Author’s Spotlight ~ Dax Varley

Posted May 7, 2014 by Michelle in AuthorsSpotlight, Uncategorized / 3 Comments

AuthorSpotlight

I am honored to have on my blog today

Dax Varley

and her book Severed – A Tale of Sleep Hollow

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When Dax Varley isn’t reading, she’s slinging words onto a page. She lives in Richmond, Texas with her husband and a half-dozen imaginary friends. Her books are Severed – A Tale of Sleepy Hollow, Spellbound and Determined, and the Oracles novelettes.
You can keep up with her at:

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Severed – A Tale of Sleepy Hollow

Paperback, 256 pages
Published August 27th 2013 by Createspace

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Katrina’s still haunted by her encounter with the Headless Horseman – the night he beckoned to her. Now he has risen again, slashing heads and terrorizing the quiet countryside.
Her only joy during this dismal darkness comes when Ichabod Crane, a gorgeous young man from Connecticut, moves to Sleepy Hollow and their attraction turns to romance.
When the Horseman marks Ichabod as his next victim, Katrina, despite dangerous efforts to save him, sees no other choice than for them to flee.
But the Horseman awaits. Now it’s up to her to sever the horror and alter the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.


1790…Then

The Horseman…he is real. He came for me.

I sat, gazing out my chamber window. A ground mist had collected, hovering over the glen. Then I heard him, distant at first, approaching within the fog. His race with the night thundered a rhythm. My heart drummed to each beat.

Within moments, I saw him—a headless outline of black within a gray cloud. As though sensing my eyes upon him, he slowed his phantom steed, circling once. The horse reared, pawing the haze. The Horseman quickly drew his sword and sliced the air.

I dropped down below the windowsill, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Had I doomed myself by daring to peek? I quivered, hugging my knees.

He is not real. He is not real.

Moments passed. Then slowly, I inched to the edge of the sill. Hiding in the shadows, I moved the curtain just a whisper.

The Horseman was still there, but now he’d turned…toward my window. My heart hammered and my blood ran as cold as the Hudson River.

He knows I’m watching.

His hand reached out—beckoning…inviting …bewitching me. A gray breath of evil played upon my neck, and my name wafted through the mist.

Katrina.

I struggled against the force that summoned me, tightening every muscle, every nerve, refusing to move an inch. My body quaked, but I kept my mind as sharp as the Horseman’s blade. I will not come. I will not.

Still he remained. No wind. No stars. Just the ivory fog. And that hand…

Katrina.

When I thought I couldn’t hold back a second more, he spurred his massive steed. And like a midnight blast, he flew, charging across the countryside.

I collapsed, trembling, heaving. Finding strength, I crawled upon my bed. I dared not move. I dared not sleep. I lay within my quilt, knotted in fear.

The Horseman…he is real. He came for me. And I knew not when he’d return.

1793…Now

It’s a simple game, really. A game that I call “Someday.” I close my eyes, spin a globe, and then draw it to a stop with my finger. When I open my eyes, there it is—the place I’ll visit “someday.” My diaries were filled with someday destinations. Vienna. Cairo. Burma. Someday I would visit every one.

“Katrina,” Father snapped, pointing to the inkblot I’d dripped on a billing slip. “Pay attention. I can’t have sevens resembling twos.”

Oh rot. We’d been working the ledgers for over an hour, and the numbers were bleeding together before my bleary eyes. Our three hundred acres had produced a particularly abundant harvest, and Father insisted on registering every grain. I picked up the blotter and rolled it over the fat droplet, then glanced at the remaining notes and vouchers. Sigh. I’d rather jab this quill in my eye than continue tabulating. But as always, I pressed on. Being the only child of the wealthiest man in Sleepy Hollow meant that “someday” I was to inherit this farm—keep his empire intact. But that was the “someday” Father had planned.

Some ten minutes later, the door to Father’s study opened. Hans Van Ripper, an old farmer, came in, nervously tapping his hat to his leg. His face was dark and shadowed, and he heaved like he’d limped all the way here.

Father rose from his chair. “What it is, Hans?”

Van Ripper cut his eyes to me, then back. “Better tell you in private.”

“Go on, Katrina,” Father said, making shooing motions with his hands.

“Father, I’m eighteen. Certainly old enough to hear –”

“Go!” he ordered.

“Fine.” At least I was getting a break from the ledgers. But there was something behind Van Ripper’s tense expression that told me this was news I needed to hear. I rose, passed between the two of them, and then quietly closed the door. I made a few thumping noises to sound like I’d retreated, then, as lightly as possible, placed my ear to the door.

There was a strained silence in the room. Perhaps they were making sure I’d gone. Then Van Ripper uttered, “The Horseman has killed again.”

A thousand pinpricks needled my skin. I pressed my palms to the door for support. The Horseman’s back.

“Good God,” Father boomed. “Who has he claimed?”

“The schoolmaster,” Hans answered, “Nikolass Devenpeck. Found the body myself.”

The air thinned. I struggled for breath. Nikolass? True, he was always clumsy, dry, and poorly dressed, but he was a fine teacher who’d only settled here last winter. Before then the children had been educated at home, as I had. Why him?

There was some foot shuffling, then Father asked, “And you’re sure it was the Horseman?”

Van Ripper’s gravelly voice lowered. “His headless body was layin’ in a circle of scorched grass. Same as the others.”

The others. Old Brower and Cornelius Putnam—two villagers beheaded. But that was three years ago. Then.

“I’m waging the schoolteacher tried to outrun the Horseman on foot,” Van Ripper wheezed. “His old dapple, Gunpowder, was found grazing near the school.”

“And his head?” Father asked.

“Several of us scoured the nearby field, but it weren’t nowhere to be found.”

Their words wavered in and out as I leaned heavier on the door. For three years there had been no word. No sightings. No deaths. And now…?

More foot-shuffling. Father pacing. “I thought this nightmare was behind us.”

“Will it ever be?” Van Ripper asked. “You know as well as I that Sleepy Hollow is a haunted place.”

Bile clogged my throat. I couldn’t shake the chilling image of Nikolass—a heap of blood and limbs, sprawled upon a circle of blackened ground.

Father briefly stopped his pacing. “Do you know if anyone’s disturbed the Horseman’s grave?”

“Who would dare?” Van Ripper snapped.

Not a soul.


 

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3 responses to “Author’s Spotlight ~ Dax Varley

  1. Gordon Rottman

    I had read Severed sometime ago and really enjoyed it. The retelling of an old tale with some interesting twists.