Blog Tour - Medium Wave - 29/4/18

Book Spotlight 

Medium Wave 

by Rose Zolock

Today on my Blog I have the pleasure of Sharing with you......

Medium Wave!

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Book Information 

Becky Moran has built a career claiming to talk to the dead. A successful clairvoyant medium, a Cambridge graduate with her own radio show ‘Medium Wave’ and a team dedicated to crafting the celebrity myth – because Becky Moran is a fake. Until, one night, something supernatural, inexplicable, breaks through live on air as she is broadcasting. Becky Moran discovers the paranormal is real, the dead can indeed speak and she is being pursued relentlessly towards a battle for her very survival. 

‘This thing has no defined shape. Whatever energy exists within it, it cannot settle on a shape. The strands of darkness curl out and then wrap back inwards. The bulk of the shadow becomes concave, then bulbous, the height building in on itself but lacking any skeletal structure to wrap itself around. There are no eyes, no clearly defined head shape. It is creating itself from darkness, like a swirl of ebony ink dropped into a vat of putrid water, spreading silently….’

Purchase from Amazon UK  - https://www.amazon.co.uk/Medium-Wave-Dead-Becky-Moran-ebook/dp/B079YY2DBX/

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Guest Post

Cross My Palm With Silver – or $10 will do…

I saw a street board sign on the Upper East Side in New York last summer, outside a brownstone building, not far from Bloomingdales on 3rd Avenue. PSYCHIC Palm and Tarot Card Readings $10 special, it read. Walk ins welcome.

It could have been in any American city – or indeed, be in any British seaside town where Mystic Gypsy Rose will promise you a reading – palm, tarot – eye to eye – perhaps holding a piece of your jewellery , warm from your hand, clutching it with her eyes closed.  Generations of women have giggled to their friends and pushed each other inside, feeling just a little bit fearful but making a joke of it all. Whether the psychic was of a travelling heritage or from Clacton or Nebraska, if you were lucky, you got a swarthy matron wearing large, jangly earrings and gazing into a crystal ball – her trade plied over a small round table, a scarf over the lamp and maybe spangles catching the light on a draped wall hanging just to make sure you felt right you were in the right place for dollop of psychic magic.

In my novel, Medium Wave, you can explore the art of a clairvoyant medium and make your own mind up. Here, now, we are just spending a few pennies in the fairground tent, the end of the pier, or with the amateur tarot card reader doing a bit at a charity fair. Come on, come with me. It’s just for fun, after all.

Have you noticed, there is always a buzz when a friend says she saw a medium who told her things… amazing things? A sequence of phone calls follow –those of us interested wanting to know the psychic’s name, wanting to marvel at what was said. Anyhow, let’s get back on the pier. I love to watch the dilemma of the girls who see there is a so called fortune teller at the seaside. They nudge each other when they see the name – always mysterious – ‘Madam Zelda, Psychic to the Stars!’ the name picked out in a gaudy typeface and surrounded by twinkly lights. If you are lucky, there will be a photograph of said Madam Zelda with a star from yesteryear, grinning at the camera. It’s a joke, a bit of a laugh, and then the girls wander off for some candyfloss. Or maybe they’d prefer a gin and tonic, or two.

I love a so- called psychic, as what they do and how they do it is my profession, my interest. Once, at a very upmarket polo match five of us – all friends – paid a bit more than $10 for ten minutes with an elderly, corpulent man with emphysema. His weary wife sat outside the green army tent set up on the edge of the field. No spangles here.  She looked tired, her long black hair streaked with grey and she was soothing a black and white collie dog. She took the money. Her husband took us inside – he shuffled a lot, appeared to be adjusting his underwear and was particularly interested in one of my friends – she is stunning, even at nearly 60 – and in a very un-psychic way he asked her the colour of her underwear. I think his wife would have been better sitting inside that tent and leaving the dog to guard the entrance.

Let’s move away from that for a moment.

Speaking to the dead can be far more serious. For my research, I once sat in on a séance. No sparkles there. It was at the home of a friend, a modern house and it was carried out in the dining room. Five people sat around that table. The medium had arrived looking as if she shopped for her clothes at Marks and Spencer, with no glamour anywhere. Her reputation was good. One friend who came to the séance that night had just lost a longstanding and much loved friend. When that friend came through – every light in that room flickered. It was rapid and sustained – even a power surge could not have produced that. There was no one else in the house. The medium asked him to stop using the energy on the lights. My friend was convinced that the spirit of her loved one was in that room. The lights stopped flickering. Then, a few moments later, the medium asked him to show us again. The lights in that room flickered and dimmed and brightened again for well over a minute. I timed it. No one was laughing then.

Cross my palm with silver for $10. Looking back, I wished I’d walked inside that brownstone on the Upper East Side in New York. Maybe next time, I will…

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Author Bio 

Her Irish grandmother first told Rose about the Banshee when she was just a small child. How the wailing sound of the spirit of the dead and dying could be heard when someone was about to pass.

It was family folklore that the women in the family had ‘the touch’, the ability to see spirits and other dimensions. Rose listened and grew up fascinated by those who claimed to have supernatural or psychic abilities.

Rose does not claim to have those powers. Take her to Venice in February when the mist swirls over the canals, walk by her side along the darkened streets of Greenwich Village in New York City in high summer, listening to a ghost walk tour guide tell the stories of death, murder and the unexplained – Rose would say those stories and our belief in them gives her a power to see into the shadows within our imagination.

As a journalist, Rose takes every opportunity to explore and investigate strange stories, myth and folklore. Living in rural Yorkshire, with a rich library of ghost stories and literary tradition, Rose also has a sceptical and forensic insight into those who peddle the stories which feed our imagination but of which we have yet found no proof. She has listened to the debunkers who argue against those believers who are convinced that sand the dark side exist.

Rose’s mind is open. Is yours?

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