28
Feb
14

The Corpse of Madeline Hill

photo by Eric HahnNew York State’s Hudson Valley is fertile ground for specters and legends of all types and lineages. Everyone knows the story of Sleepy Hollow. Not far from the Headless Horseman’s territory, in Ulster County, New York, you’ll find the small town of Accord. You’ll miss it if you drive by too quickly. Accord has one of these stories. Accord has one of these cautionary tales wrapped around a haunting event. A tale that’s meant to remind us that love is eternal, and that evil and hate are real, and both come with death not far behind.

Follow any of the winding two lane roads that run through Accord and you’ll find an eerily peaceful spot. All roads lead here. No matter which set of turns you take. Ask anyone in town and they’ll all tell you the same thing. They’ll say that all roads lead to Whitfield Cemetery.

Once you arrive you’ll find all the things that would make this a traditionally peaceful spot. Several small groups of trees are scattered about. They cast enough of a shadow to add a proper air of respectful solemnity to the surroundings. No walls nor any fence or gate encircles it. Whatever unrest exists here is free to come and go at its pleasure.

Seven hundred and fifty-seven souls call Whitfield Cemetery home. Revolutionary and Civil War veterans reside there. As do doctors, lawyers, teachers, farmers, carpenters, housewives, husbands, children and infants. Some lead exemplary lives, others not so much, and some didn’t have time enough for either. You’ll find generations of local families buried here. Whitfield Cemetery is also the place where you’ll find the corpse of Madeline Hill.

This distinguished lady was laid to rest, if you could call it that, in the lone grave at the top of the small hill on the far side of the cemetery. Everyone calls the hill Madeline Hill, but no one really remembers why. Over time everyone just came to assume that the hill itself was named after some woman. At one point there were so many different versions of her tale that everyone was confused. Or perhaps they had been misdirected by the still living will of the woman buried in the hill. Then one day, no one really knows when, the citizens of Accord all just forgot to tell each other the story anymore.

It was once widely believed that if you put your ear to the ground at Mistress Madeline’s grave you’d hear the beating of her heart down below. If you were brave enough to do it. Deadly things happen at this particular grave. The last set of citizens who whispered about that fact, are buried on the other side of this particular graveyard.

Whitfield Cemetery has had many caretakers. None of them stay very long. One of those anonymous many wanted a small souvenir of the well known resting place he cared for before he left for good. He took a hammer and chisel to her tombstone. All he wanted was a chip. No one was sure what happened next but he was found with the chisel buried in the back of his skull. The chisel wasn’t what killed him. Apparently he had been stung to death by a swarm of mosquitoes first. The chisel came after.

Father Curran drove all the way up from New York City after having heard the story of Madeline Hill. He brought a bottle of sacramental wine to forgive Madeline her sins and consecrate her resting place in order to bring her peace. But this is a place of neither rest nor peace. As he uncorked the bottle the glass shattered. Both his wrists were sliced open. He bled to death right on the spot, with his body laying six feet above the unforgiving mistress below.

The last time anyone tried to disturb her grave was in 1962 when the Felix brothers made their foolish attempt. As the shovel pierced the ground above her corpse, one brother had a massive heart attack that killed him instantly. The other brother tripped over his own feet as he ran for help. He struck his head on her tombstone, and snapped his neck. The Felix brothers had heard the tale that Madeline had been buried with a rather rare and unique bottle of spirits and that simple found fact lead to their deaths.

Stories are powerful. The ones that come with a warning are most important. The story of Madeline Hill has faded away. People have forgotten about it. This is most unfortunate. It’s rather frightening actually because stories like this one should never be forgotten.

The Corpse of Madeline HillAmazon Bestselling author Edward Medina has found another unique and frightening story to share with you. The art of making wine is the art of capturing time in a bottle. It’s about taking living elements at the glory of their being and causing their demise in the most sublime way possible. The art of making wine is the art of capturing life and death in a bottle. The Corpse of Madeline Hill is a tale of luscious wine, eternal love, brutal murder and savage revenge set in the New York State wine regions. This short story also serves as proof that the best revenge is aged revenge.

“Edward Medina is gifted beyond measure in the art of storytelling. The Corpse of Madeline Hill jumps from the pages and swarms the senses in the best revenge tale I’ve read in years. Amazing.” – Amazon Reader

“This is a beautifully sad, somewhat strange story told in prose so colorful, so vivid, you are transported to your favorite campsite where you find yourself sitting around a fire with your friends transfixed by the orator’s voice as the tale is told.” – Author, Minnie Lahongrais 

The Corpse of Madeline Hill debuted in the Top Twenty-Five on the Amazon Bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 9 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers. The Corpse of Madeline Hill is available on Amazon.

Edward MedinaEdward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

If you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

09
Nov
13

Author Claudette Marco Interviews Edward Medina

Claudette MarcoBestselling author Edward Medina captures the beauty of writing and the limitless possibilities of the imagination in his popular novels, plays, and short stories. His books, full of excitement, thrill, and intrigue, are Amazon bestsellers in three categories: Fantasy, Action Adventure, and Horror. He has also written, produced, and directed New York Off and Off-Off Broadway plays, has had the honor of working for the iconic Jim Henson, and has even been a radio and voice over artist. He introduces us to his latest project: Four Days with Edgar A. Poe—A 19th Century Mystery, A 21st Century Crime. In this play for the New York Off-Broadway stage, Medina explores the life and legacy of one of the greatest American authors, Edgar Allan Poe. With wisdom and flair, Medina also describes what being a writer means to him in an interview for the reader, the writer, and the visionary.

CM: Tell us about how you began writing.

EM: Writing has always been with me. As a child I would cut out pictures from magazines, paste them onto construction paper, and write in descriptions next to them. I would write dialogue and put the lines in word balloons by the peoples and animals faces. When I think back I was always writing down stories and story ideas. When I was ten years old I wrote a story about a penny that escaped from the U.S. Mint. I bought little blank booklets, hand wrote copies of my story, and sold them to my friends for a penny. I was a little independent author very early on.

I was, and still am, a voracious reader. Another sign of a writer in the making. I also have a love of music, movies, and all things theatrical. Those are all forms of storytelling. Music taught me that the rhythm of the tale is important. From film I learned structure drives the plot. Theatre always reminds me that there’s an audience out there in the dark. I like to tell good stories. The story, the rhythm, the structure, and the effect words have on a reader are everything. I like stories with twists throughout. I enjoy taking my readers along for a grand adventure.

CM: Your books have very interesting premises! It Is Said, the first book in the Mathias Bootmaker and the Keepers of the Sandbox trilogy, is a dark fantasy, steampunk adventure with a lot of mystery. A Murder of Crows, Adventures of the X Pirates, is also a dark fantasy, steampunk adventure that gives the reader a unique look into the pirate legends. Were you always a fan of steampunk?

EM: Ever since I was a child reading Jules Verne. Steampunk as a movement is still a relatively new and beautiful thing but its pedigree is long, deep and rich. I’m drawn to the style and feel of the genre. I’m drawn to the inventors and inventions of that world. Then there’s the romance of it all and the true desire for optimism to triumph over pessimism. Good steampunk is full of big adventure and epic heroes.

My books have the steampunk flavor but they exist outside of the traditional settings. It Is Said is set in a world of high fantasy in the moment just before the release of the big bang. It explores science, imagination, creativity and tells us how everything we know in the universe came to be. A Murder of Crows is set in a world entirely populated with animals. Not a human being in sight. And yet they’re there. Those animals behave like we do and it’s not always pretty. I figured if it was good enough for George Orwell then it’s good enough for me.

CM: You also delve into other genres with your short stories. Awilda is an urban paranormal story about a huntress of a unique type of vampire. The public tends to categorize authors into one genre and associates any book that that author releases into that genre. But more and more authors are releasing works in various genres. Do you feel that the public is changing its views on this?

EM: I think it’s more a case of author’s changing their views. Independence means creative freedom. There is no box to keep writers in anymore. Good stories come in many forms and cross every genre. Writers should feel free to explore. If there’s a genre that drives you then follow that path. If you wake up one morning with a great story in mind, but it doesn’t fit in your norm, then step off the path for a bit and write away.

There are many traditionally published authors who do just that all the time. Two of my favorites, King and Poe, do just that. Stephen King is known for horror but not all his work fits neatly in that category. Some of his works are just wonderfully deep character studies and if you think you know King and haven’t read his YA book Dragon’s Eyes then you have quite the surprise coming. As for Poe, the man originated several genres all on his own throughout his career. I really don’t think he was consciously doing it. He was just writing what he wanted to write. What he needed to write. We should all do that. It would make the world a much more interesting place.

CM: You write, direct, and produce off- and off-off Broadway plays. How different is it writing plays to writing novels? Do you find that you favor writing one over the other?

EM: One would think that plays are easier. All dialogue. Some would think novels are easier. You have all that room for narrative. Others would think it’s the opposite for both. Too much dialogue. Too much narrative. My thing is the story is all that matters. If it’s a good story it can be told in many ways.

I have a very good friend in the music business. He’s had quite the amazing career. He told me his secret to finding a great song was to find one that sounded amazing fully produced but also sounded equally amazing being played on one instrument and unplugged. To him that was the difference between a hit song and a classic.

A good story should flourish with great narrative but it should also sing if it’s reduced down to the whisper of a private conversation. I love doing both.

4 Days CM: You have announced that you are writing a play for Off Broadway called Four Days with Edgar A. Poe—A 19th Century Mystery, A 21st Century Crime. A big fan of Edgar Allan Poe myself, tell us why you decided to take on this challenge.

EM: Poe fascinates me. Mysteries fascinate me. For as long as I can remember I have loved his work. Then I started learning about the man, the woman in his life, and the way the world, and time, had created and rose to the level of myth, the circumstances of his life. About a year ago I came across an article containing the last words of famous figures in history. Edgar’s was there. I realized I had not a clue of how he died. There were four mysterious days that no one can account for that played a role in taking the life of a brilliant and tortured genius.

The challenge was how does one tell a story about an incident that has no record of occurrence. My solution was to create a story with a contemporary mystery that has its roots in what may or may not have happened during those four days so long ago. I can use his stories and words to paint a picture of his life as it’s reflected in the life of another. I can use a modern day crime to explore what drives a person to madness and heartbreak.

Poe’s last words were “Lord help my poor soul!” Or was it, as some have reported, one word, “Reynolds!’ Or was it misunderstood. Was it really, “Renounced!” Like I said, I love a good mystery.

CM: As a bestselling author and a kind-hearted person, you are someone to look up to. Do you have any advice for writers out there just starting?

EM: Read. Write. Create. Dream. Always be open to learning. Don’t be afraid. Find a story you love. Stick with it. Finish it. Edit. Edit. Edit. Now that it’s really finished get it out there. Buck the system. Be a proud independent author. Find your audience. Help them find your work. Respect their support. Support your fellow authors because we are most assuredly all in this together. Then repeat it all again with your next story, and the next, and the next. And remember to enjoy your life while you do it.

I thank you for those kind words you said about me. I’m far from perfect and I prefer that people look each other in the eye. I’m here in New York, and out there with my stories, slugging it out like other hard working creative types. I really try to conduct myself in the way I was raised by my mother and my grandmother. Be fair. Care about other people. Believe that different is good and special. Try and help when you can and sometimes when you can’t. Work hard and be true to who you are no matter what. It took me a long time to become the person I am. It took me a long time to put together everything they taught me. I’m pretty happy with the way I turned out, and if that makes other people happy then I say join the party, the more the merrier.

CM: How do you picture yourself in the future?

EM: In a boat, on a river, with tangerine trees, and marmalade skies. ;-)

Alice Author PicAmazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

If you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

This interview first appeared on www.claudettemarco.com. For more information on Claudette Marco please visit her site and follow her on twitter.

09
Nov
13

77WABC NYC – Laura Smith Interviews Edward Medina

77WABC Laura SmithI had the great joy of being interviewed by Laura Smith on New York City’s legendary radio station 77WABC for her show “The Saturday Cafe with Laura Smith”.

We talked indie publishing, steampunk, writing, theatre, and Edgar Allan Poe. Not too shabby. Laura was poised, professional, elegant, charming and funny. Don’t get me started on her smooth as velvet voice. Needless to say I was thrilled to be there. I hadn’t been in front of a live mic since my college radio days at WBAU where I had my own show. Laura and her team made me feel welcomed and comfortable. The questions were spot on and the conversation was a blast. I would be on her show again in a heartbeat.

Click on the file below to listen to the entire interview. I hope you enjoy! ;-)

“The Saturday Cafe with Laura Smith” airs 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm on 77WABC Radio and streams live on WABCRADIO.com

Alice Author PicAmazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

If you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

12
Jun
13

Awilda

Awilda Lips

Awilda made an observation last night that made her laugh out loud on the subway. Chicken in a can shouldn’t come in liquid. It’s just wrong. We accept it with tuna. Fish are meant to be in liquid. Chickens are air breathers. Awilda often had thoughts like that. Quick random shots through the dark that made her laugh out loud, or cry quite a lot. She liked to laugh. She didn’t like the crying at all. The laughing helped her forget the dark things. The crying reminded her that the laughing was a lie.

Awilda killed her first vampire when she was six years old. He was a child just like she was. He attacked her and she stabbed him in the heart. Just like that. Nice and easy. She was young, but she knew exactly what he was. She had seen the movies. She knew Bela Lugosi when she saw him. So Awilda killed him and buried his body in the abandoned building where it happened.

There were questions. There were police and an investigation. The boy was a friend, of a friend, of a friend, so no one really talked to her about the incident. They couldn’t find him for a long time and then the questions stopped. They never found the body. Just a few years ago the building was demolished. They built a church on that spot. Awilda laughed a lot when she heard they had done that.

Awilda was a demure young lady of twenty-six now, with an indefatigable mind in a myriad of places. She was very pretty. Not too thin. Not too heavy. She was a bit on the tall side with lots of leg. Her flesh was creamy white with light pink tones. The vampires loved her for all those lovely attributes. They were all foolishly drawn to her because of them. Awilda was her own secret weapon.

She loved her full breasts. She loved the weight of them in her hands. She was also quite fond of her derriere. It was round and plump. Whenever she couldn’t sleep she would lay on her side, close her eyes, and slowly breathe three deep breaths while she caressed all her curves. The sensation would always lull her into dreamtime. Awilda loved her body. She started to develop her shapely presence when she turned thirteen. That’s when she killed her second vampire.

Awilda2This short story from Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina was originally intended for an anthology submission. But Edward fell in love with Awilda, and decided to keep her all to himself. Now it’s time for him to share her with you.

The story of Awilda is an urban paranormal trip through the mind of a dedicated hunter. A hunter specifically designed to kill a very particular form of vampire. Believing it to be her mission since birth, Awilda puts a meticulously planned set of events in motion in order to eradicate the world of this infestation. Good girl by day, holy terror by night, Awilda is not the type of woman you’ll soon forget.

Awilda has charmed her way to number 2 on the Amazon bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 13 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers. Awilda is available on Amazon and is intended for mature readers.

Alice Author PicAmazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

If you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

20
Feb
13

The Life Of Warren Bronck

early_morning_rowboat

Warren Bronck had had enough, so he took a rowboat out to sea and found himself an unpopulated island. He had grown tired of all the jibber jabber, falderal, and twaddle of the populous at large. All he wanted was a place to fish that was all his own. All he wanted was some peace and quiet.

Everyone knows that pelicans are natural fishers of the seas. Everyone knows that they are jovial, even tempered, celebratory creatures. Warren Bronck was a pelican but he was none of those other things. If you encountered him in the morning he was usually grumpy. By evening he was usually using a great deal of salty language.

Other than his temperament Warren was a striking figure of a pelican. He was tall, big chested, and had a deep rich voice. To most he seemed distinguished and charming. In truth he was such a master of the obvious and ironic that no one could tell when he was deriding them. What Warren thought was a painful verbal barb others took to be funny, wise, and sometimes sage advice from an elder.

The proud pelican’s pronouncements weren’t always confused and misunderstood. In the beginning he laughed with his mates and everyone was in on the joke. A sarcastic taunt from Warren was accepted as a badge of honor and everyone would roar with laughter. Inherit a nickname from the bird and it was yours for life. If today was the day for you to be the specific target of a majority of his taunts and teasings, you accepted it, and by day’s end you relished in it.

Then one day Warren changed.

Everyone knew the day it happened. Everyone knew that day would have a profound effect on their friend and colleague. Everyone deals with days like that in their own way. Warren dealt with it by changing into something he really wasn’t. Everyone else dealt with it by believing that nothing, not even Warren, had changed. But everything had changed and that change was most profound in the life of Warren Bronck.

04. DFJThank you for reading this excerpt from THE DEMISE OF FOXY JACK by Amazon bestselling fantasy and action adventure author Edward Medina.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is the tale of three islands.

One is the home of those who fish the seas for their keep. The second is the hidden home of a famous ghost ship and her cutthroat crew. The third is a fortress built seventy miles offshore from the southernmost point of the Empire.

One is where you’ll find a hero in the making, on the run from a tainted past and a broken heart. The second is where you’ll find a villain with death and destruction on his mind. The third holds a young and angry Queen along with her military advisors and a plan of annihilation.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is the first novella in the Adventures of the X Pirates series. Readers have made A Murder of Crows, the prolog to these tales, an Amazon top ten bestseller in both the fantasy and action adventure categories.

This next installment will tell us how Foxy Jack became a reluctant leader, what horrors mad Captain Nightthorn has unleashed, and the revenge Queen Anastasia has planned to answer his deadly mischief. There’s a travelling troupe of actors, a gang of clever grifters, a sect of stealthy spies, and we’ll learn what happens when Karma, Fate and Destiny join these dark pirate rogueries.

The Demise of Foxy Jack returns you to a world full of epic fantasy and steampunk adventure, where nothing is what it seems and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is the story of three islands, the characters that are in residence there, and the dreams and nightmares that drive them.

The voyage begins in earnest this summer.

03. XPnewA Murder of Crows  is currently available on Amazon.comThis  Amazon top ten fantasy and action adventure bestseller has received 24 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, authors, teachers, and bloggers.

Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

Alice Author PicIf you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

17
Feb
13

From The Pen Of Foxy Jack

pirate quill pen

My end of days is near. I can feel it. The Grim Reaper is just around the corner of my every aged turn. I can hear her siren song calling to me. I might be exaggerating slightly. I’m known to have a flair for the dramatic.

I will not apologize for the life I have led. I have enjoyed great joys and felt deep sorrows. I have loved and been loved. I broke a dear heart once, and had mine irrevocably broken in return. I have ended some lives by my own hand. Many have died at my word. I don’t know why I have been allowed to live. It appears that fortune truly favors the foolish.

But for a choice or two, the turn of a key in a different lock, or a path in the road not taken, I could have been a different soul. Upon my death I hope that I am not judged too harshly. To that end, I have decided to put my life, and the circumstances that surrounded it to paper. I have a case to compile for my judgment day. I have a story to tell.

Archibald ‘Foxy Jack’ Leach

On the 7th day of the Owl’s Moon

in the Year of the Firefly

04. DFJThank you for reading this excerpt from THE DEMISE OF FOXY JACK by Amazon bestselling fantasy and action adventure author Edward Medina.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is the tale of three islands.

One is the home of those who fish the seas for their keep. The second is the hidden home of a famous ghost ship and her cutthroat crew. The third is a fortress built seventy miles offshore from the southernmost point of the Empire.

One is where you’ll find a hero in the making, on the run from a tainted past and a broken heart. The second is where you’ll find a villain with death and destruction on his mind. The third holds a young and angry Queen along with her military advisors and a plan of annihilation.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is the first novella in the Adventures of the X Pirates series. Readers have made A Murder of Crows, the prolog to these tales, an Amazon top ten bestseller in both the fantasy and action adventure categories.

This next installment will tell us how Foxy Jack became a reluctant leader, what horrors mad Captain Nightthorn has unleashed, and the revenge Queen Anastasia has planned to answer his deadly mischief. There’s a travelling troupe of actors, a gang of clever grifters, a sect of stealthy spies, and we’ll learn what happens when Karma, Fate and Destiny join these dark pirate rogueries.

The Demise of Foxy Jack returns you to a world full of epic fantasy and steampunk adventure, where nothing is what it seems and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is the story of three islands, the characters that are in residence there, and the dreams and nightmares that drive them.

The voyage begins in earnest this summer.

03. XPnewA Murder of Crows  is currently available on Amazon.com. This Amazon and Goodreads top ten fantasy and action adventure bestseller has received 24 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, authors, teachers, and bloggers.

Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

Alice Author PicIf you’d like more information on Edward’s work, visit his website, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.

23
Nov
12

Voices In The Forest

There were no starlights in this place. No moons. No other worlds in the night sky. The darkness in this forest was complete.

Mathias had travelled the only road from town as far as he could. He had stepped off of the path and felt his way through what was now a dense patch of overgrown roots and bare prickly bushes until he found the pond and the long flat rock.

He had been sitting alone deep in the forest for what seemed like several hours. It took that much time for his eyes to adjust to the thick blanket of endless gloom that surrounded him

He could see now. There was a barely perceptible source of light coming from somewhere, but Mathias couldn’t tell from where. He could just make out the leafless trees that populated this lifeless forest. In the time that he sat, there was not one sound of life. There were no creatures of the night. Mathias was sure there were no creatures of the day either.

The tall trees were an angry tangled mass, and in the darkness, the thin, gnarly branches above seemed like fingers. Fingers on hands waiting to scratch and snatch at the unsuspecting. Trunks seemed to have faces. Eyes. Lips. Teeth. Fog from the cold night mist intertwined itself around these hollow faces adding sorrow to their already tortured features.

This place was not Sandbox Harbor. This place couldn’t possibly be the world in which his father and mother lived. All those people and all their children couldn’t be part of a community that was this grey and doom swept. In this eerie place, full of so much sadness, Mathias could understand why in this village, these people and their children had either gone or were in hiding.

Looming over all of this, was the castle in the sky. Mathias really couldn’t see it, but it was there. It was always there. He could feel it drawing him in and it was succeeding. Mouse said no one ever goes to the castle, but Mathias was convinced it was there that he would find the rider and the boy.

Mathias was still trying to wrap his mind around the moment Mouse was taken. The rider came out of nowhere. He was a blur, a deliberate, mean, calculated blur. He was a razor thin skeleton in black and red. He wore a long black cape with a hood to hide his face. Tall black boots. Black pants. A black blouse. A long red vest trimmed in black and black gloves trimmed in red.

Mathias wasn’t sure he was ready to face the rider again or go to the dark castle, but he would if it meant saving the boy.

Suddenly this soundless world produced a chilling echo. The echo echoed throughout the dense black forest.

“Someone help me!”

It was the cry of a child.  Mathias stood up on the long flat rock.

“Mouse,” he shouted, “is that you?”

Mathias waited. Just when he thought his imagination had created the voice, he heard it again.

“Please help me!”

This was the voice of a young girl and she was terrified.

Mathias tried desperately to find the child through the darkness, but he couldn’t see well enough to locate her. She was everywhere in the forest around him. Running. Crying. Screaming. But he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Run to my voice!” he cried out.

He could hear her coming closer. She was so close, he could feel her fear.

“Someone help me, please!”

This voice was in front of him. It was coming right at him. Even in this darkness, Mathias understood there was no one there. This was just a voice. Then she passed right through him and in that instant, he saw her.

A pretty, little blonde girl dressed as a princess. She was so scared. She looked so confused. Mathias could feel that she was heartbroken. Then she was gone, and the forest fell into a deafening silence.

But this time Mathias was not alone. The pretty, little blonde girl had left him with her fear as his companion. Tears began to well up inside of him. Her sense of desperation was so complete. Her feelings of hopelessness rang through his body. His heart hurt from her pain.

Then he heard hoof beats. This sound he knew. This sound he remembered. This sound made him run. He scrambled and tripped. He fell, but kept running. Low-lying branches snatched at him. Prickly bushes scratched at him and still he ran.

Mathias snagged his foot on a tree root and crashed to the ground. He could only lay there as the hoof beats came down upon him, and then passed over him. Like the pretty, little blonde girl, there was no rider. Only the ghost of the rider. Only the echo of a memory.

The forest fell silent again.

Mathias picked himself up and gradually found his way back to the path. He resumed his journey away from the madness of the village, through the lunacy of the forest and towards the sure insanity of the castle in the sky. At this moment the mind of Mathias Bootmaker was twisted. He could no longer tell the real from the unreal. His mind and his body were weak. He needed to rest.

As he walked he searched for the puzzle pieces. Some were there. Some were not. He was beginning to not care. There were new ones. Dark ones. Strange ones. None of them fit together. None of it mattered anymore. Mathias was alone in a world he did not know. He was lonely in a place where isolation seemed a given, and he had lost a child that was lost himself.

Mathias counted each uncertain step he took. Each step was getting him closer to Mouse. The sand on the path was still dark, but it was beginning to shimmer. With each step he took, Mathias could see more of it. He could also see there was a turn in the path. He could see because there was a source of light up ahead of him.

He started moving faster through the turn, but he remained cautious. He spotted a large boulder just off the path. He stayed low and ran to it. It provided him cover to spy on the scene taking place just beyond him.

There was what appeared to be an inn or tavern at the side of the road. The light came from two brass lanterns hanging on long poles set on either side of the small path leading to its door. The door was open, and a man was standing beside a carriage that had stopped in front of the establishment.

The small, burly man wore a long, filthy apron. His rolled up sleeves exposed his big muscular arms. He wore loose-fitting work pants and his work boots were unlaced. The man ran his thick fingers through his unkempt red hair. He was desperately trying to improve his appearance for the occupant of the carriage.

He wiped his hands, front and back, on the apron and gingerly reached out with his right hand, palm up.

A hand reached out from the carriage window. It was very much like a child’s hand, but aged. The occupant dropped seven silver coins, one by one, onto the innkeeper’s waiting palm. The burly man bowed. He then went to the back of the carriage and began to turn a heavily tarnished key set into the rear of the coach. A ratcheting sound could be heard with each turn.

The man knocked twice on the roof and the carriage lurched forward.

Mathias was fascinated by the conveyance. Its dainty size was more for a child than it was for an adult. It was obvious that it had once been a beautiful piece of craftsmanship that was no longer cared for. But the thing that was most curious about the carriage was that it had no driver and no horses.

It had the classic shape of a covered horse drawn carriage but it moved entirely under its own power. It was a very well designed, very sophisticated mechanical toy.

The large windup toy travelled to the end of the road where a jumble of trees and branches and roots blocked any further passage. The plaything did not stop. It travelled right into the blockade. It seemed to melt right through it.

The innkeeper stood and watched this happen. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the vehicle’s mystical exit. Once the carriage was gone, he counted each coin, one by one, one hand to the other. Convinced he had not been cheated, he pocketed the bounty and with a noticeable limp, stepped back into the inn.

Having no other choice, Mathias walked towards the small structure. Its construction was sound, but its haphazard collection of construction materials gave it an unbalanced appearance. Woods of various sizes and shapes blended with stones of various weights and colors. Brick and mortar framed the door and windows and large lumbering logs created a tall, imposing roof.

When Mathias arrived at the door, he found his only clue to the name of this establishment.

A weathered rope was looped around a large rusted nail that had long ago been embedded into the center of the door. The rope was tied on either end to a fractured plank of wood.

Carved and burned into the plank was the image of a house on one side and what Mathias believed to be a representation of the castle in the sky on the other. A series of lines connected the two structures, and at their center was a large X.

The castle in the sky was his destination. The small house was the village he had come from. The lines were the road he was walking on, and the mark at its center was where he stood. Anyone travelling in either direction would find this spot the middle of their journey.

This place was the Inn Between.

Mathias tried peeking through the two large windows at the front of the inn. There was faint light coming from within, but the decorative etched glass provided no view. Not knowing what to expect, he slowly pushed the door open and took one step over the threshold.

01. mbks1I hope you’ve enjoyed reading Chapter Seven of It Is Said (MBKS1) by Edward Medina. The complete book is available at amazon.com.

This Amazon top ten action adventure and fantasy bestseller has received 22 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, authors, teachers, and bloggers. Perhaps it’s time for you to explore the world of Mathias Bootmaker. Welcome fellow traveler and enjoy!!

Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina is a native New Yorker who was raised by his mother and grandmother to believe that life is an adventure best lived to the fullest. To that end he has lived his life on the edge of creative possibility.

Over time, Edward has been a radio and voice over artist. He built a significant career as a producer, director and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson. He then went on to become a theme park designer. For fun, he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood, a sometime magician. Although, at this point in his life, the magic he creates is more for the page as an author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic steampunk adventures.

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Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators.




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