S.D. Hintz – When Slumber Falls

Title: When Slumber Falls

Author: S.D. Hintz

ISBN: N/A

Page count: 187

Genre: Young Adult

Price: $2.99

 

Author Bio:

Author of Blood Orchard, Charnel Harbor, and Starvelings, and CEO/Editor-in-Chief of KHP Publishers, Inc.

 

Tell us about your book:

A trio of witches plots to sacrifice their neighbor’s grandchild.

 

How long did it take to write the book?

1 year

 

What inspired you to write the book?

I’ve always wanted to write a book that took place on the North Shore of Minnesota and pitted a teenager against the forces of evil.

 

Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

I write for an hour every morning at 5:00am. I did a fair amount of research on witches, herbs and various biblical entities.

 

What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

The moral of the story is that no matter the odds and predicament, never give up and focus on prevailing.

 

Where can we go to buy your book?

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00A70KH9C

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-slumber-falls-sd-hintz/1113789247?ean=2940015861266

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/When-Slumber-Falls/book-bBytm9gwOkKq5BJ9ptxzQQ/page1.html?s=JBvMgMe_VE29zYgeifI9fw&r=1

 

Any other links or info you’d like to share?
Feel free to also visit my personal website http://sdhintz.com

 

Excerpt from book:

As he rounded the corner and entered the foyer, he slid to a halt. The deadbolt unlocked and the knob followed suit. Murray’s alarm bells sounded. Did Mrs. Vitikin have a key? Or was she using magic for personal gain? Either way, the devil was entering uninvited.

The front door swung open. Murray’s instincts urged him to slam it. The angel on his shoulder suggested otherwise, reminding him of Grandma Anna’s temper.

Mrs. Vitikin crossed the threshold and Murray stepped back. The scent of must wafted into the house. “Where are your manners, boy? When I knock you let me in, not duck and hide. I don’t have time for your childish games.” She outstretched her hand. “Give this to your grandmother.”

Murray gaped at her skeletal fingers, the nails long, yellow and gnarled. He expected to see a key, but instead she held an odd intertwinement of charred roots and leaves. He immediately wondered what Grandma Anna would want with such a vile necklace. She certainly was too classy to wear it.

Mrs. Vitikin scowled and shook her hand, rustling leaves on the floor. “Take it already! I’m not getting any younger!”

Murray reluctantly reached for the gift. Mrs. Vitikin brought her cane down hard on his hand, knocking it away like a tree branch. She then yanked the necklace over his head and shoved him back with the end of her walking stick. The door slammed shut as Murray fell to the floor, landing on his back. Mrs. Vitikin chuckled, a gut-churning rasp and gurgle.

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