If the Presidential campaigns aren’t frightening enough––no matter which side you are on––or if you need an escape from the woes and worries of everyday, step into Sorchia’s Universe. During this year’s Fabulous A-Z Blog Challenge, my theme is Things That Go Bump in the Night. Here in Sorchia’s Universe, we (and by we, I mean I) love a good ghost story—especially stories that just might be true. I write paranormal romance and Gothic thrillers and my research takes me […]
Monthly Archives: March 2016
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Whew–Better Late than Never ! Happy Spring Equinox. Here’s a nice little ghost story to help you celebrate. Fyvie Castle has it all, curses, ghosts, and skeletons in the walls. The curse was put on the castle by non-other than Thomas the Rhymer (fl. c. 1220 – 1298) who was once stolen by elves—more likely the Sidhe, the Celtic version of fairies. But these fairies aren’t the lovable little winged sweeties you see in cartoons. In fact, a Campbell storyteller […]
Scottish bagpipes and Scottish Ghosts get equal billing in Sorchia’s Universe for this post. Maligned as much as they are loved, bagpipes and bagpipers play a huge (yuuuge) part in Scottish paranormal lore. But before we get to the ghosts: Why do bagpipers walk while they play? A moving target isharder to hit. What’s the difference between a bagpiper and an onion? Nobody cries when you chop up a bagpiper. I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he […]
A quick little recipe today—Spring fever has hit—Hard! And all I want to do is stroll in the woods and play. Guacamole! A couple of avocados—Try to catch them during the thirty seconds between hard as bullets and green mush. Fresh cilantro—two tablespoons minced—The more the merrier. Tomatoes—a couple of Romas or one large slicing tomato. ½ cup Green peppers—One medium sized green, red, or yellow bell pepper. Try a jalapeno and/or a red chili pepper. Any combination […]
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The Green Lady of Comlongon Castle Whether she jumped or was pushed, Lady Marion Curruthers died at the foot of the castle tower where legend says no grass has ever grown. Before his death, her father arranged a marriage for her with Sir James Douglas. Only problem—she hated every inch of his guts. After her father’s death, she refused to marry Sir James Douglas. Defying a decree some said came from Mary Queen of Scots herself, Lady Marion found herself […]