson’s spirit.
For those who don’t know, Vree’s father, Charles Maxwell Erickson, was born 41 years ago on May 11 in Wheeling WV where he lived with his parents, attorney Reginald Keith Erickson (now 70, retired) and school teacher Rachel Louise (McGuire) Erickson (now 67, retired), and older siblings, Leanne Louise Erickson (now 45, graphic designer, married and lives in Cincinnati OH with husband Paul Watson and family) and Alexis Michelle Erickson (now 39, kindergarten teacher, divorced and lives in Monroeville PA; was briefly married to Justin Roth—they had no children).
Charles graduated from Wheeling Park High School at age 18 and from the University of Pittsburgh School of Law (Pitt Law) at age 22. He met Karrie Lybrook at college and married her when he was 25. They lived in Upper St. Clair where he was a lawyer. He died June 19 on daughter Vree’s 15th birthday when lightning struck him and Vree while they put away his lawnmower.
He was tall (6’ 3”) and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
The last part of this chapter doesn’t appear in the novel. I deleted it in favor of adding it to a later novel, which was going to introduce Vree’s step-uncle. That book is still in the planning stages, so I thought it would be fun to foreshadow the book with the introduction of Evelyn Lybrook’s secret past returned to Margga’s Curse.
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THE AIR TASTED SWEET AND was warm as I sat on the front porch swing and rocked. Past a small rise in the road, a dark blue house across the road sat on a large hill almost two hundred yards up the road. It was a pretty house, more modern looking than the one I was at, surrounded by evergreen hedges by what I could see through the foliage between us.
I STAYED CLOSE TO LENNY, who guided me across the backyard. Along the way, I stopped at a line of three large, bleached canvas camp tents in front of a square fire pit made of cement blocks.
Rottweilers get a bad rap among dogs for the intimidation they cause, and adding vampire-like fangs, evil-looking red eyes, and large bull horns don’t help. The horns are new for this version of the story, which adds to the excitement of being gored when chased by such a creature. To be bitten and gored by it—Vree is fortunate that this hellhound doesn’t breathe fire.
Hmmm, breathing fire…
I’ve known many dogs, and Rotts are gentle canines when treated well by their owners. They are also smart and obedient, which makes them good choices for Margga to dictate her evil orders to.
WHEN THE VAN SLAMMED INTO the woman, the crash sent the frog to the bottom of the ditch water and spooked a pair of sparrows from their perch on the telephone wires above. The impact of the large grille crushed the woman’s body and killed her instantly. The van’s driver flew through the shattered windshield and auto parts flew in pieces across the country highway. The driver cartwheeled into the field like a twirling rag doll, expelling blood and body parts along with loose change and bits of clothing into the patches of goldenrod, buffalo bur, nettle, and bindweed.
The book Lenny gives Vree is a large, oversize black book the size of a coffee table book. Its cover is leather, though I’m sure it’s made of human skin.
It’s modeled after a 17th century maritime logbook I saw many years ago at a museum when I was a college art student. At first glance, I thought the book was a bible because of the red trim along its uneven pages. Then, when I saw the numbers and strange language written inside, my imagination went into overdrive and the idea of a witch’s spell book was born that day.