Blog Tour: The Grey Ones

by - March 24, 2019

Today is my spot on the blog tour for The Grey Ones by Yvonne Smith. I am happy to be apart of the tour and share an exclusive excerpt with you.


The Grey Ones
Path of the Maiden book One
Yvonne J. Smith
Paranormal
Release Date: April 4th 2019



About The Grey Ones

“Mum? Can you truly see if I am lying?”

Fifteen-year-old Mae, the eldest daughter of Yvonne has come across her mum's memoirs. They reveal a hidden past. A life steeped in the Occult and all its aspects...
Mae wants her mother to teach her to read the Tarot cards and Palmistry. Reluctant, her mother agrees as long as Mae promises to study the basics first and not to talk about it to anyone.
Yvonne grew up seeing the 'grey people', they were as blurred as the people she saw in full colour. It wasn't until she got a pair of glasses that she knew for sure... the 'Grey Ones' were the shades of the dead. They didn't scare her, but... these sad souls attracted something else. The other beings of twilight, darker than the night and dreadfully powerful...
It became clear to young Yvonne that not everybody can see the dead or hear their voices. Diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, her Grandad had been committed to an asylum. He heard voices too. Not wanting to follow the same fate, Yvonne learned not to talk about her unwanted gift.
The Grey Ones is the first book of The Path of the Maiden series. It tells the true story of a young girl's quest for becoming 'normal'. A path of trial and error and many lies. Through the light-hearted interaction between Yvonne and her family, the Occult mysteries and paranormal phenomena are explained in a basic easy to grasp manner. Learn alongside curious Mae about the Afterlife, the Auric bodies, and the different types of entities that visit us when we least expect it and much, much more...

You can preorder The Grey Ones here

Excerpt

“Yvonne…. Yvonne?” Sabine stood in front of me repeating my name a few more times. “Yvonne… what’s up?”
I had doubled over. My nerves were on edge. “O... shite…,” I managed to squeak out holding my hands over my solar plexus. The minute Sabine walked off to dispose of the cigarette, it had hit me. Reality had shifted in a blink. One moment I was only aware of my body and Sabine’s life force… in seconds my awareness had gone out of control and filled the entire house.
I felt their presence, they were near and with it came a dreaded feeling of foreboding.
“I’ve got a fucking premonition…”
Sabine looked confused. “What do you mean?”
I paced around the lounge, occasionally stopping to switch on the lamps dotted between the plants and on top of cupboards. Mum and Dad had only left on a few to give the impression somebody was at home while we were out.
“It is a feeling… like something bad is going to happen… and… I don’t want to see it. “Ooh… shit… shit…” My solar plexus felt on fire, panic overwhelmed me. I sank into a pit of uncontrollable fear. Sabine said something but I was too wrapped up in my terror to make out the words.
It was pitch black outside. The wall of large garden windows and sliding doors acted like black mirrors. I hurried as fast as I could to pull the cords and hide them behind the dark beige heavy velvet curtains. The ones in the TV corner had already been drawn. I rushed to the kitchen, checked if the back door was locked and closed its curtain too.
It was too dark in the lounge, too many nooks and crannies with shadows. Ignoring Sabine, I slipped past her to the wall behind the fireplace and slapped the round button to switch on the overhead lights. I turned the disc to full brightness.
“Why are you putting all the lights on… Yvonne? Yvonne!”
I kept walking to satisfy my body’s urge to run from danger. I was on an adrenaline high. I circled round and round the large black leather sofa, marching like a speed walker on a downward slope.
Sabine, about to dim the lights, muttered something like: “Don’t be so stupid.”
“Noo, leave them on high!” I screeched at her like a girl possessed.
She jumped, a bewildered look in her eyes. “Yvonne, please be normal! What is up with you?”
My arms folded across my chest, I rubbed my shoulders. My edgy nerves made me shiver. “I am so sorry Sabine… just leave them on high for now… I have to do something and it may look silly.” Not waiting for her response, I strode to the front of the fireplace which was in the middle of the lounge and… I screamed and screamed and screamed.   



About the Author
 
Yvonne born in the Netherlands is the fifth child of an Accountant and a homemaker. The first four years, she grew up in Weesp, a small picturesque town near Amsterdam. Just before she turned five, her parents decided to relocate their growing family and moved Yvonne with her three sisters and two brothers to the rural village of Doorn in the province of Utrecht.
Creativity has been Yvonne's strength from an early age. As a young child, she would escape into her drawings, stories or express her feelings in music. If it wasn't for the struggle to come to terms with Dyslexia, she would have pursued a career in Journalism.
Dyslexia was not the only obstacle she had to deal with. Growing up in the seventies and eighties there was no internet to consult. Neither did the local library stock up on self-help books for those with a well-developed sixth-sense. Questioning her own sanity, Yvonne learned the hard way that not everybody sees The Grey Ones, The Shady ones or those who live in Shadow. 
Yvonne moved to the UK at the age of twenty-one, hoping to start anew and escape the persistent pull of the Paranormal. 
Wanting to take on a tranquil, mundane life, she held a multitude of jobs in varying positions. From Clerk to Manager, Employed and Self-employed. She ploughed herself up in the world of Charity, Fashion, Transport, Events, Craft Markets, Therapy and Security. There were many successful jobs to choose from and to make her own if it wasn't for this one position. A vacancy in a field of expertise she at first didn't want to accept: The Occult.
Yvonne has lived and worked in the UK for twenty-six years. She recently relocated with her British Husband and three children to the lovely village of Stiphout in the Netherlands.

You can check out Yvonne’s website here.
You can also check out some of the other stop on the tour

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