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Magic of Solstice Tour Featuring Debbie Manber Kupfer

Welcome to the 7th day of the Magic of Solstice Fantasy Writers’ Tour 2015!

250x250 ButtonIf you haven’t done so already, you can follow the tour on Facebook. Tomorrows hosts are Rebecca Jaycox and C.B. MacGillavry. I’ll also be sharing an excerpt from Shadow Stalker: Shadows’ Betrayal (Episode 3) and Part 2 of my Shadow Stalker Scavenger Hunt! Today I’ll be featuring an excerpt from Debbie Manber Kupfer’s upcoming novel, Maze of Shadows (P.A.W.S. 3). 

Debbie Manber Kupfer grew up in London and lived in Israel, before somehow ended up in St. Louis, where she works as a puzzle constructor and writer. She lives with her husband, two children, and a very opinionated feline. She is the author of P.A.W.S and Argentum and has short stories in several anthologies including Fauxpocalypse, Shades of Fear, Darkly Never After, Sins of the Past, and Heroes & Villains. She believes that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything!

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About P.A.W.S.

When Miri’s grandmother dies, she takes with her the family secret. Miri finds herself alone and abandoned in a St. Louis boarding school. But she is about to discover the secret isn’t dead. Taunted by bullies, Miri is shocked to learn she possesses a secret power. It can save her… but can it save those she loves? After she is befriended by others with the same strange, magical powers, her history comes alive. And with it, Miri’s fate becomes more dangerous. Join Miri on a mysterious and supernatural journey with her new friends, members of an underground St. Louis society known as the Partnership for Animagi, Werewolves, and Shapeshifters, better known as P.A.W.S.

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About Argentum (P.A.W.S. 2)

Argentum . . . silver. Magical powers.

The death of Alistair has brought a measure of peace and calm to those at P.A.W.S., but his silver charm remains in Miri’s possession and it seems to almost have a life of its own.

Nightmares and questions torment Miri until the charm mysteriously disappears and Jessamyn seeks help from Quentin, who claims to have repented his past association with Alistair. But can he be trusted?

And what of Jenna, a young girl once held captive by Alistair who carries a terrible secret—a secret that could determine the future of P.A.W.S.


The Perils of Potion Making by Debbie Manber Kupfer: An extract from the forthcoming, Maze of Shadows (P.A.W.S. 3)

During the month of April I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo.  I used the month to finish the first draft of P.A.W.S. 3, that I began writing in November. I was delighted when a few days into April an old friend reappeared in my story. Like with children if you’re a writer you’re not supposed to have favorites, but yet we all do, and one of mine is the old Welsh magician, Gromer the Green, who are first introduced in P.A.W.S. 2, Argentum.

So, here’s a sneak peak snippet from P.A.W.S. 3. Enjoy!

It took three days for Max and Gromer to gather the ingredients. The bogwump toenails were particularly challenging. They hunted the creature down to a dank cave about five miles away from Gromer’s castle. They watched him prepare for bed, combing his shaggy green locks, brushing his pointy blue teeth and finally laying down on his bed under an enormous blanket with pictures of gnomes on the side. But he couldn’t sleep, he toss and turned, getting up several times to relieve himself on a huge chamber pot that sat in the corner of the cave.

Finally as the bogwump settled under his blanket for the umpteenth time, Gromer crept on and hands and knees and sitting just inches from his large protruding ears started singing. He sang a haunting Welsh lullaby, which as Gromer would explain to Max later, he had learnt from his mother. “Ya, my mammy would sing me that song on nights when I couldn’t sleep because I’d eaten too much pea soup.”

By the time Gromer had finished the second verse, the bogwump was snoring. Gromer beckoned Max forward and together they gazed at the small creature with the impossibly large feet. The feet stunk like aged gorgonzola and Max gagged several times as he gave the bogwump a pedicure.

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