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    Stepping Out of Reality: Short Spells of Appalachian Magic
    Stepping Out of Reality: Short Spells of Appalachian Magic
    Stepping Out of Reality: Short Spells of Appalachian Magic
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    Stepping Out of Reality: Short Spells of Appalachian Magic

    By Kari Kilgore

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    Five Journeys Away from Life as You Know It

    Mark gets to know himself and his family. And learns to take unusual warnings to heart.
    Ella chases a lifelong dream. Never imagining the reality around the next curve.
    Amy takes a bittersweet trip down memory lane. And discovers the past makes its own plans.
    Paul celebrates a treasured best friend. Never suspecting a life-changing secret awaits.
    Kay's Café serves up all kinds of comfort. But Kay wants to bring the taste of love itself back to life.


    Life brings constant change. Transitions we all recognize in one way or another.
    But sometimes those changes take us a step out of the ordinary. And into the world only glimpsed out of the corner of your eye.
    Join storyteller Kari Kilgore on a fantastic journey through life's changes, and beyond.
    Includes five new original stories: The Perfect Shade of Haint Blue, The Road to Paradise Mountain, Amy in Wonderland, The Lightning-Struck Wood, and A Taste Just Like a Hug.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSpiral Publishing, Ltd
    Release dateMar 5, 2021
    ISBN9781393906667
    Stepping Out of Reality: Short Spells of Appalachian Magic
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    Kari Kilgore

    Kari Kilgore started her first published novel Until Death in Transylvania, Romania, and finished it in Room 217 at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado, where Stephen King got the idea for The Shining. That’s just one example of how real world inspiration drives her fiction. Kari’s first published novel Until Death was included on the Preliminary Ballot for the Bram Stoker Award for Outstanding Achievement in a First Novel in 2016. It was also a finalist for the Golden Stake Award at the Vampire Arts Festival in 2018. Recent professional short story sales include three to Fiction River anthology magazine, with the first due out in the September issue. Kari also has two stories in a holiday-themed anthology project with Kristine Kathryn Rusch due out over the holidays in 2019. Kari writes fantasy, science fiction, horror, and contemporary fiction, and she’s happiest when she surprises herself. She lives at the end of a long dirt road in the middle of the woods with her husband Jason Adams, various house critters, and wildlife they’re better off not knowing more about. Kari’s novels, novellas, and short stories are available at www.spiralpublishing.net, which also publishes books by Frank Kilgore and Jason Adams. For more information about Kari, upcoming publications, her travels and adventures, and random cool things that catch her attention, visit www.karikilgore.com.

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      Stepping Out of Reality - Kari Kilgore

      Stepping Out of Reality

      To all the Appalachian Mountain storytellers

      who came before me

      Stepping Out of Reality

      Short Spells of Appalachian Magic

      Kari Kilgore

      Spiral Publishing, Ltd.

      Contents

      Introduction

      The Perfect Shade of Haint Blue

      The Road to Paradise Mountain

      Amy in Wonderland

      The Lightning-Struck Wood

      A Taste Just Like a Hug

      About Kari

      Also by Kari Kilgore

      Introduction

      Life is full of changes. Transitions.

      Portals, if you will.

      Even if we don’t recognize them at the time, we all live through events that mark our passage through life. From youth to adulthood, from middle age into our senior years. Gaining knowledge and experience, reaching goals, losing friends and loved ones.

      Even the joyful transitions leave us changed, sometimes more than the painful ones do.

      When I was writing the original stories for this collection, I didn’t have a theme or plan in mind aside from the focus on portals. I was a couple of stories in before I realized they’d all be set in my native Appalachian Mountains of Virginia.

      Since my family moved away before I turned four and I’ve resided here on and off since I was nineteen, frequent visits and moves turned this setting into a real-life portal for me.

      I always thought of the mountains and valleys and forests as home, but I was often the outsider returning. With life here tending to run at a slower pace, it was usually me doing the changing, while the land and much of my family remained the same. Returning home with a solidly Midwestern accent sets me apart as well, no matter how many years I stay put.

      That dual perspective as an insider and an outsider is one of my most-treasured storytelling gifts.

      It comes in pretty handy for life in general, too.

      As often happens when I put a collection together, I’m surprised at how the stories seem to organize themselves. In this case, it was those life events, the portals we all pass through in one way or another.

      Mark Hersch stands at the threshold of several changes in The Perfect Shade of Haint Blue. Learning to drive, considering college, thinking of where and how he wants to begin his adult life. The close relationship with his grandfather—closer to the end of his own time—provides Mark with a vital guide and guardrail.

      In The Road to Paradise Mountain, Ella Weaver made many of those choices years ago. She’s reached the point of deciding what sort of middle age she wants to pursue. In my own experience and in observing the world around me, that’s a prime time for a youthful passion to truly come into its own.

      And yes, I do indeed love to drive a great car on a beautiful road! I haven’t yet found Paradise Mountain, but I’ll keep searching.

      The restoration of a beloved landmark from Amy Holbrook’s youth brings a chance for reliving the past in Amy in Wonderland. That’s one of the many wonderful opportunities that can come with maturity. Getting to revisit and finally understand childhood events that brought us joy, or pain, or simply confusion.

      Paul Weaver faces one of the more difficult passages in The Lightning-struck Wood: celebrating a dear friend’s life while feeling sad about their absence. The challenge in a situation like that, especially when the friend made a positive impact on many people’s lives, is finding a way to remember and honor them with joy.

      One way to try to pay respects and keep a loved one’s memory alive is by keeping up their traditions. That might be singing a certain song, putting up special holiday decorations, or supporting their favorite charity.

      Certainly here in Appalachia and within many other cultures around the country and around the world, that tradition often involves cooking and sharing meals together. In A Taste Just Like a Hug, Kay Walton wants nothing more than to comfort friends of hers in that most personal way.

      Of course one of the best things about writing my way through these life transitions rather than living them is I get to add fantasy elements (or to be honest, the storytelling engine in my mind adds them for me). When it comes to portal fantasy, those elements can range from an adjustment to the senses all the way to a magical passageway.

      These enhancements always surprise me when they show up, especially when their primary job is to amplify what’s already happening in the story.

      And I’ll admit I wish I’d had a few of these extra abilities available to me in real life a time or two.

      I hope you enjoy getting to know these characters and reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. Several of the people (and settings) you’ll meet in these pages are parts of series. So if you want to join them, and me, on more adventures, you can find out more at the end of the book.

      You can also visit www.KariKilgore.com to learn more about me and find other short stories, along with novellas, novels, and more collections.

      For more Appalachian stories, head on over to www.KariKilgore.com/TalesfromAppalachia.

      You’ll discover more fantasy of many kinds at www.KariKilgore.com/Fantasy.

      If you want to keep up with what I’m doing next, get free stories, read exclusive content not available anywhere else, and see adorable pet photos, check out www.ConfidentialAdventureClub.com. Hope to see you there!

      And last but certainly not least, thank you for your support of me and my writing. It means the world to me and keeps me coming back to tell the next tale.

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      For everyone who knows to take those strange little hunches seriously

      The Perfect Shade of Haint Blue

      After three years in Las Vegas and the Mojave Desert, July rain on his grandparents’ tin roof sounded like heaven to Mark Hersch. The endlessly refreshing scent and the feel of clean humidity on his skin only amplified the effect, once he’d gotten over sweating so much for the first week or so.

      He kicked one brown hiking boot against the dark blue painted floor of the porch, sending the long porch swing back into motion. Every time he leaned his head against the high back of the swing, he smiled at the contrast of the narrow boards of the ceiling overhead painted a pale robin’s egg blue.

      Haint blue, his granny called that paint color, her musical Appalachian accent making the word so much more interesting than his own generic military brat pronunciation of haunt could ever be.

      Mark had heard folks say using that color on the porch was an old Southern and mountain tradition, meant to keep ghosts so confused and disoriented by an apparent blue sky overhead that they never found their way inside.

      He suspected there was more to the tradition than that, but hadn’t been able to get online to confirm it just yet. The late Nineties had brought fast and easy internet to Vegas, but the slow, creaky dialup deep in the mountains around Hartstown, Virginia, was another frustrating story.

      Lugging a big computer tower and monitor all this way hadn’t been anywhere near worth the trouble.

      When Mark first arrived for his summer stay in early June, the long metal chains holding up the swing sang out with a distinctive groaning noise every time someone pushed back. One of his first help-around-the-house jobs—following his parents’ edict that he make himself useful and welcome rather than being a lazy fifteen-year-old nuisance—had been oiling that chain to quiet the sound.

      His grandparents both thanked him and claimed to be happy about the nearly silent motion of the swing now, but Mark was sure he caught a flash of sadness in their eyes.

      He kept his quiet regret to himself, and how much he missed that otherworldly groan. He was afraid if he told them he felt like he’d stolen the haint’s voice, they’d both agree.

      And that would be entirely too depressing for summertime.

      Mark knew it was useless, but he once again attempted to tame his ornery mop of strawberry blond hair. His fingers only caught on painful snarls, likely making the whole thing worse.

      One of the very few things he liked about the dry climate in Las Vegas was the way his hair almost behaved. It was still wavy, sure, and not likely to be anyone’s definition of smooth, any more than he was himself.

      In the always-humid mountain air, his hair celebrated its liberation by twisting and snaking itself into a tangled mess at the slightest provocation. A late Thursday morning rainstorm after a sweaty, dusty job apparently called for a lively corkscrew party.

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