Guest Post: LK Rigel
Lucy, thanks so much for hosting Give Me, A Fairy Tale for its blog tour kickoff day. Piccadilly Woo is a story from the world of Give Me about the time Beverly ran away to London before she became Countess Dumnos. I’ll be sharing scenes from the story over the course of the tour, beginning here.
Piccadilly Woo – scene 1
“It doesn’t matter.” Beverly Bratton leaned forward from the back of the black London cab. She wanted to go to Piccadilly Circus, but pedestrians jammed Regent Street and made it impossible for the taxi to go forward.
She needed to move her body. This morning at Tintagos Halt she’d caught the train as the sun was coming up, and after so many stops and delays she’d reached London at three o’clock. It felt like she’d been sitting her whole life.
Pretty ironic. The truth was she was running. Running away from Lord Dumnos. She shuddered, remembering his marriage proposal. Was it only yesterday? I don’t pretend to love you, and I don’t ask you to pretend to love me. How convenient!
Which was exactly what he was proposing, a marriage of convenience. The old man needed an heir. How Georgette Heyer of him!
“Just let me out here.”
On the street she shifted the weight of her suitcase and stepped on the foot of a giant rabbit. He squeaked and said, “A treat for the sweet!” and handed her something from the wicker basket on his arm. The injured rabbit skipped away as well as he could.
As Beverly stuffed the delicious chocolate brownie into her mouth, a rather grownup-looking Alice came through the crowd crying, “Has anyone seen a white rabbit?”
London was wonderful! Beverly had forgotten today was Halloween.
Piccadilly Circus was even more crowded than Regent Street and lined with street vendors peddling used records, handmade clothes and jewelry, candles, and antiques. At one stall, she spotted a huge bag, a patchwork of silk, satin, and wool lined with cotton. Its greatest attraction was a wide cloth strap.
As she transferred her belongings to the bag, the vendor eyed her suitcase. “What are you going to do with this?” She was so tiny, when she stood the case on end it reached her hip.
“Good point,” Beverly said. “I don’t want to carry it around until I go back to Tintagos.”
At the mention of the village, the vendor’s eyes lit up. “A Dumnos girl, huh. Come to see the big city? How about we trade for something?”
“Your necklace?” Beverly immediately regretted the offer as the vendor’s eyes widened and her hand shot protectively to her throat. As she fingered the choker woven of brown cord, the green of her irises seemed to deepen.
“Not for sale or trade, love.” A smile, faintly wicked, curled the vendor’s lips. “But you need a Halloween costume. I’ve got just the thing.” She said her name was Cissa and that she was from Dumnos too. She dressed Beverly in white patent leather boots, fishnet stockings and a plaid miniskirt, and a fringed leather jacket.
“Take this, love.” Cissa handed Beverly a lipstick, so pale pink it looked white. “It’s the piece of resistance.” She laughed at her own joke and held up a mirror.
“Is that a magic mirror?” Beverly said. “I look gorgeous.” Cissa had loaded her up with eyeliner and mascara. With her straight black hair and thick bangs, Beverly was the image of a ‘60s go-go girl.
“It’s not the mirror.” A man on the street stepped behind Cissa’s table and handed her a small paper sack. “I brought you one of the sticky buns you like. Who’s your friend?”
“Beverly, meet my brother, Dan.” Cissa said through a mouthful of sticky bun. “Watch out. He’s a handful.”
Dan was over a foot taller than Cissa, lean but muscular. He had ginger hair, and his green eyes were like hers but strangely brilliant, like jewels in the sun. His gaze traveled over Beverly, and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he reached the fishnet stockings. His hand moved to the Nikon camera that dangled from his neck. He wore a cord necklace like his sister’s.
Beverly’s body seemed to have a mind of its own. If spontaneous combustion were real, she’d burst into flame right there.
Catch Piccadilly Woo – scene 2 on the next stop of the Give Me book tour.
Give Me: a fairy tale
Copyright 2011 L.K. Rigel
Published by LK Rigel
Edited by Debra L. Martin
Cover by Robin Ludwig Design
A young witch with a good heart. Two lovers in mortal danger. A spell that ends in disaster.
Lilith Evergreen lives in the California desert, an ordinary woman until her fiancé returns from London with a ring he bought from a street vendor. When Lilith puts it on she dreams of a green land that’s anything but desert, a tree at cliff’s edge, a ruined castle, and a handsome prince.
Then she discovers that it’s all real.
When Lilith visits the ruins of Tintagos Castle, she discovers a world of magic and love – and its dark side when she’s entangled in the remnants of an ancient spell gone bad. From the moment Lilith sees Cade Bausiney, she’s overwhelmed with desire for him. Cade is drawn to Lilith too – but their feelings might only be sparked by dark and dangerous magic.
Lilith and Cade must break the old spell or be forever possessed by spirits who’ve waited a millennium to consummate their love.
LK Rigel lives in California with her television-watching cat, Coleridge. (His favorite show is Castle, but he was enthralled by Game of Thrones.) Rigel wrote songs for the 90’s band The Elements, scored the independent science fantasy karate movie Lucid Dreams, and was a reporter for the Sacramento Rock ‘N Roll News. Her work has appeared in Literary Mama and Tattoo Highway.
Rigel writes the postapocapunk “Apocalypto” series about the end of the world and the new reality in which the gods return to save humanity from itself – and end up fighting with each other.
Her short story “Slurp” about an author with muse problems on Halloween is included in DEADLY TREATS, Anne Frasier’s Halloween anthology published by Nodin Press.
Her latest book, GIVE ME, is an adult fairy tale about possession.