It’s a dark, stormy day which perfectly sets the scene for our next author in Women in Horror Month. – Lily Lamb aka A Drew, writes chilling, dark fiction about possession and restless spirits.
Lily Lamb aka A. Drew is a Turkish Australian multi-genre indie author. She works as a nurse by day where she feeds her soul by caring for others. At night she tends to her imaginative alter-ego by writing tales involving love, passion, mystery, and horror.
Which horror genre do you written in ?
Supernatural horror where spirits good and evil roam around.
Why do you write horror? Tell us about your horror journey?
I love reading horror fiction and I grew up in a country which is heavy on superstition, telling
each other tales about the supernatural. When we encounter something supernatural i.e. a
ghost, we openly talk about it, rather than hide and worry that others may think we are mad. I
want to write tales where others can see where I come from…that there is something out
there where we may not be able to see or hear but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Out
there somewhere, there are few who can see and hear them. I truly believe that.
Your favourite horror author and the book you like best by this author?
Graham Masterton. I re-read his Faces of Evil many times even though after each occasion of reading it, I am unable to leave the bed at night in the dark.
Name a character in film, book or legend that you wish you had created in your fiction.
The spiritual medium Tangina Barrons, in Poltergeist.
What scares you?
Flying. I faint as the plane lifts up. I am a silent sufferer in the plane.
What have you got in the pipeline?
I just completed the final story in Dark Terror series.
Please, include a paragraph of your work – your favourite passage or a few lines from a work in progress.
Taken from The Dowling House.
“Elizabeth Dowling, do you have a message for your
parents? They’re here to speak with you. They told me that they miss you very much.”
It was so true. Meryl and her husband James dearly missed her. Meryl was so protective of
Elizabeth throughout her youth and although James may not have been a great husband, he
had been nothing less than a doting father to Elizabeth. Unable to hold back, a single tear rolled down Meryl’s cheek as she said, “Elizabeth? Is that you, my Elizabeth? I miss you so much.”
The candle flickered again, suddenly filling Meryl’s heart with hope. This was no hoax!
Elizabeth was truly there. She could feel her daughter’s presence!
“Elizabeth, if you’re here, please answer your mother… Give us a sign.”
Meryl held her breath, waiting in suspense for a response.
When she saw the candle flickering violently, she gasped, “She’s here!”
“Meryl…” The disembodied whisper of her name froze Meryl. The voice wasn’t
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