Bewitching Book Tour — P.L. Blair

  I’ll like to welcome P.L. Blair to my blog today. She touring with the Bewitching Book Tour, and she was gracious enough to send me a blog post about characters. If you enjoy this post, please go to Bewitching Book Tours to find out more about her tour.

A blurb and first chapter of her book is also included.

Here you go, P. L.

Where Do You Get Your Characters?

People ask me that question. And … in honesty …

I’m not entirely sure of the answer. I think my subconscious does a lot of the work – maybe most of it. All my conscious brain has to do is keep up.

Kat Morales and Tevis Mac Leod – the human and elf detectives I introduce in Shadow Path – came to me as physical images, but I didn’t know much more about them until I started writing. Kat took shape for me as I wrote her thoughts, her dialog – her actions.

For Tevis, I had an image in mind – an actor in a role that fit my mental picture of what an elf should look like – and who had a wonderful voice and an intriguing accent.

That’s about all I have for any of my characters initially. They have a reality for me – like meeting someone at a social event. You start with a name, a description, and you learn more as you interact with this individual.

It’s a very organic growth.

It sometimes brings surprises. Shadow Path, for example, starts with Kat and Tevis checking out the corpse of an ogre – gathering evidence. And in the midst of this, Kat asks Tevis, “What do you See?”

Not “Can you see anything?” or “Do you see anything?” But …

“What do you See?” With a capital S. Kat isn’t fishing; she expects Tevis to have an answer.

And … Tevis has an answer. The killer was someone the ogre knew. “Someone,” Tevis says, “he feared.”

It happens that elves have the ability, if they lay their hands on a corpse, to See how that individual died – to See the last few seconds of that person’s life.

I didn’t plan on that when I sat down at the keyboard and typed “Chapter 1” at the top of the page. The idea came light a lightning-flash out of a midnight sky, unexpected. Serendipitous.

Straight from the subconscious, through my fingers, onto the computer screen as I write.

I love when that happens.

Sometimes I don’t feel so much like a writer as an observer, watching – listening – to Kat, Tevis, the other characters who come and go in my books. I love it. I enjoy watching these people grow and develop.

Just as in real life, I’m always learning something new.

Author bio:

P.L. Blair was born and grew up in Tyler, Texas; lived 10 years in the Corpus Christi/Rockport area before moving to Sheridan, Wyo., in the mid-1980s. She returned to Rockport in 2008 to be closer to family, but she continues to spend summers in Sheridan. She has worked for more than 30 years as a newspaper reporter. She wrote Shadow Path, the first novel in her Portals fantasy/detective series, in 2007, and followed it with three more ? Stormcaller, Deathtalker and Sister Hoods.

Shadow Path has recently been released as an ebook, available on Kindle.

In addition to her human family, Blair shares her life with two basset hounds, a longhaired dachshund and two cats ? all rescued.

The basset hound in the photo is Shilo.

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Here’ s the  blurb and first chapter of Shadow Path for your enjoyment.

The Ogre is dead, what’s left of the murder weapon – a rune-inscribed sword – still in his liquefying remains.

That’s just the beginning for Kat Morales, a Human detective with the Corpus Christi, Texas, police department and her Elf partner, Tevis.  The two soon find themselves awash in Pixies, Magic of the Blackest kind, and a trail theat leads into Tevis’ past, to a former lover, now a necromancer, who wants to extinguish her old flame – permanently.

This first book in P.L. Blair’s “Portals” fantasy adventure series begins at a time in Earth’s not-too-distant future when magical portals are opened between the world we now know and the “otherside,” a parallel world filled with magic and all manner of magical creatures and beings. The “Portals” series will launch you on a wonderous journey of imagining what it would be like if magic and creatures of myth and legend were to suddenly step into our world for real.

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Book Trailer:

Chapter One

of P.L. Blair’s

Shadow Path

Ogres looked – and smelled – bad enough in life. Death magnified those uncharming qualities, especially the smell, something like a cross between rotting fish and open sewer. Kat found herself swallowing again and again against the urge of her stomach to empty itself.
If she’d seen this coming, she would’ve skipped breakfast.
Tevis, kneeling beside the body, seemed unfazed. With his short-cropped blond hair, wearing a pale gray summer-casual suit (white shirt, no tie), he could have passed for one of the young attorneys who worked in the law offices that lined the surrounding streets. Except, of course, for the pointed ears that marked him as an Elf, and the white, department-issued rubber gloves similar to those Kat wore.
“Almost done?” he asked in his strange accent that was slightly Scottish and slightly … something else.
“Almost,” Kat said. Sense of duty overcame revulsion, and she raised the digicam and took two more shots, slightly different views, of the corpse. The Ogre lay face-down on the street just at the edge of the alley, its head twisted to one side. The one eye she could see was open. She slowly surveyed the kill site: North Carancahua Street, midway between Antelope and Leopard, just a few blocks from the Nueces County Courthouse Complex. The killer had nerve.
Tevis looked up at her, his eyes, blue as high-mountain lakes, dazzling in their intensity.
She nodded in response to the question he didn’t put into words. The coroner had been here when she and Tevis had arrived. He’d officially pronounced the Ogre dead, said he’d wait for the autopsy before any further rulings, packed up and left. For now, the body was Kat’s jurisdiction — and her partner’s. “Roll him over. Let’s see what the front looks like.”
Tevis made the task look effortless — which amazed Kat, considering the Ogre even in its present condition had to weigh 300 pounds or more, and the Elf’s 5-foot-8-inch frame (only two inches taller than Kat) couldn’t have weighed more than 150 soaking wet. Kat would have helped him, except he had made it clear on previous occasions that he neither wanted nor needed help.
The dead Ogre flopped onto its back, a small pool of dark, nearly black, stuff — what passed for Ogre blood — marking the place where the creature had been.
“Not much blood,” Tevis remarked as Kat shot views of the Ogre’s front.
“Most of it’s in the dumpster,” Kat said. “He must’ve pretty well bled out by the time he was found.” She brushed a limp strand of auburn hair off her forehead. Not even 8 o’clock, and the temperature was already pushing 90, and God only knew what the humidity was. It had to be in the eighties at least. Today was going to be a scorcher, even for July in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Tevis sat back from the corpse. It amazed Kat that he could be so unaware of the heat or humidity. True, the jacket he wore was summer-weight, but still. Kat had left her jacket in the car, stripped down to a sleeveless green tee over her tan slacks, and she still felt wilted. The Elf directed his gaze toward the crowds being held in check by the yellow police line, nodded at two figures who stood a little apart from both the crowd and the uniformed officers. “Is that the one who discovered the body? The one the lieutenant is speaking with?”
Kat inclined her head. “His name’s Ed Lewiston. He’s a dumpster diver.”
“Not a street person,” Tevis said. “He is dressed too well.”
“He calls himself a ‘pre-cycler.’ Says it’s his job to save the good stuff people throw away.” Kat took another, more thoughtful look at Lewiston in his gray slacks and pale blue shirt, a middle-aged male trying to look ten years younger. Maybe he’d be a bit more careful of going into other people’s trash after today.
The Elf returned his attention to the body, probing with long, slender fingers. After a moment, “I have found, I believe, the cause of death.” He parted a few strands of the bristly hair that covered the Ogre’s chest, sat back again to give Kat a clearer view.
She snapped off two photos of what she saw before she lowered the digicam and let herself think about it. “A stab wound. But — Ogres can’t be stabbed! Their stone hides …”
“You are thinking of trolls,” Tevis said. “Ogre skin is true flesh, not stone.” He probed the wound while he spoke. “Although,” his voice dropped to a murmur, barely audible, “it still requires a formidable weapon to penetrate.”
Kat stuffed the digicam into her shirt pocket and went down on one knee on the other side of the body. “What do you See?” She pulled off the gloves she’d been wearing, spent a couple of minutes wriggling her fingers, enjoying the feel of not having anything on her skin before pulling a second pair of rubber lab gloves from a pants pocket. Even dusted inside with baby powder, the gloves too quickly left her hands hot and sticky-wet with sweat in this weather. Finally, she pulled the fresh pair on. Somewhere a siren wailed, and a gull passing overhead called out as if in answer.
“A fragment of the weapon remains in the wound,” Tevis said at last, though Kat had a feeling he was thinking out loud, talking to himself rather than her. “The blade was not powerful enough to resist breakage. We will learn more once we get the body to the lab.”
“The killer,” Kat pressed. “The wound is in front. The Ogre had to have seen his killer.”
Tevis inclined his head. “And it was someone known to him. More — It was someone he feared. That much I can See. But I cannot See a face. It is clouded by a Magic more powerful than I can penetrate.”
Kat arched an eyebrow. “A Practitioner?”
Another slight nod. “Or else a True Wizard. I feel Magic of the blackest kind. It has left a residue.”
“Cold?” Kat asked. Humans lacked the Elven sensitivity to the feel of Magic, but Tevis had explained it to her. Beneficial Magic felt warm. Black Magic felt cold.
“So cold,” Tevis affirmed, “that it burns.” He turned his attention from the wound to the the denim cutoffs the corpse wore. “Ogres do not usually wear Human garments.” He sounded vaguely surprised. Then he shrugged and set to work exploring the pockets of the jeans.
Kat retrieved the digicam and took photos of the objects that emerged. There wasn’t much — three brightly colored paper clips, two oversized marbles, an empty plastic bag.
“Ogres are like those little animals that collect odd materials for their nests,” Tevis said.
“Packrats,” Kat filled in as he visibly struggled for the word.
“Yes. They — Ogres I mean — are big and strong, and they are attracted to shiny objects. But they are not overly bright.”
“So,” having snapped the last picture, Kat lowered the camera, “was our friend here an innocent victim? Someone in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
Tevis flashed one of his rare smiles in his partner’s direction. “Ogres are seldom innocent, even when they appear to be doing nothing. Nor are they chance targets for thieves. They like shiny objects, but cash has no importance to them.”
“So,” Kat said, “unless our Ogre somehow acquired a pocketful of, say, gold nuggets …”
“Which someone would have to know about, which rules out a chance mugging.”
“Sounds like you two are cookin’ up theories already.” Lieutenant Ed Harley, soft drawl and amiable manner masking a core of purest steel, joined his junior officers. He focused gray eyes on Kat. “What’ve we got, Morales?”
“Ogre male, age …” She shrugged. Who knew with Ogres? “Stabbed in the chest, just below the rib cage.”
“The angle of the wound suggests the killer was Kathryn’s height or smaller,” Tevis interjected. His hands continued to deftly explore the corpse while he spoke. “No other apparent wounds. But this one would have been sufficient. It penetrated the heart.”
“Tevis says part of the weapon is still in the body,” Kat resumed. “From the condition of the body, rough guess I’d say he’s been dead at least twelve hours. That would put the murder around 7, 8 last night at the latest.”
“Early enough that someone might still have been around, maybe have seen somethin’,” Harley speculated aloud.
Kat inclined her head. “Maybe Tevis and I should visit a couple of offices later today, see if anybody was working late. As for the body,” she shrugged, “we’ll know more after an autopsy. Hopefully whatever’s left of the weapon will tell us something.”
“Kathryn.” Tevis’s voice interrupted again, his tone telling his partner he’d found something more significant than marbles or paper clips. She turned, looked down at him.
In one hand, he held a pouch — not a bag but a small, burgundy-colored pouch of velour — or maybe suede.
The other hand stretched toward her, palm-up. In the palm, four small stones nestled, glittering like ice and fire in the light that shafted down from the nearly cloudless Corpus Christi sky.
“The Ogre was carrying them on a belt under his cutoffs,” the Elf said.
Harley whistled. “Diamonds?”
“We cannot be certain without a proper analysis.” Tevis held out stones and pouch together while Kat photographed them. “But I believe so, yes.”
“In that case,” Kat slipped the digicam into her pocket once more, “I think we can definitely rule out robbery as a motive.”


4 thoughts on “Bewitching Book Tour — P.L. Blair

  1. Great Guest post!! Thanks so much! I’ve been following along on this tour and love finding out something new/different at each stop. I’m fascinated finding out how authors conceive and bring their characters to life. This book definitely has my interest….hoping to find an opportunity to read it.

  2. Great post! So nice to see Pat here and to see where some of her ideas come from. She loves animals and elves. She must be a great person as well as a very talented writer.


  3. My apololgies for not responding to all your neat comments earlier. Thanks for visiting and leaving comments – and thanks, Theresa, for hosting me here.

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