The Story of the Door

 

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Ah, the door. I promised a story, so here goes. A couple years back, I begged my old friend Ant to take me to Sleepy Hollow. I love the Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Washington Irving. After reading Jessica Verday’s The Hollow, I had to visit the graveyard.

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As we wandered the cemetery where the headless horseman took his legendary ride, we came across this mausoleum. I’ve always been fascinated by hourglasses and I took 6 photos–my norm for when I find something intriguing. The design lingered in the back of my mind.

A month later, I was working on my first draft of The Girl Who Saved Ghosts. I had this scene where Kat is led by her great aunts, Jacqueline and Vivian, to the center of power in her family’s home, Dumbarton. And this door popped into my mind.

Here’s  a sneak peek at the draft:

I stood there, staring at the door. It was a greenish-blue metal and had an hourglass sculpted on it. Carved above the hourglass was a crescent moon and below the hourglass was a sun.

I looked from Vivian to Jacqueline, bewildered. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Open this door. It protects the family’s power,” Jacqueline said.

There wasn’t a knob or a handle. No keyhole. Nothing. “How?”

“Touch the door. Let it know who you are and why you are here,” Vivian said.

Nothing like major existential questions. Who was I? Katarina Preston. Now Katarina Langley. I was a girl who spoke to ghosts and helped them with their reckonings. I was the Langley heir. A time traveler who changed the past. The one who protected the Radcliffes from supernatural harm.

Why I was here? That was complicated. I wanted to find out who my family was. And I was supposed to help Evan by returning the Kingsley dagger to him. And I needed training to use my powers to protect Joshua, Evan, and everyone else I cared about. I chewed on my lip and stared at the door. Was that enough? Was there more I had to tell it?

Suddenly, the hourglass came to life. The sand began flowing in reverse from bottom to top. When it was full, the door sprang open.

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12 Responses to The Story of the Door

  1. A lovely photo Kourtney and a tempting exert from your book.. 🙂 Good to see you .. And hope you are continuing in good health Kourtney.. Love to you Sue xx

  2. Great excerpt. Definitely need to add this to my library. 😀

  3. Carrie Rubin says:

    It’s wonderful when real-life settings can serve as a catalyst for something in our novels. Makes the description so much richer.

  4. Lovely excerpt. There is something special about hourglasses, although after living in the States for a few years, Days of Our Lives kind of ruined them for me!

    • Thanks. I think it’s the ability to see time slipping away that always made them seem so cool to me. LOL. I watched that show a lot growing up. I liked the saying “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” But the image was a bit cheesy. 😉

  5. Ooh, intriguing Kourtney, I love the way you’ve used the hourglass door.

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