Book Tour — Guest Post by The Zodiac Collector author Laura Diamond + Excerpt and GIVEAWAY

Published October 21, 2014 by Kaitlin Michelle

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Today we have The Zodiac Collector’s author Laura Diamond here to tell us about her interest in the zodiac and astrology!

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Interest in the Zodiac and Astrology

I’ve always had interest in astrology and the zodiac, so have picked up bits and pieces of info over the years, whether it be from a horoscope or website explaining the different aspects of each sign.

 

When it came to writing THE ZODIAC COLLECTOR, I already had an idea in mind for each character. My main character, Anne, and her twin sister, Mary, had to be Gemini (the twins of the zodiac, of course!). William (Anne’s best friend) is the balanced Libra and Evan (Mary’s crush) is fiery Aries.

Once I’d established those links, I studied up on the Gemini twins, Castor and Pollux. Castor and Pollux are their Latin names, though they play an integral part of both Roman and Greek mythology. Sons of Leda (who also gave birth to Helen of Troy), the twins enjoyed fighting, horses, and conquest.

In some stories, Zeus seduced Leda by transforming into a swan and both sons were born from two eggs. In other stories, Castor was also deemed the mortal son of Tyndareus (king of Sparta) while Pollux remained the son of Zeus. When Castor was killed in battle, Pollux asked Zeus to keep them together by sharing Pollux’s immortality with Castor. Zeus granted Pollux’s wish by transforming them into the constellation Gemini.

There is a scene in ZODIAC where Anne is watching the joust and she gets caught up in the excitement with the horses and competition—just like Castor and Pollux would, no doubt. 😉

William is a Libra, the scales. Known for fairness and peace, Libras bring a sense of wellbeing to those around them. That helps him bring some balance to Anne’s fiery temper. Which brings me to my next point. Not only is Libra an air sign like Gemini, it is also a cardinal sign. 

There are four cardinal signs: Aries, Libra, Capricorn, and Cancer (matching each elemental sign in the zodiac for air, water, earth, and fire). Cardinal signs are considered initiators. In THE ZODIAC COLLECTOR, Anne and Mary call on the elements when chanting and what they’re doing is calling on the most powerful aspects of the zodiac. The mythology I added to it was the cardinal signs take on a leadership role because (being a cardinal sign) they have a bit more power than the other signs in that element.

 

A lot of zodiac and astrology facts in THE ZODIAC COLLECTOR come from the Zodiac Spellbook that Anne’s grandmother gives her for her birthday. I compiled all the information I’d learned over the years (with some help from Wikipedia!), giving Anne the opportunity to learn about the zodiac, the connections to the signs and stars, how to invoke zodiac power, and how to overcome the very forces that are trying to rip apart Anne and her sister and her friends.

 

About the Author:

 

Laura Diamond is a board certified psychiatrist and author of all things young adult paranormal, dystopian, and horror. She’s a lucid dreamer, meaning she can direct her dreams while they’re happening. When she’s awake, she pens stories from her dreams and shares them with her readers.

 

Laura has many published titles including the Pride Series (New Pride, Shifting Pride, soon to be re-released, and Tsavo Pride), the Endure Series (Endure and Evoke, soon to be re-released), The Zodiac Collector, a novella Sunset Moon in the Lore anthology, and several shorts stories. When she’s not writing, she is working at the hospital, blogging at Author Laura Diamond–Lucid Dreamer, and renovating her 225+ year old fixer-upper mansion.

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLauraDiamond

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiamondLB

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5815639.Laura_Diamond

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Laura-Diamond/e/B009Y7L432/

Blog: http://lbdiamond.wordpress.com/

 

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The Zodiac Collector

Laura Diamond

 

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

 

Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Date of Publication: September 23, 2014

 

ISBN: 1937053636

ASIN: B00LOB5EPA

 

Number of pages: 314

Word Count: 70,000

 

Cover Artist: Lisa Amowitz

 

Book Description:

 

For almost-16 year-old Anne Devans, the annual Renaissance Faire means three things–her dad spending weeks in the smithy, her bipolar mom doing some manic costume making, and another ruined birthday for her and her twin sister, Mary.

 

This year, Anne wants things to be different, and she’s going to do things her way. On the eve of the Faire, Anne, along with a reluctant Mary, conjures up a spell that will make their 16th birthday party a whirlwind event. Little do they know that it’s a literal request.

 

After the mini tornado in their room subsides, the girls realize they’ve invoked the power of the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux. That’s the good news. The bad news is they also caught the attention of a sorceress named Zeena who has been collecting children born under each Zodiac Sign to enhance her power. Once she captures Anne and Mary, Gemini twins, the entire Zodiac, and the world, will be hers.

 

Anne leads the fight against Zeena, but her one-sided decisions could throw them into a world so far from home, even the Renaissance Faire would seem like a brilliant vacation. Between managing their new Zodiac powers, dodging their manic mother and trying to stop Zeena, they’ll get a 16th birthday they’ll never forget.

 

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Excerpt:

 

The Renaissance Faire wrecks my birthday every year. A month before the actors and merchants arrive to transform Hopewell Falls Park into a sixteenth-century towne—yes, with an “e”—Mom stops taking her lithium. Within forty-eight hours she’s higher than a prom queen accepting her crown. As the best seamstress east of the Appalachian Trail, she thinks it’s her duty to stay awake for days, surviving on double espressos and cigarettes, to make the royal court’s costumes. She says mania makes her more productive, but all it does is turn her into a raging beast that puts Sauron, the Basilisk, and the Kraken all to shame.

Her internet business, Devans’s Dazzling Dresses, caters to the Renaissance crowd and occupies her all year long, but our local faire gives her the most sales.

“These orders came in months ago. Why wait until the last minute to finish them?” I hover near the doorway to the living room—a.k.a. Mom’s studio—and try not to choke on the stagnant air. A wheeze plays at my lungs. I finger the inhaler that I always carry in case I have to take a puff.

The room has the best natural lighting in the whole house. A large bay window, stretching from floor to ceiling, is the envy of every do-it-yourself crafter on the block. I dream about curling up on the seat cushion with a book and a cup of hot chocolate, but Mom never lets anybody in there. No. Matter. What.

I’d need to wear a gas mask, anyway, to prevent an asthma attack.

Heavy-metal music throttles my eardrums. I resist the urge to clap my palms over my ears. Mom says she can draw energy from the sound waves. She thinks the bands create their music specifically for her. No amount of lithium makes that go away.

“What else am I supposed to do? This is how I create.” Her blue eyes spark with fury as she takes a drag on her cigarette. Two inches of ash hang on the end. It’s beyond me how it doesn’t fall off and burn the fabric she’s working on. At least the dry cleaner can erase the smoky stench from her masterpiece after it’s done. She throws a pincushion at me and returns to her ironing. “Now get out of here. Don’t you have finals to study for or something?”

“But Mary’s and my birthday is coming up and I wanted to talk to you—” My voice squeaks and tears burn at my eyes.

Her head snaps up, sending wild-colored curls swaying with agitation. “I’m. Working.”

I can’t even get two sentences out and she’s in attack mode. My stomach twists on itself as instinct claws at my chest, begging for clean air. Ask quickly and get out. That’s the plan. I lick my dry lips. “We’re turning sixteen. It’s important.”

She plucks the cigarette from her mouth and pulverizes it in a nearby ashtray. Her nicotine-stained fingers shake, fumbling to light another one. It takes two flicks for the lighter to ignite. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks in along drag. She holds it in for a few seconds, eyes closed in fleeting bliss, and blows it out. The lines of her face—webbing crows’ feet, jagged wrinkles across her forehead, arcs from her nose to the corners of her lips—deepen. Pale gray fog surrounds her like she’s a smoldering dragon working up to the big explosion of fire.

“Everything’s about you and your sister, isn’t it? Well, did it ever occur to you that the work I do helps pay the bills around here? I don’t see you bringing in a paycheck.”

“Whatever.” Like a defenseless knight who’s lost his courage, I retreat. I storm upstairs, my ever-ready puffer in one hand while I wave away the haze of smoke with the other. The whole house smells like stale nicotine and my asthma is flaring like Jenny Johnson’s face that time she farted in gym class. I slam the door behind me.

“You interrupted Mom, didn’t you?” My ever-perceptive twin, Mary, guesses right. She removes her earbuds and sets aside her biology textbook.

“No.” I take a hit from my inhaler and flop on my paisley bedspread. Doesn’t matter that I stare at the ceiling. Her accusation crashes over me like a tsunami. I roll on my side to face her. “Yes.”

She runs her hands through her curly espresso-colored hair and glares at me with her jade eyes. “Why?”

“Why not? We’ve never had a real, disaster-free birthday party because of the Renaissance Faire. Isn’t it about time?” I refuse to surrender to her disapproval. She’d never challenge Mom. At least I try. My Papillon dog, Castor, leaps on the bed. The fringe of his sable ears flutter like streamers as he licks my cheeks.

Mary averts her gaze and picks up his brother, Pollux. It was Mom’s idea to name them after the Gemini twins. She called it “kitschy.” Pfft. Amazing she didn’t name us after them.

“Well?” I sit up. Castor’s and Pollux’s dark eyes stare at me with sympathy. The cozy bedroom is their safe haven as much as it is ours.

“The more you bother her, the less likely it is we’ll get a party. I bet she won’t bake a cake this year, either.” She presses her chin against Pollux’s head.

“So it’s my fault we won’t get a party?”

She winces. “I didn’t say that.”

Regret presses on my shoulders and slides down my spine to nestle in my gut like a snake. It coils in my stomach, tail rattling with agitation. “I don’t mean to make things worse.”

“I know,” she barely whispers.

I take a deep breath and imagine the regret snake spontaneously combusting and evaporating into nothingness. Better than having it strike and lodge its fangs into my liver. “What kind of cake would you want?”

“It would be cool to have a tiered one, with piping and flowers. Maybe even edible pearl candies or something.”

The corner of her mouth hitches up.

Mary likes pretty things. I prefer edgy. “What about one with a knight beheading a dragon on top? Blood-red icing can trail down the sides and pool around the base.”

She scrunches her nose and scratches behind Pollux’s ear. “Gross. Maybe we can get a Papillon cake. It’d be so cute.”

It’s not a bad idea.

Her half-smile fades. “Doesn’t matter. Mom won’t go for any of it.”

“It’s so unfair.” Amped on the pain of injustice, I launch myself to my feet and pace our bedroom, from our window overlooking the wooded park across the street, to the desk we share on the other side. The braided rug between our twin beds massages my bare feet.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Nothing, that’s what.” Mary cradles Pollux in her arms and carries him to his doggie bed. After gently lowering him to the round cushion, she stares at her closet, gaze scanning every inch, and taps her chin. Sucking on her bottom lip, she falls into an OCD trance, and I’ve lost any chance at wrangling her back into the conversation about Mom.

 

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Tour giveaway

open to US Shipping Only

 

Prize pack 1: Autographed set of Shifting Pride, Endure, & Lore and swag bookmarks

 

Prize Pack 2: Autographed copy of Lore (the anthology) and swag bookmarks

 

Prize Pack 3 &4: Swag postcards of books, a zodiac ring, & a zodiac bracelet representing main characters from The Zodiac Collector (Libra & Gemini)

 

Bonus: Laura is giving an ecopy of the short story, Tsavo Pride, to everyone who purchases The Zodiac Collector–simply email her proof of purchase and she’ll send the short. Laura’s email: authorlauradiamond@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

This book sounds great!  I have always been interested in astrology and the zodiac (I’m a Taurus!)  Are you guys interested in astrology and mythology?  Does your personality fit into your sign?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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