Please welcome Moriah Gemel and
The Los Angeles music scene has not been kind to Devon Caelin. He struggles to fit in and has a streak of bad luck the length of the Sunset Strip. One rare rainy night, he drowns his sorrows from bar-to-bar, until he stumbles into an alley club called Céilí. He discovers that it’s home to a small community of mystical people making their way in the human world, and that he found it only because he is Fae himself. With mentoring from the pub’s proprietor, Eldan—a powerful Fae Lord protecting his kind in the city—Devon unearths his past and discovers his magical abilities. His life appears to be back on track—until a member of the Faerie Court is murdered and the secret of their world is threatened to be revealed.
“This is where we’ll do the spell,” Eldan says. “I can open the channel easily enough, but I’d like you to assist in keeping it open. Stand behind me when I tell you to, and put your hands on my shoulders. If we’re compatible, I’ll be able to take some of your energy to bolster mine, just enough to maintain a stronger connection than I would on my own, all right? You might get a little dizzy, but I promise you’ll be okay.”
“I’m not afraid, Eldan.” Devon is excited to see this magic performed, to see the Queens. What will they be like, these women that Eldan is wary to speak of?
“No. You aren’t, are you?” Eldan smiles. “Well. Best get on with it then. Stand nearby, please?”
Devon settles himself just behind Eldan, and Eldan nods. Then, he pulls a little vial from his pocket and shakes it.
“Here we go.”
He uncorks the bottle, and Devon smells something almost metallic. Eldan walks to the first corner of the table, to the right, and pours a drop of whatever’s inside the vial over the little pile of dirt.
“Cré.” His hand hovers over the bowl, and the dirt spreads and forms a flat plane under his palm. Eldan smiles and walks on.
He walks to the back right of the table and pours a drop into the empty bowl. “Aer,” he says and his hand hovers. The bowl trembles, and the dust motes in the air within it coalesce and spin. He walks on.
The third bowl holds sticks, and Eldan pours the liquid on them before hovering his hand, causing them to burst into flames. “Tine.” Devon can’t help but push his breath out and shake his head. This is cool. All this magic, it’s really real. He thought it was a story for children, but magic is real, and he’s a part of it. He never thought much about fairytales but now he wishes he had, because it would make this moment so much better.
Finally, Eldan pours into the fourth bowl, filled with water, and his hand hovering creates little waves that splash on the sides of the bowl gently, as though upset. “Uisce,” he says and then he walks on.
He circles the table counter-clockwise three times and, when he reaches the head of the table once more, he nods to Devon. “Now.”
Devon steps up as Eldan turns away and puts his hands on Eldan’s slim, strong shoulders. Immediately, his palms tingle, as Eldan waves a hand. The mirror in the center of the table stands up, reflecting them. Eldan presses a palm to the center of it.
“Oscailt agus a léiriú,” Eldan says. Devon wishes he knew what the hell he was saying, but it’s pretty, in any case. Celtic? Gaelic? Something. “Na Ríona I Talún Samhraidh.”
The mirror clouds, and Devon licks his lips and stands on his tiptoes to see over Eldan’s shoulder. Nothing happens, though, for long moments, in which Eldan’s breathing comes quick and loud. Devon squeezes his shoulders, and Eldan whimpers faintly. But he slows down, and Devon keeps squeezing, staring at what he can see of Eldan’s face, staring at the delicate line of his jaw, his high cheekbone, the flutter of an eyelash, the jut of his nose, which is freckled and fair.But then the clouds part, and there they are.
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We had a chance to ask the author a few questions:
Hi Moriah, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Thank you for having me. I'm an author at night and a stay-at-home mom during the day, and I've been writing since the age of seven. My current book is called Céilí and it's about a man who finds where he belongs after a lifetime of searching, and how he comes to protect that life at all costs.
- Is there a character in your books that you can’t stand? (Antagonist for example) And what makes them someone you don’t like?
Oh no. I love all my characters, even the villainous ones. Because they're mine. They're in my head, and it would be really hard if I hated someone in my head. I understand them (even if I don't condone them), and understanding makes hatred very difficult.
- Are there misconceptions people have about your genre?
Of course. They think romance is all fluff. That it's just frippery, that it's empty and just no substance. That comes a lot from the fact that it's a women's genre, most of the time, and I won't even get into that kind of politics right now. But it's absolutely not true. I mean, the frippery is definitely out there, and it has its place in entertainment, I have nothing against it, but not all romance is that. Not all romance has to be that. Interlude Press is definitely something I'm proud to be a part of because of this, it's all substance.
- Is there message in your novel that you hope readers grasp?
I hope readers grasp that there's always a way to belong, even if it's only to yourself. That you can be different and weird and down and unlucky and that's okay, because you're still important and still worthy of acceptance. And that that acceptance can start with you.
- How has your writing evolved since your first book? (If this is your first book, how do you hope it evolves?)
Well, it got a lot more personal. I dug a little deeper and worked harder and put more of myself on the page, so it hit a deeper note inside of me. It was hard to access, it started as much more surface, but thanks to my editors I really got told to go there and I ended up doing just that.
- One food you don’t care if you never eat it again.
Mushrooms. I'm allergic! Well, intolerant? I'm not sure the correct term. It feels like my stomach is pierced with glass shards when I eat them. Ugh, no more for me please. (You'd be surprised how many dishes contain mushrooms at restaurants, and how often that's not indicated on the menu).
About the author:
Moriah Gemel has developed a dedicated following for her realistic, sexually-charged stories over twelve years in online fan communities. Moriah is passionate about diversity in fiction, as well as realistic depictions of BDSM and sex education. Her first novel, Load the Dice, was published as a serial in ten parts. Céilí is her second novel. She lives with her husband, young son, and two cats.
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