--+People perceive us in whatever manner suits them. Have you ever had to 'reset' someone's perception of you? Tell us about it. “‘Discerning’ is a better word.’ He looked up at her, puzzled. ‘Pardon?’ She motioned to his notepad. ‘In your notes, you wrote ‘Isolated.’ But ‘discerning’ is more accurate.’” ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Follow Zoë Hall's journey through shadow and light in, Velvet Moon Chronicles, available late this winter. Sign up for book updates using the #LinkInBio “The Cherokee believe the shadow side exposes all—it’s often referred to as ‘living death’. Nothing can stay hidden when shadow and light combine within a soul. This made her wonder: If in her dreams, shadow had its representation, when would she experience the representation of light?” ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
Music: Thomas Couzinier
—+Have you ever experienced a ‘twisted side of masculinity’ from someone close to you? Tell us about it in the comments. “Watching her body tense, he swore the heavy silence in the room coated the office walls. ‘You feel your grandfather and your dreams are related?’ ‘Tangentially, maybe,' she offered. 'A twisted side of masculinity morphing into a nightmare.’” ~Dr. Lawson, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
—+Have you ever hid something from someone close to you even though you didn’t want to? Did you eventually end up telling them? “‘You sure you’re up for this?’ The truth was that she wasn’t and rather than lie, what she wanted to do was tell Lula about her dreams and the presence that inhabited them, but she couldn’t.” ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
—+What does seduction mean to you? Tell us, below! “Seduction is a selfish act...feeling wanted or powerful by manipulating someone’s
emotions. I’ve no interest in that.” ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Have you ever thought about what's happened to you, that's made you, 'you'? Would you change those things? Tell us in the comments. "What remains from each of those fragments, now cleansed and drained of their sin-dyed pigments, drips to the floor and commingles to form a pool of inky blackness. And from that watery grave made of all my wrung-out colors arises the midnight-tainted form of my wet and hungry beast, his aqua eyes the only indication of having been created from anything other than darkness itself." ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles 🎵@TheDirtyPedals#VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Have you ever known that someone you care for deeply was in danger—yet there was nothing you could do? How did you handle it? "Gigi retrieved the envelope and forced a smile, her bottom lip not quite willing to follow along. 'I know how much Zoë means to you.' She placed the envelope in her purse. 'Just promise me you’ll keep your distance.' Steel tears sat behind Lula’s eyes like rusty ball bearings. 'You think she’s in danger?' Gigi leaned forward and placed her hand on top of Lula’s as she spoke. 'Without a doubt.'" ~Lula Jade, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Have you ever felt that a situation out of your control wouldn't end well? What did you do? --++Follow Zoë Hall's mind-bending journey in Velvet Moon Chronicles, available late this winter. Sign up for book updates using the #LinkInBio "How was she supposed to trust instructions centered solely upon 'In all chaos some order exists,' which to her was a truly careless way to let things unfold.
She drained her glass, poured another shot and reminded herself that in all their years together, she’d never been given cause to question Mr. Black’s judgment. He was a strategic and precise thinker, a man who did nothing without a reason. Yet, it was nearly impossible for her to see how the situation would end favorably." ~Lula Jade, Velvet Moon Chronicles 🎵 @TheDirtyPedals
--+Have you ever felt a strange presence around you? What did it turn out to be? "I look over my shoulder and although my eyes are scarcely adjusted to the darkness, I’m certain I see someone standing a few feet away. Whoever moves toward me looks like a ghost, its wispy frame and pale skin visible even in the darkness, in response to which, I tense the muscles in my legs, readying to run." ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
Music Credit: Angelo Badalamenti
--+Have you ever seen anything in your waking world that made you fear you were losing your mind? Tell us about what happened. "Standing carefully on her heels, she eased weight onto her stained feet then walked toward the bathroom, and after taking just a few steps, she noticed the missing brass key lying on her bedside table.
Picking it up, she unwound a piece of ivy from around the key’s handle while a disjointed film replayed in her mind: the forest, the dead otters, the smoky demon, all still part of her like shadows." ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Is there someone in your life you consider your lifeline? Tell us about them. "What she needed was a way to slip into sleep’s oceanic underworld while still attached to a line of safety. Having recently read that dreams are heavily influenced by whatever was last anchored into the subconscious, she sought the purest and most steadfast choice to serve as a life line: her mother." ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Have you ever felt, in a specifc moment in time, that your life would never be the same? Follow Zoë Hall's mind-bending journey in Velvet Moon Chronicles, available late this winter. Sign up for book updates using the #LinkInBio
"Her mother’s words crept into her ears. 'You belong among the shadows and when they take you . . .you’ll be forever changed.” Silently, she countered as darkness pulled at the edges of her consciousness. 'I don’t like change, Mother.'" ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
Music Credit: Ruelle
--+Have you ever had to overcome something that was said to you as a child? Tell us about it. "Her father used to tell her, 'You’re not pretty Zoë, but you’re smart.' Most of her life, regardless of men’s affections, she had believed it. Words spoken over a child are powerful and have the ability to plant seeds that are impossible to keep from taking root.
But Evan, ever the skilled and tender gardener, had planted a counter-seed, one that had since outgrown her father’s weed-like assertion and bloomed into something bearing an unusual—albeit thorned—beauty." ~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Is there anyone in your life that sees you differently than you're able to see yourself? Tell us about them in the comments. "Sidestepping from the foyer, Lula hurried up the stairs, crossed the hallway then stopped just outside Zoë’s room and watched her through the small opening of the bedroom door. Sitting in her chair studying herself in the mirror, legs crossed and lapis robe spilling to the floor, she was picturesque. When Zoë was younger, she’d once said, 'I may never be beautiful Lula and I don’t care. I just want my life to have meaning.' But she was beautiful. She was an artist’s lady, a breathing image and her life, in many ways, meant everything." ~Lula Jade, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+Have you ever had a house respond to you as though it were sentient...alive? Tell us about how they helped you during a time of need.
"Lightbulbs were a common casualty she’d always attributed to the house’s old wiring. Yet, even though the electrical system had been replaced the previous year, she still couldn’t keep the sconces and lamps lit. -
Lula always said, “You and this house have fiery wires. You two better learn to negotiate light. You know I hate the dark.”
~Zoë Hall, Velvet Moon Chronicles #VelvetMoonChronicles
--+How do you define reality? Follow Zoë Hall's mind-bending journey in Velvet Moon Chronicles, available late this winter. Sign up for book updates using the #LinkInBio “What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” -Crowfoot #VelvetMoonChronicles