Guest post by Liesalette Sarell
A picturesque beautiful spring day inside a cul-de-sac on the far south-side of Chicago, a suburb where the houses lined the streets in a maze of trees and manicured lawns, this instant neighborhood amongst the factories and railroads was built in the late fifties, all the kids were outside playing and riding bikes, skate-boarding playing ball and swimming.
In this memory I was nine years old, my mother was an avid reader of Horror Novels, (still is) she would read at least two or three a month, I sat outside on the front porch watching a game of stick-ball in the street with one of the books from the side of her chair, V.C. Andrews “Flowers in the Attic” yes I actually read this book at that age, and I was from this point completely different than everyone else, the other kids who were playing video games and with Barbie’s, toys and games, I had them but it was more of a façade, I knew of something more, something else, something other than fitting into some sort of category or the norm or status quo or what’s expected of you, and this was quite the secret to have and know back then, so, of course this was a pandora’s box for me and I read another one “Pet Sematary” by Stephen King then another and another eventually graduating into Clive Barker novels “Books of Blood” from the Library, all this through grade school and into high school.
Then in my late teens a shift in my reality happened as I opened my first Anne Rice novel “The Mummy” or “Ramses the Damned” and let’s just say I was never the same after this and read everything she had ever written after that and before. I laugh at this now “The Horror that shaped me” I tell people when asked why I write such twisted dark stories.
In my mind thusly merging what I had come to know as Horror became a wonderful dark universe that opened its doorway into writing things of my own, or perhaps left the door open and I snuck in, nevertheless I was there and writing.
Horror, typically a genre that I felt was always male-dominated as far as top publishers so I would seek out lesser known authors to read, especially women, were their other’s like me and who were they? I would frequent locally owned bookstores or bargain bookstores and at the time very few were out there, and now with so many available ways of publishing the women are out! and I couldn’t be happier with the results not just for me but for the Indie movement itself, I like to think of it as a Horror secession for women much like the arts movements throughout history, where we could say: Hey! We can do this and write the scary, creepy, dark sinister things from the dark corners of the mind, without judgment and create novels, short stories or films that nobody would have ever known existed, which in my opinion are some of the best kind.
One could view this as the Universe fighting back against authority over creativity and potential and obliterating that barrier from evolving because you can’t hold back what needs to come forth and be put out there into the world there’s a reason for it and I am very proud to stand amongst the Indie ladies of Horror and look forward too many more creative endeavors Indie or main-stream in film or novels, as we continue moving forward to our destinations.
By Liesalette Sarelli
Voodoo, Vampires, Werewolves, this story travels back in time from Chicago to New Orleans on a supernatural odyssey with Julia, an artist and a clairvoyant who has fought through the rough streets of Chicago as a tough as nails street fighter while keeping her gift a secret. She is haunted by her family’s past in New Orleans as she inherits the house she remembers visiting as a child and the source of intrigue in her life as well the City of New Orleans. She begins to unravel the mystery of her great-great grandmother’s disappearance and discovers her sinister past, while encountering the Legends of Antebellum Louisiana, she meets the mysterious Aristide Pierson a man who changes her life, in this Southern Gothic tale of a woman’s descent into darkness.