Showing posts with label Dark Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark Fantasy. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2016

Sweet Success Celebrates Natalia Brothers

Sweet Success Celebrates Natalia Brothers

Soul of the Unborn is a dark fantasy penned by Natalia Brothers and published during November.  Both paperback and digital versions will be available on Amazon. (ISBN9781944728083-print; ISBN9781533770073-digital) City Owl Press is publishing the novel of 370 pages. Following are Natalia’s synopsis and bio.

Posing as a folklore tour guide, Valya Svetlova takes a group of American students and their professor, Chris Waller, to her summer home in the Russian village of Vishenky for a few nights of supernatural phenomena. She plays the perfect hostess. For Valya doesn’t want anyone to discover she harbors selfish motives when it comes to one participant, the only person who can refute a tale declaring her a stillborn resurrected by a paranormal entity.

Within hours of their arrival, Valya learns that the students foster some dangerous agendas of their own. Her nascent feelings toward the handsome professor inhibit her ability to control the supernatural manifestations and her inquisitive guests. When her unforeseen affection turns Chris into a target, Valya faces an excruciating reality. It’s no longer in her human power to ensure her guests’ safety. Yet to keep them alive, Valya must brush off her humanity and become the thing she fights so desperately to prove she is not—a soulless monster.

Born in Moscow, Natalia grew up with the romance and magic of Russian fairy tales. She never imagined that one day she’d be swept off her feet by an American Marine. An engineer-physicist-chemist, Natalia realized that the powder metallurgy might not be her true calling when on a moonless summer night she was spooked by cries of a loon in a fog-wrapped meadow. What if, a writer’s unrelenting muse, took hold of her. Two of her passions define her being. Natalia is an orchid expert and she writes dark fantasy.

Where to buy/read website https://amzn.com/B01MD03ERD


Monday, July 11, 2016

Forty Minutes to Reach the Bridge

By: Natalia Brothers

I confess: I’m obsessed with spooky, atmospheric settings. When I travel, I’m on lookout for places full of eerie charm, intensity that would stir my imagination and inspire a new story. One of such spots is a pastoral village where I spent my childhood summers.

The settlement has changed over the years. A new highway slashed the sprawling fields behind the gardens. Beavers moved in, built dams, altering the flow of the river, and disappeared, leaving behind dozens of downed willows.



But other things remain the same. In May, nightingales’ intricate whistles fill the night and the orange full moon peeks through the birches before beginning a hurried journey across the black sky. The cemetery on top of a hill grows, but its crawling edge doesn’t affect the aura that lingers under ancient lindens, where the rusted fences guard abandoned graves, and forget-me-nots and lily-of-the-valleys are lovely against the thick carpet of moss.

An avid photographer, my childhood friend Olga wants pictures of the church in the soft light of the setting sun. Alex, my cousin, gives us a ride on his lovingly restored 1976 motorcycle. The old machine grumbles and sputters but makes it uphill. Alex offers to wait and bring us home. We ask if he’d like to join us on a walk. He glances at the graveyard and shakes his head.




He knows what kind of stories I tell. He doesn’t understand why my genre is dark fantasy. I smile. He’s proud I took the picture for my book cover on one of our motorcycle rides.

Our homes are just across the river, but I warn Olga that the rains have damaged the bridge. We have forty minutes to reach it before dark. If we don’t make it, we’re in trouble: there are no shortcuts through the overgrown meadows peppered with hidden waterholes, curtesy of the beavers. And I’m not ready to walk back through the cemetery long after sunset. Thin trails zigzag among the plots, some of which are well maintained but others neglected. It’s easy to end up in a dead end between fences.



Alex leaves. As Olga and I take pictures, the approaching dusk changes the quaint atmosphere. The shrubs, heavy with moisture after a recent shower, and blue columbines blooming by a tiny abandoned house seem too quiet. Someone dumped discarded wreaths onto the dilapidated porch. I check my watch. Olga turns off her camera.




We leave the church yard, cross a stream, and enter the labyrinth of graves.

“Fifteen minutes till darkness,” I tell Olga. “We must hurry.”

Except, we lose our way. We left the main trail too early, took a wrong turn, and now every path we try leads us to an older part of the cemetery, under the canopy of the old lindens, away from the bridge. It’s hard to see the deep-green ground. I trip over a border stone of a forsaken grave and realize I’m still wearing my dark glasses. Olga giggles nervously. She looks around. “I know where we are,” she says and points at another grave. I recognize the picture. We used to play together when we were children. Olga and I bow our heads and stand in silence. Then she leads me out of the maze.

We pause on the hilltop, the darkening sky and the cemetery behind us, the river below, and the vast fields ahead, framed by a forest on the horizon. The slope under our feet is covered with lupines that will soon burst in bloom. In a week, the landscape will look like a colorful painting.

It’s nearly dark when we reach the bridge. We tread carefully on the rickety structure.

I’m a dark fantasy writer. I better take more pictures.


About the Author:  Born in Moscow, Natalia grew up with the romance and magic of Russian fairy tales. She never imagined that one day she’d be swept off her feet by an American Marine. An engineer-physicist-chemist, Natalia realized that the powder metallurgy might not be her true calling when on a moonless summer night she was spooked by cries of a loon in a fog-wrapped meadow. What if, a writer’s unrelenting muse, took hold of her. Two of her passions define her being. Natalia is an orchid expert and she writes dark fantasy.



Friday, April 29, 2016

Sweet Success Celebrates Natalia Brothers, The Bride's Vestige

By: Kathie Scrimgeour

Natalia Brothers’ dark fantasy short story, “The Bride’s Vestige” (ASIN B01CUVBF5A, 17 pages, Amazon Digital Services) was released March 10, 2016 on Kindle.


Peter Moss ignores little mishaps that start happening to him after he pockets an antique locket he discovered at a disturbed gravesite. Dark local folklore surrounds the grave, but Peter, a rational college student, doesn’t believe in curses.

His nonchalant mindset crumbles when he learns that the locket could be the same as the one featured in a portrait of a beheaded woman. Fascinated and mortified, Peter rushes to see the painting. But whether or not mystic forces are behind the incidents, his intent to uncover the jewelry’s history might be the worst decision of his life.

Born in Moscow, Natalia grew up with the romance and magic of Russian fairy tales. She never imagined that one day she’d be swept off her feet by an American Marine. An engineer-physicist-chemist, Natalia realized that the powder metallurgy might not be her true calling when on a moonless summer night, she was spooked by cries of a loon in a fog-wrapped meadow. What if, a writer’s unrelenting muse, took hold of her. Two of her passions define her being. Natalia is an orchid expert and she writes dark fantasy. -Email: Ataski85@aol.com -Website NataliaBrothers.com

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

World Building: Why my camera means more to me than chocolate or coffee

By Ataska Brothers

Only once did I leave my camera at home on a walk with the dogs — what could possibly happen on a quick stroll around the block? Well. We bumped into a tiger salamander crossing an empty parking lot. In February!

But what was so important about taking the critter’s photo? Besides posting it on Facebook (which would be fun)?

I needed that picture for three reasons.

The world building is my favorite part of writing. My genre is Dark Fantasy, but the stories are set in “our” world, “our” reality, because I’m fascinated with the idea of ordinary people being forced to deal with supernatural phenomena. I strive to create an atmospheric setting for every scene, which means adding “doom and gloom” to every sunny afternoon.

Here’s a picture of the river that plays a huge role in my setting.



As much as I love describing lush meadows and verdant willows, I must somehow make the scenic river menacing.

I open my picture file, and here’s the right spot. It’s the same river, and the background is still sunny and lush and verdant. But now the setting gives out a spooky vibe, just what I’m looking for. I have my inspiration for the scene, and I don’t have to rely on memory to describe the details.


Would it be easier to find a fitting picture on the Internet? No, not for me. I joke that I have enough photographs to illustrate every paragraph in my novel — twice. No need to spend time researching unfamiliar images when I have every slime-covered rock, every blue dragonfly, every downed tree I want to depict, in my files.

Another reason why I take so many pictures is because I never know when something strange and fun will be needed to add specificity to a scene. For example, this is George. He’s been in my family for generations. 


Recently, I discovered one more reason why having my own illustrations on file is a good idea. Blurbs. I don’t have to seek an artist’s permission when I’m using a picture I took myself. Here’s an example of how I worked “in reverse” to create an interesting image for my future promotions.

One of my characters held a shard of green glass over a burning candle until it burst from the heat. I imagined the piece as a fragment of antique stained glass. But was it interesting enough? I brainstormed with my critique partners, and they suggested a perfume bottle with a mysterious liquid inside. I liked the image, but I was already using flasks and bottles and vials …

However, the three-dimensional form of the container gave me an idea: a semi-transparent lump of glass that melted in a village fire. Specificity! And I had a sample in my collection, a keepsake from my childhood, to help me with the description. Then I grabbed my camera. 


An excerpt from the novel, and the names of the author, the story, and my publisher, all incorporated into the picture — and voila, an unusual promo will be ready to be posted on my author sites.

The photograph of a salamander crossing an empty parking lot, with the piles of February snow in the background, could have come handy one day. If the need arises, I can describe the bizarre scene from memory, but there will be no cool blurb. A few nights ago, a friend sent me a picture of a baby amphibian sitting on her doorstep. A cute critter, but the photo was too dark. Maybe one day I’ll find another salamander. Hopefully, my camera will be with me and ready.

I’d like to show you one more picture. A photograph. The words. World building.


About the author:  Born in Moscow, Ataska grew up with the romance and magic of Russian fairy tales. She never imagined that one day she’d be swept off her feet by an American Marine. An engineer-physicist-chemist, Ataska realized that the powder metallurgy might not be her true calling when on a moonless summer night she was spooked by cries of a loon in a fog-wrapped meadow. What if, a writer’s unrelenting muse, took hold of her. Two of her passions define her being. Ataska is an orchid expert and she writes dark fantasy.