Blog Tour: The Grey Ones
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 also check out some of the other stop on the tour
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