Ever since the ripe old age of eight in Mrs. Parsons' lipstick laden class, N.K. Vir wanted to be an author. Fueled by stories told by her mother about gods and goddesses that lived, forever immortal in the stars that shone brightly in the northern New England sky, her imagination flourished and future characters were born. Now she's living the dream and doing what she loves. She shares every day with her soul-mate husband and is mother to many kids with both two legs and four.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I grew up in New England. Technically in the state of New Hampshire in a relatively small town of Salem (not where the witches came from that story comes later). When I was in the third grade I had a teacher who loved to inspire our creativity and one of her "classes" involved picking a pre-made cover and from that we were to write a story. I was only seven or eight years old at the time but it is still one of my favorite memories from school; because it was when I found creative writing. By the time I hit High School I was writing daily; I had even 'made up' English classes and had graduated with 5+ years in the English category. Most of my inspiration came from my mother. She was a reading addict and could easily gobble up three books a day. She also had a love of mythology. We would go camping when I was a kid and she would look up at the constellations in the Northern New Hampshire sky and tell us how these groups of luminous points of light came into being. What can I say...I...was...hooked.
When did you first start writing?
Third grade, is the easy answer. It was an addiction I continued well into my teen years when I realized that my greatest aspiration was to become a writer like my heroes; C.S. Lewis, Stephen King and John Steinbeck to name a few. I began by writing horror stories; really anything that would get a rise out of my mother and terrify her at the same time. There were many stories that she read of mine and often she wondered how she had created a such a disturbed creative mind. Because of this early criticism I have since toned down my 'shock and awe' style.
The veil between the two worlds is failing...
Thousands of years have passed since the Seelie Court sealed the doorway between their world and the natural world. The veil that guards the Otherworld from destructive forces is maintained by the power of three generations. The power of the royal triple goddess is threatened when one of them falls in love with a mortal. The power is broken after she is kidnapped.
Centuries have passed and the missing princess of the Seelie court has been found, in the most magickal place in the New World...Salem. The only problem is convincing a very skeptical mortal that she houses the lost goddess of the Otherworld. A cast of outrageous and unusual fae beings unite to stand with the goddess and to fight against her.
Annie's mind knows she can never be more than a shadow of the goddess that captured Duncan's heart centuries before. However, her heart is beginning to have different aspirations. When the face of death offers them a helping hand they must choose to either accept the help or risk losing both the natural world and the Otherworld to the darkness of the Unseelie.
Annie is an unusual resident of Salem; meaning she's not a witch or a ghost hunter or any other colorful character that populates the city. Her life is simple, that is until she meets her new neighbor, Duncan. Annie is instantly drawn to him. His strange behavior is just a prelude to a series of bizarre events that cause Annie to believe in the impossible; myth and legends are real.