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UPDATE: New Releases

Hello hello!

I’ve been quiet on the blog front for the past few months, as I have been so busy with study and working on my two new releases, Bedouin Boy and Grave Bargains, ahead of their release dates on Halloween and Friday the 13th of November. I am still sharing my Daily Writing Inspiration posts over on Instagram, so if you’d like to keep seeing them you can find me @katekelsenauthor.

I wanted to jump on quickly and share about my two new releases.

It all started back in late May, when I decided to revise and republish Grave Bargains, a supernatural short story I originally published a few years ago. I had an idea for a prequel to explore the background of my main character Jasem, and the events that lead him to become a sinister vigilante seeking justice for the dead in Grave Bargains. I also discovered that there was a Friday the 13th only a fortnight after Halloween this year, and this was how my goal was born. I decided I would spend the next five months working on these two stories, and publish Bedouin Boy on Halloween and Grave Bargains on Friday the 13th of November.

I didn’t think I was going to get Bedouin Boy published by Halloween. As I worked on the story, more and more ideas continued to flood my imagination, ideas which were adding more and more layers to the concept. I was researching and learning so much in the process, about Bedouin nomadic tribes, pre-Islamic paganism, Arabic black magic and geomancy divination. But I was faced with a serious dilemma- these ideas were fantastic and I wanted to include them because I knew it would make the story fuller and stronger, but I had a deadline set, and the more time went on the less likely it seemed the story would be finished by October 31st. However I knew the detail would only benefit my story, even if it meant I had to delay the release of Bedouin Boy for two weeks to give me extra time. In the end I didn’t need the extra two weeks, and I achieved my goal of publishing on Halloween.

It has been a busy five months working on Bedouin Boy and Grave Bargains, and I certainly had my moments of doubt that it would be done in time. But here they are! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing them!

BEDOUIN BOY

Bedouin Boy tells the story of Jasem Bahar who, having inherited psychic abilities from his mother, attempts to use his gifts for the greater good but instead finds himself on unlikely journey seeking justice for the dead. From the Negev Desert in Israel to the cities of New York and Los Angeles, Bedouin Boy is an intriguing story with equally intriguing characters, with a mix of history, reinvention, crime, inheritance and horror.

Bedouin Boy is available for purchase HERE

Also available from Kobo and Google Play Books

GRAVE BARGAINS:

In the wake of a life-shattering act of betrayal, Dylan is determined to bury the past and start fresh. His good intentions are challenged by a sinister stranger, who is determined to dig up his sins, and threatens to jeopardize his efforts to make amends.

Grave Bargains is available for purchase HERE

Also available from Kobo and Google Play Books

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Camp NaNo July: Bedouin Boy Pages 22-23

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Dusk had fallen on the city of angels, but the lights in the roadside motel room had been left off. A cream-colored cloth was spread out over the cigarette-stained carpet, and on top of it Jasem had arranged six candles, white and purple in color. The aromas of burning cinnamon, frankincense and sandalwood sweetened the musty air. Jasem carefully unfurled the fragile scroll and arranged it on the cloth in front of him. Beside it he placed a piece of paper and a pen. He sat on his legs, resting his hands on top of his thighs, left palm down and right palm up. He closed his eyes.

‘I call to the spirit of Ruby McCallum; I wish to speak to you here. Hear my voice. Come to me; I call you now, Ruby McCallum.’

Jasem lifted his hands forward and picked up the pen, pressing it to the paper.

‘Can I confirm that I am speaking with the spirit of Ruby McCallum?’

Jasem opened his eyes to view his writing. On the paper, he had scrawled ‘Yes’. He closed his eyes again.

‘Can I confirm that you are no longer here on this earthly plane with us?’

Yes

‘Can you tell me how you came to pass to the other side?’

The writing was nearly illegible.

Murder

‘Who caused you to pass to the other side, Ruby?’

Peter Atkinson

‘And where does your earthly body reside?’

Jasem’s clothes were laid out on the floor nearby; he slipped on his shirt and trousers, and shrugged on the dark suit jacket. On his head he placed the charcoal grey porkpie brimmed hat. Outside, he sat down in the driver’s seat of the car, turning the engine on and speeding off down the road.

Thanks for reading these excerpst from my July Camp NaNoWriMo work-in-progress, Bedouin Boy! I hope you have enjoyed the posts. Bedouin Boy will be published on Halloween, Saturday October 31st 2020! Be sure to subscribe to my blog for alerts on new releases!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Camp NaNo July: Bedouin Boy Page

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The streets were cold and quiet as Jasem approached the corner. A man in a jacket and beanie sat on the ground in front of his newsstand unpacking one of several stacks of papers still bound with plastic string.

‘I open at four AM,’ the man grunted. ‘Come back then.’

Jasem flicked the man a dollar coin and picked up the paper from the stack he was unpacking, ignoring the man’s protests as he walked away into the night.

Back in his hotel room, Jasem opened the paper on the table and flicked to the Classifieds section. The advertisement caught his eye almost immediately.

‘FOR SALE: Four pre-Islamic pagan scrolls dating back to at least 200 BC. An ideal gift for an educational or religious institution by an individual or group. Serious buyers only. Enquiries should be written and addressed to the Business Focused International post office box.’

The clerk watched Jasem as he tried on a charcoal grey porkpie brimmed hat. The young man waited for the right moment, and then approached Jasem with a dark suit and jacket.

‘Excuse me, sir, but I thought you might like to try these on for size too.’

When he was finished shopping, Jasem paid for the items and the clerk placed them in bags, walking around the counter to give the bags to Jasem.

Stepping off the subway in Paterson, New Jersey, Jasem found and entire Middle East squeezed into a dense and lively area that spanned only two and a half miles. An entire world was channeled into a few bustling, intersected main streets, which housed numerous halal meat markets and restaurants, Lebanese bakeries, and stores that sold Syrian sweets and spices from Turkey. Shop signs were in Arabic, and loud Arabic music spilled out of stores that sold hookahs.

It was midday on a Sunday in the Silk City, and every table in the restaurant was occupied by locals and their families. A basket of large lafah bread arrived at the table. The man sitting opposite him was an antiquities dealer named Ahmed.

‘Do you understand the true nature of these particular scrolls, Jasem?’ Ahmed queried. ‘They are very different to the others.’

Jasem nodded.

‘Yes, I do.’

‘How do you know?’

‘I am Bedouin. My mother came from a long line of pre-Islamic pagan Arab practitioners. She herself was one back in Israel,’

Ahmed sat back and folded his arms, nodding slowly as he studied Jasem in silence.

‘The family is ready to sell. For the right price, of course.’

‘How much are they asking? Jasem queried.

‘Two hundred and fifty thousand,’ Ahmed replied. ‘Non-negotiable.’

 

Jasem followed Ahmed into the bank, trailing behind him as they approached the front desk, where there sat two bearded men in suits wearing kippahs.

‘I’m here about a numbered account,’ said Ahmed to the man in front of him.

The man placed a card and a pen on the counter.

‘Write down your account number, please.’

The second man at the desk stood from his seat. When Ahmed had written down the number, the first man passed the card to the second man, who disappeared through an ornate steel gate door behind the desk.

Jasem and Ahmed stepped out of the elevator and were met by yet another man in a  suit. They followed him and along a corridor of steel gated rooms, much like prison cells. They entered one such room, where the man placed four long, flat safe deposit boxes on the table in front of them, promptly leaving them to view the contents in private. Ahmed carefully lifted the lid of one of the boxes and pulled back a translucent protective sheet to reveal the scroll.

Jasem leaned down to look closer, and Ahmed leaned with him, observing the wonder in Jasem’s expression.

‘Two thousand years old,’ he stated. ‘Extraordinary, isn’t it?’

‘How did they get to America?’

‘Bedouins in Israel sold them to the family, who smuggled them to the U.S.’ Ahmed

paused thoughtfully.  ‘Be warned, Jasem. These are extremely powerful documents. They could be very harmful if you are not ready.’

‘I am ready,’ said Jasem.

Thanks for reading! Final excerpt coming tomorrow!