Gwen Gardner and Angela Brown - YA paranormal authors embarking on the adventure of a lifetime. Share with us as we take the Indie journey to bring our works to the world.
Buckle up! There'll be mystery, mayhem, action and emotional roller coasters...oh, and a few things that go bump in the night.
Hey! Abby and Indigo here. We got a little secret for you.
Indgo: Actually, it's just Abby.
Abby: We agreed to do this together.
Indigo: I just - I can't. What if Angela and Gwen find out?
Abby: The readers have to know. Gwen and Angela could have left well enough alone but they didn't. I'm not trying to say something bad, not really, but they need to know that Gwen and Angela have some cruel imaginations putting us through so much.
Indigo: I think that's called life, Abby. I'm so going to hell for sneaking like this.
Abby: You're not going to hell but, shhhh! I hear someone coming. We better go!
Today, I was going to post about our One Lovely Blog Award given to us by the awesome Tara Tyler. But since my computer is on strike (I'm using the hubs right now) , I took the easy route and am posting one of our Partners in ParanormYA tour posts that didn't actually get posted.
Devil and the Touch
Let’s
talk about touch - the paranormal
kind - the kind that features in both Neverlove and Givin’
Up The Ghost,
only in different ways.
Indigo (Givin’ Up
The Ghost) is psychometric. She can read the history of an object, or
person, through touch. For example, she is so sensitive to things she touches,
that if she lifts a pint glass and the person who drank from the glass is a
heavy drinker... you got it...she gets drunk. Wasted. Sloshed. Check out what happens in this scene when she wraps a hand
around a pint glass:
I
opened my eyes. My head pounded as I lay sprawled amidst broken glass on the
sticky floor of Dickey Dan’s. The rank odor of stale beer assaulted my senses
and I quickly rolled over and upchucked right there. All over Badger’s boots. All four of them. Looking up, I tried to
focus. Badger stood there. Both of him. “Double the pleasure.” I giggled, and
lay back. The room spun. “Whoa, someone stop this thing and let me off.”
As you
can see, Indigo has the so-called ‘gift’ of touch, but absolutely no control
over it.
Pam (a
villain from Neverlove) on the other hand, has complete
control over siphoning - the process of stealing soul energy.Pam would like to be in control of
everything, but siphoning is something she excels at.For her, it isn’t stealing.It’s survival of the fittest.As a Harvestor, she sees herself as fitter
than a mere human bound to Earth’s realms and rules, something she’s been doing
for a long time.Don’t ask her how long,
though, or she may do this to you for general purposes:
Pam reached up and jerked the
man’s face down. Her lips bound to his. He squawked in protest half a heartbeat
then loosened like Jello.
Yeah.It’s a kiss.More like the kiss of drain.Guess where his guy ended up?
Husband and wife laid side by
side like heaped rag dolls.
No, Pam
had no qualms about his wife standing there…not when his wife was otherwise
occupied as a drained rag doll as well.
So,
whether controlled or out-of-control, paranormal abilities – when it comes to
‘touch’ – can suck, or they can suck you dry.Which would you rather have?
Abby, Indigo, Basil and Badger are sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and pouring over a map of the seedier end of Blogtown.
Indigo: *shakes her head* I don't know why I let you talk me into these things, Abby. It's crazy, you do know that, don't you? It will have to be split-second timing, getting the Devourer and the Dark Shadow together at the same time. What if our plan doesn't work?
Abby: Look - the Dark Shadow wants souls, and the Devourer has an abundance. This plan will work.
Basil: Of course it will, babe.
Indigo: But this plan to get even with the Devourer is....
Badger: ...completely mental!
Indigo: Yes. Especially when I'm the bait!
Badger: You're not going alone. No way. I'm going with you.
Basil: We'll all go. Indigo, you and Badger will jog down ParaNormal Heights. It follows you everywhere right? Lead it down the alley here. *points to a spot on the map* Abby and I will be at the other end meeting up with the Devourer on some pretext.
Abby: You just lead Mister Shadow to us, we'll do the rest.
Indigo: But...but...
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While the foursome of our novels are coming up with their brilliant plan, how about heading over to Nadja Notariani's blog for a bit of lighter reading?
PIP Headquarters is a pitiful sight this morning, with Indigo (GUTG) and Abby (Neverlove) all decked out in their Cinderella-like cleaning duds, hair tied back, buckets full of soapy water and Playtex gloves up to their elbows. Turns out, girls who have unauthorized parties must pay the consequences.
Indigo: This sucks. *she's standing on the bathroom counter with a toothbrush, scrubbing the grooves in the light fixture*
Abby: Tell me about it. *plunges her latex-gloved hand into the toilet and scrubs vigorously*
Indigo: So, what's that Devourer dude got against you, anyway?
Abby: For a start, we're on opposite sides of the war for souls. Plus, Basil was sort of his pet project and he thinks I stole him away. I'd sure like to get even with him for snitching on us to Angela and Gwen about the party.
Indigo: *nods her head* He's plain evil, just like that soul-collecting Dark Shadow who's always after me. *shudders involuntarily* Too bad we can't get them both.
Abby: Hey, that's a great idea!
Indigo: What is?
Abby: Getting even with both of them, of course.
Indigo: Now wait a minute, Abby. I was just speaking hypothetically. I didn't mean we should actually go after them. That'd be really dangerous.
Abby: *stares off into the distance, a scheming look in her eyes*
Indigo: Abigail Bishop, you get that look out of your eyes right this minute....
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While our teenage characters are thinking about getting themselves into yet another "situation," perhaps you want to catch their prerecorded Character Spotlights over at Cherie Reich's blog, and then you won't want to miss the showdown at E.J. Wesley's blog, The Open Vein.
Gwen and Angela quietly left in the morning for another week of touring the blogosphere leaving Abby and Indigo...at PIP Headquarters...house-sitting. Again. Good thing the girls are on holiday until the end of the blog tour.
*Indigo stumbles sleepily into the kitchen - ears flopping on her fuzzy bunny slippers - to put water on for coffee*
Abby *calls out from her room*: Hey, Angela!
Indigo: Not here, Abby. Her and Gwen are at Shelly Akron's blog. Angie Sandro green lit them for today as well. Just me and you again.
*Abby shuffles into the kitchen in her nightshirt and fuzzy slippers*
Indigo *eyeing Abby over her shoulder*: So what are we going to do?
Abby *eyes wide*: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Last thing we need is another Wild Cherry Pepsi scare. I'm just glad Angela didn't notice.
*knock...knock...knock at the front door*
Abby: I got it. Probably one of them forgot something in all their giddiness.
Abby *yanking the door open*: What did you - oh, well, well, well. Look who we have here.
*Badger and Basil smile their winning smiles with offerings in their hands*
Thank you Word Clip Art :-)
Basil: Can we come in?
Abby: Two conditions. Me and Indigo change 'cuz you kind of caught us waking up and -
Indigo *yelling from the kitchen*: No parties!
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What teenage girl could turn down a steaming hot burger and fries...especially when they came with a cute boy? While they enjoy an impromptu lunch, please enjoy our posts at Shelly's The Life of a Novice Writer and Angie's Oh, The Things I've Learned.
Indigo and Abby are slouched on the sofa at PIP Headquarters eating cold pizza and watching Ghost Whisperer.
Abby: I am so thankful Simon was able to find some more Wild Cherry Pepsi. I thought we were so grounded. Angela would have instantly known we had a party...
*Indigo mutes the commercial*
Abby: ...and I still can't believe Badger got out of here without being spotted.
Indigo: Thanks to Franny causing a distration, you mean.
Abby: Yeah. How'd she know he was here?
Indigo: She didn't. Not at first anyway. She has a guest spot over at Ciara Knight's blog today and wanted to store her gown nearby. Imagine her fright when she opened the closet and Badger was standing there.
*Abby snorts*
Abby: I can't believe that a human guy gave a ghost lady a "fright," as you put it. What does a ghost have to be afraid of?
*Indigo shrugs*
Indigo: I don't know. But why does a ghost change her clothing every day, for that matter?
Abby: Good point. Hey, don't Angela and Gwen have two stops today?
*Indigo glances at the sidebar*
Indigo: Yeah. Their other stop may be at Books Down My Pillow, hosted by Cam. Still in the works?
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While our lazy teens are gelling in front of the television, perhaps you want to go by Ciara Knight's blog where Franny the Ghost Madam and Father Quanon the Priest are guesting together.
Indigo peeks through the peephole and sees Badger, cute even through the wonky viewfinder. A smile spreads across Indigo's face. She opens the door and drags him inside. Abby traipses down the hall to join them.
*Badger is empty-handed.*
*Indigo cocks her eyebrow, crosses her arms and taps her foot.*
Indigo: Don't tell me you forgot again? Two days in a row?
Badger: I tried, Indigo! Apparently there's a run on Wild Cherry Pepsi. I can't find it anywhere.
*The trio head down the hall to the entertainment room.*
Abby:Oh no. What are we going to do? Those were Angela's - if she finds out we drank her WCP...
Indigo: ...and had a party...
*Badger almost sat down on the virtual sofa, but changed his mind. Instead, he beat feet down the hall. Abby and Indigo chase after him.*
Abby: Where are you going?
Badger: I'm out of here. All I need is for Angela to find out I was here, and at a party here on Monday - she'll talk Gwen into making me the devil or something equally evil in her next novel. No, thank you!
*Voices at the front door causes a train derailment as the three teens collide in the hall.*
Indigo: Quick, in here!
*Abby opens the office door and Indigo shoves Badger inside.*
*Gwen and Angela come through the front door with Meradeth Houston.*
Abby: Hi! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at Meradeth's blog today.
Angela: We only had one stop today, remember? So we thought we'd give Meradeth the tour before we head over to her place.
*The girls share worried looks. The office is where they happened to shove Badger into.*
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While the girls work on getting out of this predicament, perhaps you'd like to head over to Meradeth Houston's blog. She's hosting us today, and we'll be talking about paranormal happenings and things of that nature.
Potpourri clung to the air with a sweet and soothing appeal. The Partners in ParanormYA entertaining room no longer resembled an after-party, throw-down, bash catastrophe. Linkin Park's "Breaking the Habit" played low in the background. Abby slouched in a chair, dust rag barely held by her fingertips. Indigo lay half on and half off the couch with a feather duster in hand.
Abby: I can't believe the whole place was trashed.
Indigo: I can't believe it took us all day and night to clean things up.
Abby: It wouldn't have taken so long if that ghost friend of yours didn't keep moving things all over the place.
Indigo: Franny can't help herself. But I'll talk to her.
*Knock, knock, knock at the front door. Indigo and Abby bolted upright and looked at each other.*
Abby: Can't be Angela and Gwen. It's Wednesday. I glanced at their schedule and saw a visit to Jessa Russo's blog for today.
Indigo: Don't forget about J.L. Campbell. Gwen said they may be stopping by to show off HQ. I was hoping she meant their new work space in the addition next door.
*Indigo crept to the door and checked the peephole. Her lips curled into a grin and a blush tinged her cheeks.*
Indigo: It's just Badger.
Abby: Did he get the Wild Cherry Pepsi?
*Indigo opened the door, looked at his empty hands, and dropped her smile instantly.*
Indigo: No. He didn't. We're in soooo much trouble.
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Our teen characters have some things to take care of. While they're busy working on getting out of possible trouble, please stop by Joy's blog to see how Gwen and I actually work together and visit Jessa's blog to find out something painful both Abby and Indigo have in common.
Abby and Indigo stood in the center of the Partners in ParanormYA's main entertaining room.
Both with wide eyes.
Mouths agape.
At some point during the party, someone found the decorations. Streamers dangled from the ceiling fan in colors of red, black, yellow and white. LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" single CD got scratched at some point and was stuck repeating "Every day I'm shuffling". Empty paper cups, plates and napkins littered the floor, along with a trio of empty pizza boxes.
Indigo: Oh. My. God!
Abby: It's okay, Indy. Angela and Gwen won't be back for a while. They're headed over to Brooke Johnson's place today. Heard Angela mention it had to do with killing someone. I didn't get to catch the whole thing.
Indigo: What?!?!?
Abby: Not "actually" killing someone. At least, I don't think. But they're also visiting Brinda Berry's place...something about taking ghosts.
Indigo: Uh oh. We're going to be in so much trouble.
Abby: We'll get this cleaned up in no time.
Indigo: Not that. Look...
*Indigo pointed a finger to the trash can. Half a dozen Wild Cherry Pepsi cans peeked out from the garbage. Abby gasped.*
Abby: Call Badger. We're going to need help.
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Day two of the blog tour has started with an oopsey with our teen characters. Perhaps they'll get the whole mess straightened out while all of you go visit Brooke's and Brinda's blogs
Angela Brown and Gwen Gardner rush around, completing final preparations for the kick-off of their blog tour. Partners in ParanormYA Headquarters will be left in the trusted hands of Abby (Neverlove) and Indigo (Givin’ Up The Ghost) while they’re away.
They absolutely do not want to be late for their appointment with Alex Cavanaugh...
“Abby?!” Angela yells down the hall. She shoves a red sweater into her suitcase and slams it shut. She rolls it down the hall, sweater sleeve sticking out and dragging along the floor. “Abby? Where are you?”
“Here I am,” said Abby. She pops up from the virtual sofa.
“Good. Do you know where my book is?” says Angela. She begins looking around frantically. Under couch cushions, in the refrigerator.
Abby follows her to the kitchen. “You mean Neverlove? The one that’s releasing today?”
Angela nods. "Yes, that's the one."
“No. Never heard of it,” Abby responds.
Angela shoots a stern look at Abby.
Abby sighs. “It’s already on Amazon, Angela! It's uploaded and ready for purchase. You don’t need it. Now quit freaking out. It’s going to be fine.”
“Who’s freaking out now?” Indigo comes from down the hall.
“Angela.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Gwen’s in the bathroom and won’t come out.” Indigo plops onto the sofa.
Angela runs from the room. Banging ensues on the bathroom door.
*****
An hour later...
“Okay,” says Gwen, rolling her suitcase to the front door. “We’re ready. But where’s my book? Where’sGivin' Up The Ghost?!”
“Relax, Gwen.” Angela snorts and shakes her head. “It’s on Amazon, of course.”
“Oh. Oh yeah." Gwen turns to Indigo. "Now Indigo...”
“...and Abby,” Angela adds, looking at Abby pointedly.
“...if you need us, you have our itinerary. It’s there in the sidebar.” Gwen’s pale face looks as if she might need another trip to the bathroom.
“And Abby, do you remember the rules?” asked Angela.
“No parties,” said Abby and Indigo in unison. They grin at each other.
“Yes, and...” Angela began.
“No boys,” the girls said in unison, once again.
“And, uh...” says Gwen, unable to actually finish a complete sentence.
“No rumpy pumpy.” Indigo’s cheeks flame.
“Huh?” Abby looks confused.
“Hanky panky,” Indigo clarifies.
“Oh,” said Abby. “No, of course not. Well, you two better get going. You don’t want to be late for your meeting with Alex.” She makes motions with her hands like she’s herding chickens.
“We’re going, we’re going,” said Angela, headed to the door.
The door closes...
Abby and Indigo high five each other...
“What time is it?” says Abby.
“It’s party time!” Indigo yells.
Dancing ensues....
In case you didn't actually "get" it, Neverlove and Givin' Up The Ghost are published and ready for purchase on Amazon. How do you purchase them, you ask?
AND NOW TO THE SUPERNATURAL, PARANORMYA GIVEAWAYS! WE'LL HAVE ONE EACH WEEK, PLUS THE BIG SWAG-BAG GIVEAWAY AT THE END. FOR NOW, WE HAVE THE WEEK 1 GIVEAWAY AND THE SUPER-DUPER BIG SWAG BAG GIVEAWAY THAT WILL END 11/4/12.
Once again we are interviewing Indigo Eady, our expert teen ghost whisperer. Welcome, Indigo! Thanks for being here today.
Thanks for inviting me, Gwen. I'll try to answer all your questions, but of course I don't know everything about ghosts.
Well, let's start with something easy, then. Where do ghosts live?
Good question, but not at all an easy one to answer. I'm not entirely sure. I believe there's an in-between world, between our material world and heaven. I once thought it was nothingness, just a black void, but now I'm not so sure.
What do you mean?
Take Franny Bishop, for instance. She's a nineteenth century ghost madam. She's sort of decided to take me under her wing and so she pops in at different times to check up on me. If she pops in during the early morning, she's usually wearing a dressing gown and her hair is down.
And? I'm sorry, I don't understand. Don't you see? She's wearing a dressing gown. As if she just got out of bed and threw on her robe. And she usually wears her hair up, not down.
Ah! I get it. So, at least in Franny's mind, she's been in bed sleeping? Exactly. But that's not all. She has a very elaborate and extensive wardrobe. She rarely wears the same thing twice. So you see, if ghosts really lived in nothingness, why all the wardrobe changes? She's always giving me fashion advice. I'm afraid I'm hopeless, though. *sigh*
Are all ghosts like that about their wardrobes? Not at all. Bart Bagley, he is - er, was, Badger's dad. You remember, he's the murder victim in Givin' Up The Ghost. He wears the same jeans and pendleton shirt every time I see him.
Hmmm, interesting. I wonder why that is? I think it has something to do with how long they've been dead and whether or not they've accepted their deaths. Bart's only been dead three months and definitely has not accepted his death. Do you remember what happened in the pub snug at the Blind Badger? He was awfully upset. That's why he wants me to help him find his murderer.
Whereas Franny has obviously been dead for a long time and doesn't seem to mind being dead at all. And neither does Hannah for that matter...
Hannah? Who's Hannah? Don't you remember? She's the seventeenth century serving girl from the Blind Badger pub. She's very interactive. Loves technology, which totally aggravates Riley. She's always messing with her cell phone.
That's right - the technology-loving ghost. Have you tried asking them where they go? Well - in the next book, A Ghostly Thing Surprised, Franny and I have a conversation about the Soul Collector. She does mention a community meeting...
A community meeting? As in...a community meeting of organized ghosties? *Indigo nods* It reminds me of a cross between a normal society and....
Hello Paranormya peeps! Angela and I are so happy you stopped by. We have a very special surprise guest today. I thought you paranormYA fans would like to hear a little bit more about some unique paranormya (pronounced paranormia) abilities.
So today I've invited my main character, Indigo Eady, from Givin' Up The Ghost, to discuss the gifts she uses.
Please feel free to chime in with any questions you may have.
Indigo, I understand that you don't like people to know about your special abilities. Why is that?
When I was young, I thought everybody could see and speak to ghosts. When I started school, I found out differently. When I'd pass a message from a spirit on to someone, they'd say I was lying. Then I'd get teased and the kids called me a freak and a witch and all sorts of unkind things. Needless to say I didn't have very many friends. That's why I don't like people to know. It makes them uncomfortable.
Can you share a little about these abilities with us?
Yes. I can see and speak to ghosts, and I also do Psychometry.
Psycho-what?
Psychometry. It's the ability to read the energy or history from a person or object. I'm not very good at it though. Or I should say that I'm not good at controlling it. It, uh, often backfires.
Backfires? What do you mean? Can you give us an example?
Without giving anything away about the book, I can tell you that sometimes when I shake hands with someone, I get a vision of something from their lives, something momentous or important. It runs through my head like a film clip. If that person is violent or has known violence, it can manifest negatively. I have to be very careful about what I touch.
Manifests negatively? I'm not sure I understand.
*Indigo holds her hands out, palms up. Scars of all shapes and sizes criss-cross them*What most often happens is they blister. And I have to be very careful about picking up someone's pint glass, because, *she shrugs*, if they are a big drinker, then chances are I feel the results of that.
What? Do you mean - you get drunk? Just from touching the glass?
*She nods and looks uncomfortable.* I'd rather not talk about that. Badger didn't fare well the last time I...never mind. Oh. Yeah. I do seem to recall...but never mind. Okay, then. How is it working with your new friends? They don't seem to mind about your being psychic.
No, they're great. They don't mind. Simon is my cousin, of course, and my best friend. But when Badger found out about me, he didn't believe me at first. I had to prove myself. The others, Badger's sister Riley and my friend Cappy - they didn't have trouble believing.
I have to ask this. You have an awful lot of mishaps. What's up with that?
*A big sigh* First, let me set the record straight. I am not clumsy. I'm really not. I'm...a coordinated person who uncoordinated things happen to. It's the ghosts and the Psychometry that keep me off kilter. I don't trip over my own feet or anything like that. I'm usually running from a dark spirit or chasing another one, or...*she pins me with her vivid blue gaze* you could help me with that, you know. You're the writer - you could fix that particular idiosyncracy.
*I shake my head.* I just write it as I see it. Besides, I think it's a very endearing trait, that you are, um...challenged in that way.
Please, Gwen. Or at least let someone else be the target for a change. No - wait. That didn't come out right. *clamps hand over her mouth.* I am so going to hell for that. It's just that Badger, you know...
Yes? Badger what?
Well, he's my friend...
Just a friend?
Yes, of course. *her cheeks turn crimson* And I'm always running him over and...well, other stuff. I don't want. I. We. Nothing. *sigh* It's complicated.
When it comes to the paranormal, it's no surprise there are different realms of existence. Think back to Ghost (if you haven't seen it, what are you waiting for?!?!?). Patrick Swayze's character remains earthbound after a traumatic incident removes him from his physical form. Whoopie Goldberg's character, much like our resident ghost whisperer, Indigo Eady from GIVIN' UP THE GHOST, has the ability to hear those spiritual beings who've yet to traverse over. Unlike Whoopie, Indigo has the added privilege - or curse, depending on your perspective - to see these forms as well. Talk about disturbing images.
But there's more to spirits than being stuck in the living world. Some go elsewhere. In NEVERLOVE, the place lost souls go to is called the Withers. Let's just say it's not a place to write home to your parents about. Some may equate the Withers to Purgatory. But unlike the movie, the Withers is always changing. And those battling it out are Cleansers and Harvestors, an extended "dislike" that can't be helped between heaven and hell.
Have you ever had an experience of the paranormal kind? Maybe some earthbound spirit trying to reach out to you?
I'll bet you didn't know that one of our members actually coined a new word in the formation of Partners in ParanormYA. I know she's not one to toot her own horn, so I'll do it for her. Angela Brown thought of it, and it's called paranormya (pronounced paranormia.)
Of course, we've figured out that it goes right after 'paranormal' in the dictionary:
par·a·nor·mal
Sounds like [par-uh-nawr-muhl] adjective of or pertaining to the claimed occurrence of an event or perception without scientific explanation, as psychokinesis, extrasensory perception, or other purportedly supernatural phenomena.
par·a·nor·my·a
Sounds like [par-uh-norm-e-ah] adjective/noun1. of or pertaining to supernatural occurrences, primarily affecting young adults between the ages of 13 – 18. The phenomena is without scientific explanation and includes happenings such as extrasensory perception, ghost whispering, and Psychometry, and 2. in a broader sense, includes those purportedly to blame for such occurrences, i.e., the master of hell (aka the Devil, Satan) and soul collectors.
Eighteen year old Basil collects souls using his journal, 'Nevermore.' He sucks the lost souls into his pen and locks them into the pages of his journal with his blood as the ink. Here is a brief scene about Nevermore from Neverlove:
“So you suck at combat.” The corners of Drakar’s lip tilted in a lopsided grin.He draped his arm on Basil’s shoulder.
“Right.You’re the devil.Comfort’s not your strong suit.”
“True.Strategy is.Which is why I get to know a little about my potential Harvestors before they, you know, get dead and all.I remembered you had a penchant for writing.I think this will be the best way for you to earn your keep.”He handed Basil the package.
Basil resisted the urge to roll his eyes heavenward. He barely recalled talking about his short-lived editing gig during class introductions.A brown leather bound journal showed through after two quick rips of the flimsy wrapping.Drakar brought his hand from behind his back.
“A pen. Just what I need.I’ve been itching to write.”A smile tugged at Basil’s lips.He pursed his lips with a reminder that he was in hell, in an eternity of debt behind his careless choice of words with the wrong person.Besides, there was no smiling in hell.At least, not for him.
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Sixteen year old Indigo Eady uses Psychometry as one her paranormya abilities. Psychometry is the reading of energy or history through touch of an object or person. Here's a scene with an example from Givin' Up The Ghost:
“Hey,” he said. “Are you all right? What happened in there?”
I sighed. How do I explain this?
“I, um, sometimes get visions through touching. It’s called Psychometry – reading the energy of objects or people through touch. When I shook hands with Nat, I had a vision of him shaking Shelly, pretty violently.”
Badger looked at me like I had a third eye in the middle of my forehead.
“The violence manifested itself by burning my hand.” I pulled my trembling hand out of my pocket, palm skyward. Tiny blisters bubbled up, bright, red and angry.
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As you can see, our characters go through quite a bit of angst with paranormya occurrences. What kind of paranormya occurrences do your characters go through, if any? How about in real life?
