The Killing Cure: Drink
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: September 24, 2015
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 63,871
Cover Artist: Shari Ryan
Childhood friendship turns to love in this dark reimagining of the fountain of youth. In 1919, Charlie returns from WWI and gives his heart to Julia. As their love story begins, tragedy strikes when Julia contracts a deadly illness.
On her deathbed, dreams of a future together shatter, but Charlie refuses to give up, convincing Julia to drink from a vial of “healing waters” his war buddy swore would bring spontaneous healing. Julia’s miraculous recovery brings hope, but the water’s murderous side effects snuff out the couple’s short-lived joy.
Can Charlie help Julia fight the water’s call to kill? All their efforts may be in vain when Julia has to choose between running from the curse or embracing it in order to save Charlie.
Journey with Julia and Charlie through a love story that spans a hundred years and an age-old curse that spans more and worse, puts Charlie’s life and Julia’s soul at risk.
The Dirty Dozen Interview – Get to Know the Author
As an author, I’ve done more than a few interviews for various blogs, something I’ve come to dread. Most of the questions are the same (why did you want to be a writer, who inspired you, yadda yadda yadda!!), and I always struggle to change up my rote answers so I’m not just cutting and pasting. I want each interview to be unique, damn it!
It’s kind of exhausting. In theory, I like the idea of interviews and learning more about various authors, but in practice I find it dreadfully dull.
Which made me wonder, could I come up with interview questions that were fun and entertaining for both readers and authors? And still provide us insight into the mind of the author? (after all, that’s really the point of an interview, isn’t it?)
Thus, the Dirty Dozen were born. I hope the author had as much fun answering these questions as I did coming up with them!
If I came to your house for dinner, what would you prepare?
Hmm, great question! I don’t have a specific go-to, but barring any special dietary sensitivities, I’d probably go with a homemade BBQ chicken pizza, an Italian salad, homemade garlic bread and then something in the chocolate family for dessert.
If you were a box of cereal, what kind would you be and why?
The first thing that pops into my head Chocolate Krave (probably because I love it and I cannot be trusted around a box of that crack-infused cereal). Since by nature I’m a people pleaser, I think that’s pretty fitting because what’s more pleasing than chocolate with more chocolate inside? Nothing, I say.
What would I find in your refrigerator right now?
Weeellll, since I need to go grocery shopping, we’re down to bare bones. But the basics are there–milk, orange juice, a few remaining veggies, some chicken for dinner tonight, and homemade bread. Plus a ton of condiments, most of which barely get used and take up unnecessary space in the door.
What song best describes you and why?
You know, I love music because, like books, it has a power to meet you where you’re at and speak to you. I’m sure there are any number of songs that could answer that question at different stages of life for different reasons. Pretty recently, Counting Stars by One Republic (whom I love) really resonated with me. I know there are a variety of meanings circulating out there for the song, but I read an interview with the band and they simply said the song was about the desire for bigger things–accomplishing dreams and the luxery of having time to “count stars”–be there for the simple and at the same time great things in life. I don’t have a desire for “more.” I’m very content. I just want to enjoy what I have, or more aptly the relationships I have–my family and frienships without being bogged down by life’s stressors. Yeah, yeah, we probably all want that, right? I’ve always been a dreamer and that’s always been one of my big dreams–to have the time to sit around and grow the relationships that are most important to me.
If you could have any two celebrities as your parents, who would they be and why?
Is it blasphemous to ask if I can be Mother Theresa’s child? Maybe she adopted me. She’s so inspiring and social issues have always been near and dear to my heart. I would love to have had her influence over my formative years. And for a dad, let’s see…just to mix it up let’s go with Tom Selleck. Because, you know, he’s Tom Selleck. But in reality, my own parents do just fine, and I’m grateful to have them!
What is your favorite movie? What is your least favorite and why? (I know, that’s like two questions. Humor me.)
I struggle so incredibly with “favorite” questions, just because I have such ecclectic taste and it depends so much on my mood, what’s going on, etc. Okay, but I’ll give you two for faves: The original Matrix–at the time I watched it the movie was so thought provoking and introduced so many new things visually to the screen. I just loved it, and it left a big impression. And Momento–ever seen that one? It’s a total mind-bend, which I love in my movies (and books!), and it came together cleverly in the end. As for least favorite…
Are you more of a hunter or a gatherer?
Oh…probably a gatherer. I’m not that fierce, and I love nuts and berries and I probably couldn’t stomach killing an animal.
Do you believe in Bigfoot? Or the Loch Ness Monster? What about aliens? (Again, I know this is technically more than one question, but you can answer yes or no and leave it at that, if you want. That would be kind of boring, but you can totally do that and I would understand)
Hmmm….Bigfoot and Loch Ness I’ll have to go negatory on. But aliens…I think the universe (and beyond) is just to vast to rule out that possibility. And with contemporary scientists constantly discovering new planets with the right conditions fore life, now more than ever I think it’s fair to assume we aren’t alone
What would be a fitting epitaph for your tombstone (presuming you don’t want to be cremated)?
Here lies Charis (my real name)…devoted wife and mother, dreamer, doer. I hope those to be true of me in the end!
Picking one universe, Star Trek or Star Wars (and knowing that the interviewer leans heavily in the direction of the Star Trek universe), which character do you most relate to and why?
Oy…this question seems determined to evoke judgment regardless the answer. And my problem is that I’m not well acquainted with either universe (don’t hate me!). I had a good friend growing up whose family were devoted viewers of Star Trek the TV show. I caught glimpses here and there and pretty much my main impression was that Will Wheaton was cute. Deep, right? That pretty much sums up my adolescense. Anyway, getting off track. I LOVE the Star Trek movie reboot and while there are many a’ character I find fascinating, I don’t know I found myself “relating” to them, thought I wouldn’t mind relating face to face with those bright blue eyes belonging to Chris Pine–know what I mean? Ahem. As for Star Wars, I saw the first three (which are actually the last three until soon) at the age of 15 for the first time with my then boyfriend. So I don’t remember much and I haven’t seen them since. So, you see, I can’t give you an educated answer. But just for you I took 2 online quizzes to see which Star Wars and Star Trek charcter I am and I got Sulu and for Star Trek I got Obi-Wan Kenobi for Star Wars. So apparently that quiz thinks I’m kind of awesome because I do know both those characters are. Thanks for the help random online quiz. Whew! (wipes sweat off forehead).
What is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to you?
This is funny to me and one of my more memorable high school experiences. I was at an epic slumber party at which we decided we would tee-pee several of the boys we were friends with (read: crushing on). We went to our local grocery store, bought copious amounts of toilet paper and went up to pay. As we were paying a cop pulls up, sits there for a moment and then gets out of his car to use a payphone. Whaaa? We knew something was up because…a pay phone. So, what do we do? We divide our massive group. Some of us “sneak” out of the store empty handed and drive away, hoping the cop will lose interest while the rest of us opened the toilet paper (once we paid for it–we weren’t delinquents) and proceeded to stuff our clothing with it. The cop had returned to his car by the time we left, and we snuck down an alley that led from the store to our designated meet-up. Just as we were loading up the car with all the toilet paper, the cops rolled up–two cars with full sirens and everything. We thought we’d been sneaky but our jig was up. They gave us a harsh talking to, did their best to scare us with threats of juvie and the like and rode away after a stiff warning. What could they do, after alll? We had commited no crime. We all got a great laugh out of that one and then went ahead and tee-peed anyway. Good times!
Tell us your favorite joke.
That’s what she said.
(you don’t have to answer these, since they don’t fit within the “dozen,” but it would be awesome if you did!)
Can you fit your whole fist in your mouth?
Oh yeah, baby. But to be fair, I have a small hand and a big mouth.
Rate these interview questions on a scale of 1 to 10 and explain your rating.
Let’s go with 9.5. Lots of fun, but some were tough for me!!
Again, on a scale of 1 to 10, rate yourself on how weird you are.
Hmm…I’ll say a nice mid-level 5. I have my quirks like anyone, but I’m not straight up bizarro either. So, in the middle is a good place to be.
She wheeled me to our meeting place. Charlie was not sitting on the lumpy couch like he usually was; instead, he stood, his feet almost bouncing as they met the ground. His eyes were bright, his smile bigger than I’d ever seen.
As soon as we were alone, I asked, “What are you so happy about?”
“First,” he said and then kissed me. “Second, I’m happy because today you’re going to get well.”
I hardly had the energy to lift my gaze to his face. “Can you sit, please?”
“Oh sure, of course. See, I knew you’d beat this thing. It only became clear to me today how it would happen. I took the next train as soon as I knew.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sorry. Okay.” He took a deep breath and tried again. “Do you remember my war buddy Arnold I told you about?”
“Was he the one who wanted to be the horse doctor or the one with the bizarre obsession with water?”
“The water.” Charlie’s eyes lit, and he pulled a chain from his pocket. On the end of it was a small vial with a clear liquid in it. “All I’ve thought about since I left you last was how I couldn’t lose you. I racked my brain all week long, prayed to God for you when I should’ve been sleeping, until the answer came this morning. I remembered I had it. You should’ve heard how he carried on and on about this water, how it would heal, how he went through hell to get it but it was worth it should he ever need it. And I thought, ‘Why let it go to waste?’ Especially now that you need it so badly. Obviously there was a reason I held on to the water. It wasn’t clear until now.”
“Oh, I love you. But there’s no such thing as healing waters. You said yourself he was superstitious.”
“I know I did, but what if there’s more to it than I thought? I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before.”
“Look at me, Charlie. I am skin and bones. My entire body hurts, and I can barely eat. I am being consumed right before your eyes, and you’ve got your sights set on some silly potion.”
And then I saw it. Behind the fire in Charlie’s eyes lived desperation. All his hope hinged on this sip of water. Insane as it was, he was willing to embrace any farfetched possibility if it meant he didn’t have to face the reality of living without me.
His face fell a little at my words, but he wouldn’t be discouraged. “What will it hurt? Drink it, please. For me.” He held the vial out, and I studied him. Hopelessness threatened to burst through the expectation in his eyes, and I felt sad for him. I, with a body full of consumption, pitied Charlie.
The pity came on the heels of my love for him. His plea warmed my heart, desperate as it was, because somewhere, deep down, despite all his optimism and prayers, he knew I was going to die. I took it from him, opened it up, and tipped it back. What harm could one small sip of water do?
About the Author
C.S. Kendall spent her formative years growing up in the small town of McPherson, KS. As such, there was not much to do, so her imagination, which always lagged behind her age, had free reign. From playing dress up into her teens, recording radio shows with various voices and storylines with her friends, to dappling with the art of crafting a novel, there were few dull moments for her. Enter adulthood, a day job, and the backburner. But story came calling, and finally, her imagination woke up and answered. Though she loves and is fulfilled by her job as a social work therapist, she equally enjoys running away in her mind to imaginary lands with made up people. She lives happily with her husband and their two amazing children in southwest Michigan.
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