Genre: Contemporary
fantasy/paranormal
Publisher: Mictlan Press
Date of Publication: March 15,
2016
ISBN: 9780991303649
Number of pages: 345
Word Count: 100,000
Formats available: Paperback and all ebook formats
Cover Artist: Shelby Robinson –
artwork
Jennifer Stolzer – layout and
design
Book Description:
How
Far Would You Go To Get Your Life Back?
Stuck in the afterlife on an
island encircled by fire and hunted by shadows bent on trapping them there forever,
Irene and Andras struggle to hold onto the last vestiges of their physical
selves, without which they can never return to the land of the living. But it’s
not just external forces they’ll have to fight as the pair grow to realize they
have different goals. Irene still clings to the hope that she can somehow
return to her old life—the one she had before she died—while Andras would be
only too glad to embrace oblivion.
Meanwhile, Jonah desperately
searches for a way to cross over to the other side, even if doing so means his
death. His crossing over, however, is the one thing that could destroy Irene’s
chances of returning home.
Too many obstacles, too many
people to save, and the thing Irene most desperately wants—to return to her old
life—seems farther away than ever. Only one thing is clear: moving on will
require making a terrible sacrifice.
Character Interview:
Thank you so much for hosting me
during my blog tour. I’m so excited to be celebrating the release of Whereafter,
the third novel in my Afterlife series. I’ve wanted to tell this story, and
knew what this book would be about, since I was halfway through with the first
book, Hereafter. Originally, Jonah was just supposed to be a two-line character
who told Irene she was dead, but he became so much more. Many readers wondered
why Jonah put up with Irene and what was going on with him, and now, finally,
they will get to find out. It was so much fun writing a story from Jonah’s
perspective, and, of course, the new character, Char, was a total blast to
write. I hope readers love her as much as I do!
Now, without further ado, I will
turn the floor over to Irene, Andras, and Jonah!
1. If you had a free day with no
responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you
do?
Irene: No question... beach, sun, sand… preferably on a tropical
island… with hunky cabana boys bringing me a never-ending supply of long island
iced teas or mojitos!
(Jonah gives Irene a sideways look and frowns)
Irene: What? What’s wrong with that?
Jonah (rolls his eyes): Aren’t you at least going to read a book
or something?
Irene (grinning unapologetically): Nope. Just me, my bikini, the
cabana boys, and the sun tan oil.
(Jonah’s disapproving frown deepens)
Andras (cutting in quickly): I would pray.
Irene (her expression changing to exasperation): Of course you
would.
Andras: A day of quiet, uninterrupted reflection and prayer… yes,
that I would enjoy.
There’s a long pause. Irene and Andras look at Jonah expectantly.
Jonah (his ears turn red and he ducks his head): What?
Irene: So what would you do with your day? Let me guess—go ghost
exploring?
Jonah (his blush deepening): No…not exactly. It would depend on
what you… I mean… I don’t know. Never mind. Next question.
2. If you could spend the day with
someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
Andras (answering quickly): The Grant Master of my order. He was
killed, along with me, at the battle of Al Alarcos in 1195. (Andras pauses for
a moment.) Perhaps, also King Alphonso. I would like to kneel before my king,
in the flesh, just once.
Jonah: Oh wow, I have to pick just one? That’s tough! That’s one
of the things I love about being able to visit the ghost realm—I can meet any
dead people I want! Gee… I don’t know… I guess I’d love to meet all the kings
and queens I’ve studied in history and Egyptian pharaohs… oh and Cleopatra! And
Ghangis Khan! And Napolean! And Alexander the Great!
Irene (to Jonah): I’m sensing a theme here… you know all those
guys started wars and invaded other countries, right?
Jonah: Yeah, I know… I just think they’re interesting is all
Irene: I had no idea you were so blood thirsty.
(All three grow quiet. Jonah and Andras turn to Irene expectantly.)
Irene (shrugging): Don’t look at me. I have no idea… I don’t
really admire people or have anyone I particularly want to meet.
Jonah: That’s just sad.
Andras: I agree.
Irene (to Andras): I’m surprised you didn’t say you wanted to meet
God!
Andras smiles placidly. “I don’t have to. I will be meeting him
soon enough.”
3. What is your idea of perfect
happiness? And, what is your current state of mind?
Irene (gesturing to Andras): “Go ahead. I already know what you’re
going to say.”
Andras (smiles smugly): Perfect happiness comes with being content
in the Lord—of being at peace and letting go of earthly desires. I have found
this peace and am content. When I reach Heaven and take my place at the right
hand of the Lord as a member of the Saboath—the Heavenly Host—then I will know
happiness.
Irene (shakes her head): I have no idea what happiness is,
honestly. I think the beach thing with the cabana boys comes pretty close
though.
Jonah (glances at Irene with a look of uncertainty): Perfect happiness
for me? I… next question.
4. What do you consider the most
overrated virtue?
Andras: No virtue is over-rated.
Irene: They’re all over-rated.
Jonah: Being a kid.
5. Tell us 3 things about yourself
that the readers do not know about.
Irene: Hmm…that’s a toughie… let’s see… well, my birthday is in
March. I’m a Pisces.
Andras: I have managed to leave most earthly concerns behind,
except one. I am grievously embarrassed by my attire in the afterlife.
Jonah (looks at Andras critically): Yeah, seriously dude, what are
you wearing?
Andras: I was killed in battle and my clothes and armor were
stripped from my corpse. These are my undergarments. I would dearly love to
have some proper clothes and even more so, would love to have my armor and
sword.
(Irene and Andras turn to look at Jonah expectantly.)
Jonah (glances at Irene): I… I was going to give up visiting the
ghost realm. The day I met Irene, I was going to give it up. I’d been able to
use the meditation that lets me see ghosts for a few weeks but hadn’t seen any
ghosts, so I was about to give up trying. And then I ran into Irene.
Irene (looks surprised): Really? I can’t imagine you giving up on
anything. You’re always like a dog with a bone when you get something into your
head.
Jonah (blushes): Yeah, well—
Irene (interrupts): Wait, so you’re saying that if anything
happens to you because of these ghost adventures it really will be my fault?
Great. Thanks for that!
Jonah: No, I didn’t mean that. Running into you was the best thing
that ever happened to me—
Andras (to Irene): All things happen by the design of God. You met
the boy because you were supposed to—
Irene: Don’t start with that God stuff—
Jonah: Oh, look, I think they’re signaling that we’re out of time…
Excerpt:
Andras grunted,
the sound filled with suspicion. Irene bent down to tie her shoelace, as much
to avoid eye contact as anything. When she straightened up, something in the
distance caught her eye, shimmering like a mirage. She squinted, not sure she
was really seeing what she thought she saw.
“You know, now
might be a good time for you to tell me what it was like to live in a castle,”
she said.
Andras shook his
head, sadly, as if Irene had disappointed him. “You cling too much to the past.
Forget the trappings of life. Free your mind from these longings, and so, free
your soul. Only then will we be able to escape these shackles and enter Heaven
to rest at the side of God.”
Why did he
always have to argue about everything? “For God’s sake,” she said, exasperated,
“just answer the question!”
“Wherefore?”
Irene pointed to
the hulking structure in the distance. “Because,” she said as Andras whirled
around to see what she was pointing at, “correct me if I’m wrong, but that
looks like a castle.”
“Wow!” Irene
said, her eyes roving over the dark, crenellated structure hulking in the far
distance. It gleamed dully, the color of burnt blood in a fading afternoon sun.
“What the hell do you think that is?”
Andras grunted.
“As you said—Hell.”
Irene frowned at
him, but her lips quirked in amusement. “Why do you have to be so negative? It
could just as easily be Heaven. God is supposed to live in a palace, right—the
whole ‘my father’s house has many rooms’ thing? A castle is just a type of
palace.”
Andras gave her
a dry look. “Does that look like Heaven?”
Irene was on the
verge of agreeing that the castle did not in any way look how she imagined
Heaven when it shimmered, as if the fading sunlight had been redirected by
mirrors. Light rippled across the castle’s surface and the dull, dark,
burnt-blood color transformed into gleaming, bright, silver-white. Crisp white
pennants flapped from the corners as if whipped by wind. Irene thought she
could hear them snapping crisply.
Irene looked at
Andras, and he looked at her. His expression made it clear that he had seen the
same transformation she had. It was as if the building was trying to trick them
into coming closer.
About
the Author:
Terri Bruce has been making up
adventure stories for as long as she can remember and won her first writing
award when she was twelve. Like Anne Shirley, she prefers to make people cry
rather than laugh, but is happy if she can do either. She produces fantasy and
adventure stories from a haunted house in New England where she lives with her
husband and three cats. She is the author of the Afterlife Series, which
includes Hereafter (Afterlife #1) and Thereafter (Afterlife #2) and several
short stories including “Welcome to OASIS” (“Dear Robot” anthology, Kelly
Jacobson publisher) and “The Well” (“Scratching the Surface” anthology, Third
Flatiron Press).
Website/Blog: www.terribruce.net
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/TerriBruce
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorterribruce
Twitter: @_TerriBruce
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Love it! I'm definitely with Irene on the beach idea, except I need an umbrella! Poor Jonah! I think he would have definitely have his own chair beside Irene's, under a beach umbrella, reading through a pile of book and enjoying Irene's frequent interruptions. :D
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