G is for Griddlebone

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“Greetings, I am Griddlebone, the first of the Werecats. I was born in Vienna to an ordinary Jewish family and was taken by the Nazis as a teenager. They took me to a laboratory where I met Dr. Weschler.

The scientist merged my essence with that of a street tabby and created more than he bargained for. I rose up that night – I tripled my size, attacked my captors, and escaped into the night.

I took refuge in an empty warehouse on Glocken Street. From this headquarters I conducted raids on the Nazi facilities and rescued other werecats.

You can read my full story in Griddlebone and look out from me in Umbrae.”

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F is for Finny the Werecat

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“Shalom, I’m Finny the werecat. As far as I know I’m the only werecat left in the above world outside of Umbrae. I was born in Vienna many years ago. I am the granddaughter of the original werecat, Griddlebone.

After the war the werecats of Vienna were hounded by the werewolves of Alistair’s pack. I escaped to Umbrae with my sister, Liza, and we made it all the way to the Holy Land. Sadly Liza didn’t survive for long, but at least she got to see Israel.

Today I live in Safed in the Hakessem compound. The Hakessem family are an old magical family that have an affinity with cats.

I have not changed back into my human form for a long time. I don’t see the point; things are much simply as a cat.

I was recently interviewed by S.A. Gibson – for some reason he found my life interesting. You can read the interview here if you wish.

I have to go now. This has all been very trying and I need a nap.”

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Umbrae – Release Blitz

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It’s alive! Today’s the day that book 3 of the P.A.W.S. Saga goes out into the world!

Step into the Shadows of Umbrae …

Miri’s world at P.A.W.S. in St. Louis is falling apart. First, Danny is accused of stealing her opapa’s charm. But before he can defend himself, he mysteriously disappears. Miri seeks Josh for help and advice, but he too has gone missing.

Then Lilith has a vision – Miri dragged away by wolves. Miri needs answers, answers that she feels sure are hidden in the blank pages of the book of Argentum.

With the help of Lilith, she travels to the ancient city of Safed. There, with the aid of a mystical rabbi and an outspoken werecat, her omama’s story is slowly revealed. And Miri uncovers something else, a world hidden deep beneath our own – the labyrinth of shadows also known as Umbrae.

Available in Kindle or Paperback

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But wait there’s more. Umbrae is going on tour. Click on the banner for the schedule of all the awesome stops along the way. They’ll be interviews, character meet and greets, snippets and more.

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Also the release event on Facebook for games and prizes galore! See you there!

 

Remembering Ottilia

When I first started writing P.A.W.S. I knew I would have to at some point go back and write Celia and Max’s story. The characters are dear to me as they are based off my own omama and opapa, who fled from Nazi-ruled Vienna. Here is a picture of them on their wedding day. It’s the same picture I visualized in P.A.W.S. that Miri carries around with her.

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My omama and opapa, Finny and Max, made a very difficult decision in 1939. They sent their only child, six-year-old Walter, to England on the Kindertransport. This was my father and without the kindness of the British people who took in child refugees like my dad, I would not exist today to tell my story. His parents, my omama and opapa, were luckier than most. They were able to follow their son and the family was reunited.

Not all of the family survived. Recently I went through the documents and photographs that my father had gathered over the years and found notifications of two family members who had died at the hands of the Nazis.

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One of them was named Ottilia and I use her name in Umbrae in her memory. In my story she survives.

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In these difficult times it is important to remember and retell our history. As George Santayana said, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”