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Friday, December 21, 2018

Blog Tour- WILLOW BLOOM AND THE DREAM KEEPERS by E.V. Farrell With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am thrilled to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for WILLOW BLOOM AND THE DREAM KEEPERS by E.V. Farrell! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Books:




Title: WILLOW BLOOM AND THE DREAM KEEPERS
Author: E.V. Farrell
Pub. Date: October 9 2018 
Publisher: Hookline Books
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Pages: 334
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Willow Bloom's biggest challenge is to organise her thirteenth birthday party. However, a walk in the woods near her home provides some big surprises - a mystical guardian from another world, a magical forest, and the discovery that her parents are part of a secret order that protects dreams. With the discovery comes a calling. A prophecy tells of a young one who can push back the dark forces that threaten to corrupt our hopes and dreams. Is Willow that young one? Can she take on the forces of evil, the Underlord Maliceius, and win?





Now on to the excerpt

The Keeper’s Book

Willow’s mother entered with a large brown leather book held firmly to her chest. Her father stood up; Willow instinctively did the same. It was as if a new presence had joined the room. But how could that be, when the newcomer was a book?

“I guess we’re ready then,” Audrey said over the top of the book.

“I suppose we are,” Thomas agreed. He turned towards the door. “Shall we?”

Willow looked from one parent to the other. “Where are we going?”

“Not far. Just taking precautions,” her mother answered. “It’s easier if we just show you.”

“What for? Why do we need

“Quit yakking,” interrupted her father. “All will be revealed.”

Willow followed her parents from the study into the hallway. Halfway down, just past the library, they came to a halt directly in front of an old painting of their Cottage. She watched her father carefully remove it and lean it against the opposite wall. He then placed the palm of his hand on the wall where the painting had hung and began to move his hand in a geometric pattern. Just as she was about to say something, a white light flashed beneath his palm. Willow shut her mouth and swallowed. Slowly, he lifted his hand away. An opening a fuzzy-looking hole had magically appeared in the wall. She stared as the hazy gap widened, grew longer, stretching right down to the floor, until it was large enough for them to step through.

“How? I mean, what?

“Magic,” her father said. “Take my hand, Willow.”

She held his hand and they stepped through the opening. Her mother followed. Letting go of her father’s hand, Willow found herself in a dimly lit room no larger than an average-sized bedroom. The hole they had stepped through slowly vanished, and the wall became solid again. “What is this place?”

“The Keeper’s Safe,” her father replied. “It’s where we discuss and do things of a sensitive nature so our magic world stays a secret. Every Sanctuary home has one. This one has been here for hundreds of years. Thats why we could never sell the Cottage even if we wanted to, he added. “The Keeper’s Safe wouldn’t allow it. It would automatically repel anyone who showed an interest. Only Light Keepers can own it. So when the time comes well pass it on to you.

“Wow,” Willow croaked. Her eyes danced around the room. A small table with four chairs sat to one side and a sofa with matching armchairs took up the rest of the space. The walls were covered with symbols, all glowing gold. Some of them looked like the ones she had seen on Peonie’s armbands. Even the floor and ceiling had them. Directly above her was a symbol of a triangle with three horizontal wavy lines running through it. Another, close by, was of a multi-pointed star contained within a circle. And a shelf, running the entire length of a wall, had several large crystals placed along it, all of them glowing an opalescent white.

“Wow,” she said again. Her eyes settled on a small wooden box at the end of the shelf. “What’s in the box?”

Her father walked over to the box and picked it up. He lifted the lid and immediately a small beam of light shone from inside the box.

Willow moved in for a closer look.

“Remember I mentioned different devices? Well, this is one of them,” her father said. “It’s for communicating, so we can speak to other Keeper members around the world with complete security. It even projects a holographic image of the speakers at either end.”

Willow peered inside. The white glow came from a small, polished black cube at the base of the box. “Is this from the Dream Keepers’ world?”

“Sure is,” her father nodded. “They’ve gifted our world with several devices.” He gently replaced the lid on the box and put it back on the shelf. “The crystals act like generators to power the room and the security field around the house,” he added. Sensing her next question, he said, “Later. Mum’s ready.”

“Willow,” her mother said, “come stand in front of me.”

Taking a few steps forward, Willow faced her mother. It was weird seeing her parents in this way. They were different enough already. But now Well, now she would have to get used to a totally new level of different. But, she had to admit, it was a pretty cool one. Who wouldn’t want to discover that their family was from a secret magic world! Willow stood quietly, waiting for whatever was about to happen. Her father stepped in behind her.

Her mother cleared her throat. “A transference of energy has to take place, Willow, so I can pass the book on to you. It’s an introduction between you and the book to enable you to read it.

“Okay,” Willow breathed, her heart pounding. She had no idea what her mother was talking about. She watched, completely mesmerised as her mother slowly lowered the book from her chest, revealing the front cover. A large purple and blue crystal, enclosed by a green triangle, lay in the centre. “Wow,” she whispered. That seemed to be her catch-cry since entering the woods this morning; nothing else could better describe the day she was having. She read the strange words on the cover quietly to herself then looked up at her parents, confused.

“Understanding will come. But right now I want you to place your hand over the crystal,” Audrey instructed.

Willow nodded. It wasn’t often that she was stuck for words. She gently placed her hand over the crystal and a buzzing sensation went straight up her arm, not unlike the strange feelings she had felt in the woods early that morning.

With a reassuring smile, Audrey slipped one of her hands from beneath the book and placed it on top of Willow’s. Amazingly the book nudged upwards slightly. Her mother took her other hand away and let it drop to her side. Willow gasped. The book was floating in mid-air, all by itself.

“Now,” her mother said, “I want you to leave your hand over the crystal until I take my hand away. Ready?”

“I guess so,” Willow said nervously. She breathed in deeply, then slowly breathed out, but her heart wouldn’t stop thumping. What was about to happen? Was the book going to talk to them? Were they going to disappear inside the book? Maybe someone would step out from the book? She remembered a movie she had watched a few years earlier, Inkheart, where a book could create a world as you read it.

Willow looked over her shoulder at her father and he gave her a smile and a little nod 
that meant, “Face your mother.” She turned back around.

Audrey closed her eyes and took a calming breath. “Ectu Tavis, Ruduxa Hedronym.”
Willow stood with her mother, waiting. Long moments went by with no indication of anything unusual happening. Then all of a sudden her hand felt really warm and a light began to appear beneath it. She wanted to take her hand away to see what was going on, but her mother’s hand was still lightly holding hers in place over the crystal, and Audrey’s eyes were still closed. She waited, regarding her mother’s serene face, which looked quite beautiful in its trance-like state. After what was probably only a minute, but felt like hours to Willow, her mother’s eyes slowly reopened. Finally, thought Willow.

“I’m going to lift my hand now,” her mother said softly. “I want you to stand as motionless as possible while the Transfer takes place.”

Willow held her breath as her mother slowly raised her hand. Willow then lifted her own off the crystal. Almost immediately, a soft purple glowing mist began to weave out from the crystal towards her. Standing even more rigidly than before, her eyes followed the mist as it slowly encircled her. Her
muscles gave a slight twitch at the unexpected movement of her hair. She could feel the purple mist gently tugging and lifting each strand as if it were tied to an invisible thread. One by one, the strands of her hair were delicately pulled until all of her hair was standing on end. Willow could only imagine how crazy she must look. The air around her became filled with heady scents. Flowers were quickly replaced by a woody scent, followed by a sweet honey smell and then a burst of fresh mountain air. Over and over, they kept repeating in that order. She wanted to twitch her nose but didn’t dare.

The mist wove around her quite methodically, pausing occasionally as if it was sensing something. She strained her eyes in every direction, tracking the mist as best she could. A warm and gentle pressure moved up and down her spine. She wished she had eyes at the back of her head right now, or at least some mirrors. A short time had passed when, all at once, the soft mist started retreating, gracefully releasing each strand of hair, layer by layer. With the final strand of hair back in place, the mist spiralled its way towards the book, re-entering the crystal and taking all of the wonderful scents in the room with it. A wisp of purple mist hovered briefly above the book then returned to the crystal. Willow’s legs softened like jelly. It seemed to be finished. She waited a few moments just to be sure. “Is it over?” she whispered. “Can I move now?”

Her mother nodded, dabbing moisture from her eyes.

Willow breathed out a huge sigh and moved her body out of its locked position. “That was amazing incredible!

“You must appreciate this ceremony isnt witnessed very often, her mother said in a soft voice.

“I can imagine!” Willow said.

“I’m so proud of you.” Her mother leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

“Thanks, Mum. But I didn’t do anything. I just stood there.”

“That’s not what your mother meant,” her father said. “It’s that you are now officially a member of the Keepers’ secret world.” Thomas hugged his daughter close. 
“Congratulations, darling.”

“Let’s sit,” her mother suggested, indicating the small table with four chairs. She held her hands out beneath the book and it slowly lowered itself into her hands again.
Willow sat between her parents watching the mist swirling inside the crystal. She could barely believe what had just happened, let alone everything else since getting out of bed only hours ago. This wasn’t some kind of fairy-tale encyclopedia or fantasy game manual, but a real, genuine magic book. She had, after all, just seen it do magic right in front of her.

“Every introduction is unique,” her mother said. “The mist the energy of the book responds to each individual differently.”

“It’s incredible.” The book looked much older than Willow had originally thought. She wiped her clammy hands across her thighs and gently touched the words ingrained in bright red letters against the worn brown leather. “TriGamon Udat u Svetlo Imata,” she read out awkwardly. “What does that mean?”

“Touch the crystal on the cover again.”

Placing a finger on the crystal, a white glow now replaced the purple mist, and something began to move inside. She leaned in closer and made out what could only be words and symbols entwining themselves, but none that she could recognise. 

“What’s happening?”

“Open the book,” her mother smiled.

Her father put a loving hand on her shoulder. “This is the real magic, Willow watch.

Willow opened the book and gawped. “The words are changing!”

“It’s written in a combination of ancient languages,” her mother explained, placing her hand delicately on the inside cover. “When you touch the crystal, the words change to that of the current reader’s language and when you’ve finished reading, the original coded language returns. Only Light
Keeper and Helper families can read it. The crystal won’t interact with anyone else. It’s a security system of sorts.”

Willow watched as the words began to unravel. “This is so cool.”

“The first time I laid eyes on this Book,” her mother continued, “I thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen It opened up a whole new world, and I dont just mean the Dream Keepers world. It taught me so many things about myself what I was capable of. I wasn’t Awakened, but I was inspired to nurture my love of archaeology instead. I acted on that dream and eventually became an archaeologist. I learnt to recognise opportunities when I saw them, and obstacles just turned into opportunities to see things differently, to get more creative.” Audrey gave her daughter a playful grin. “There was one time, early in my career, when I couldn’t get funding for a project from the usual sources. So I got together with a friend and organised a huge gala dinner for anyone who was interested not just the inner circle of experts and donators, but for the general public too. You could say it was an early example of crowd funding. We gave a screen presentation explaining the potential of the project and offered visits to the site to any major investor if the project went ahead. Which it did, and all from the success of that dinner. Once you know about the effort involved in storing and creating our dreams back on Earth, well, you learn not to waste those dreams.”

“Just another reason why I married your incredible mother,” Thomas added.
Audrey smiled at her husband. “He’s such a charmer.”

“Of course!” He lightly brushed his fingers across the bottom of the page. “We call this book the TriGamon. Every Light Keeper has one.”

“TriGamon,” Willow said, echoing her father’s pronunciation with the longer sound. 

“So that’s how you say it.” She was still watching the words change; she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

“And you know, not all of them are as old as this one. This one’s a real survivor,” he said. “It’s at least three hundred and fifty years old.”

“Wow. So are there many of these books?” she asked.

“Very few. Which is why they’re so precious,” her father said. “But we manage with what we’ve got. Any new Light Keeper family has to wait their turn for a permanent copy. And it’s no easy task crafting one of these books, even with the help of the Dream Keepers. This book is a collaboration of knowledge and magic dating back thousands of years. Every part of it has to be painstakingly reproduced with incredible accuracy through the formulas of sacred geometry, a branch of mathematics that can map the templates to just about everything, really. Its the language of the universe.

“Let me guess. You help out with the formulas, right?” she said.

“That’s my girl. Head like Mira,” he grinned.

“Huh? Who’s Mira?” she asked, looking up for the first time since the book was opened.

“You mean ‘what’s Mira?’ Only one of the most powerful computers in the world,” he said.

“Right Willow shook her head at him. Thanks, Dad. You compare your only child to a bunch of wires and programmes. She really wanted to start reading the page, but she could see the sparkle in her fathers eyes that appeared whenever he spoke of templates and formulas. Just as well his enthusiasm for his beloved mathematics had been implanted in her DNA too. “Okay! So tell me how it’s done.”

“Promise I’ll be brief,” he said with a wink. “First step: the Dream Keepers take a spark of intelligence born from the original book created in their world and then place it in a special container to keep it stable. Second step: it arrives here and we slow down the spark’s vibration by creating a compression field around it to make it more dense but not too dense because we need the spark to retain its unique properties so the book can float and do all the other wonderful things it’s capable of. Then the spark is unified with the crystal on the front cover and voila: a book of magic and intelligence. There’s a whole lot more but we’ll leave that out for now. How’d I do?”

“That’s got to be your briefest explanation ever. I’m proud. And I kind of get what you just said, which is a bit spooky.”

“See? There’s no denying it: you’re my daughter.”

Willow turned back to the page and read the title out aloud. “The Three Ways is that what TriGamon means?

Her mother nodded.

“Walk of the Light Keepers,” she read next. Her eyes skimmed over the page, picking up on key words. Welcome knowledge Ancients duty Doorways She slid her hand over the thick parchment. Again the smell of incense filled her nostrils, though it was sweeter this time. The crinkling of the pages as she turned them made them sound old and important, as if they were carrying the knowledge of ancient secrets which they really were!

“So what exactly are The Three Ways?” she asked.

Her mother softly ran her fingers over the words. “Well, for anything to happen in our world, three things must take place, and in this order: an inspired thought; an idea to create the inspired thought; and the combining of number one and two with action, thus bringing the inspired thought into reality.”

“Haven’t you just described something a bit like a dream brought to life?”

“Yes.” Audrey smiled at her daughter and adjusted her chair a little so she could face Willow better. “That’s the ideal. But what actually happens, over and over again, is that number one gets left out of the sequence.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well many people tend to create only from ideas born out of their own, or someone else’s reaction to the world around them. They become problem solvers and the world is viewed as a set of equations to be worked out and manipulated.”

“Isn’t that normal? How else are you meant to make things happen?”

“Willow, let me put it another way. Imagine that you are following a chocolate cake recipe to bake a birthday cake. This recipe has been developed and tested by others over and over so that you can make it too. It’s a ‘normal’ cake recipe that everyone follows. Now, what if you wanted to make this cake a little more special because it was for someone you really love? You think about this person while you are mixing the batter when suddenly, ‘out of nowhere’, you get the idea to add raspberries to your batter. Now your cake is no longer the original recipe. You didn’t need the raspberries to make the cake work, but you were inspired to create something different, inspired by someone special to you. You changed the world, just a little, by adding the raspberries.”

“Really, Mum, it’s a cake.”

“It’s an analogy, Willow.”

“I know. What you’re saying is that too many of us are making the same chocolate cake, following other peoples’ ideas. But to help things change, we need to create using inspired thought too. Right?”

Her mother nodded. “Yes. That’s why so many people keep chasing ‘the next best thing’ because they aren’t fulfilled long enough by anything they are doing, and that’s because of how they are doing it; they’re not deeply inspired by what they are dreaming up.”

“A bit like when a famous person wears something and then lots of people want to suddenly buy what they’re wearing,” Willow said.

Thomas leaned back in his chair. “Precisely. They want something because they’ve seen it on someone or in some form of social media. We’re not saying that fashion is evil; it’s more about understanding that the idea to buy a particular handbag or a pair of shoes can be triggered by the media and not your inspiration. On the other hand, the person who designed the bag or shoes may have been inspired to do so. We did warn you. There is so much more than you can imagine.”

“Peonie said something like that,” Willow remembered. “There is so much that your world does not see

“Only when you include all three steps can you have profound dreams and creations that endure, and then become inspirational in themselves,” Audrey continued. “Take the painting of the Mona Lisa, for instance. In itself, it’s just a painting of a woman with a mysterious smile. Yet to this day it is one of the most recognisable images in the world. And why? Partly because it was painted by da Vinci using new techniques, but primarily because people are fascinated by what’s behind that smile. The inspiration that da Vinci felt to paint this woman in such a way is just as powerful as the painting. It gives it depth. That’s why an original painting is worth so much. It gives the observer access to the artist and the energy of inspiration with it. A print or copy can’t do that in the same way.” Audrey regarded her daughter for a few moments. “I think that’s a good place to stop for now.”

Willow didn’t argue. “Is it okay if I take the TriGamon to my room? Can it leave the Keepers Safe?”

“Of course,” her mother said.

“The house is protected,” added her father. “It was the Transference that could have attracted unwanted attention. The book generates a lot of energy to do what it just did. We took double security measures just to make sure.

“Unwanted attention? What kind of unwanted attention? Who might?

“There’s lots of magic out there, Willow and some of it we do our best to avoid. Where theres light, theres always dark, he said.

Willow fixed her eyes on her father. “You’re saying there’s dark magic out there too?”

Thomas regarded her thoughtfully. “Hmm, how can I put this? Its not that magic in itself is dark. Magic just ‘is’. It’s more about how the magic is used.”

“Okay,” she said. “So how good are we, the Light Keepers, I mean, at dealing with dark magic?”

“Pretty good,” he said confidently. “We’ve had centuries of practice dealing with the Dark Forces thats another reason why we have our rules.

“Good to know,” Willow said. She closed the TriGamon and stood up. “Wow, it’s really heavy.”

“It is,” her mother agreed.

“So what do I do to make it float?” she asked, visualising the book drifting upstairs to her room.

“We don’t ‘make it’ do anything,” her mother responded with a trace of disapproval in her voice. “The TriGamon is not in service to us. It’s here to assist us. And it only floats when we’re in the Safe or performing the Transference.”

“Normal way it is, then,” Willow said briskly, though she was a bit disappointed that she couldn’t command it up the stairs.

Thomas reopened the entrance with his hand while Willow watched closely.

“It’s the symbol from the TriGamon! That’s how you made the opening,” she said.

“Well done.” They all stepped into the hallway and Thomas picked up the painting and hung it back on the wall. “Now, I know I don’t need to harp on about the rules, but so you are fully aware, the TriGamon must not leave the Cottage unless on official duties, and it can never be shown to anyone outside of our magic community. Got that?”

Willow nodded.

“And always close it when you are finished. Never leave it lying around.”

“Understood.” Willow adjusted her hold on the cumbersome book and turned to leave.

“Enjoy, Willow,” her mother said. “And be patient.”

She was near the top of the stairs when she remembered that she wanted to ask her mother where to put the book overnight. As she reached the bottom step, she hesitated, hearing a despairing tone in her mother’s voice from behind the closed study door. Very quietly, she moved in closer.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” her mother said in a low voice. “She’s so young, Thomas! I know this is bigger than us and the timing is as it should be but shes only twelve!

I’m nearly thirteen, thought Willow.

“I know,” she heard her father say. “But if anyone can do it, she can. She’s smart and she’s got a good head on her shoulders. We always knew it was a strong possibility that she’d Awaken, and while it feels too soon for us, the Ancients wouldn’t have been able to Awaken her if she wasn’t ready or capable. She just needs to grow up a little, and this will no doubt speed things up.”

Yay, Dad! Willow’s grip on the book tightened.

“You’re right, I know,” her mother continued in that low voice, and Willow had to strain to hear. “It’s just this is such a huge thing for anyone to take on. Im finding it hard to understand why they would choose her at this age.

Thomas shrugged. “Something’s happened out there for the Protocols to change. We’ll just have to see how it plays out.”


Willow turned as quietly as she could, praying the floorboards wouldn’t creak, and tiptoed back towards the stairs. Her question about where to store the Book would have to wait until dinner. With the TriGamon clutched to her chest, she climbed the stairs and wondered what huge thing could be going on out there in the Universe for her to have been Awakened right now.




About E.V.:
Elizabeth Farrell was born and raised in rural Victoria, Australia. She worked for the Herald Sun newspaper in Melbourne before moving to London to work for the Mail on Sunday newspaper there. After spending all of the 90's living and working in the UK, she returned home. Elizabeth currently resides in rural Gippsland, Victoria where she lives with her husband and two sons.

Fields of interest:  Philosophy, Spirituality, Archaeology, Environmental Sustainability, Health and Nutrition, Yoga, Swimming, Cooking.

The inspiration behind the book: I wanted to write a book that inspired and empowered our next generation of people. With so many dystopian views and stories out there, I felt it was important to portray a more hopeful future.



Giveaway Details:
3 winners will receive eBook copies of WILLOW BLOOM AND THE DREAM KEEPERS, International.




Tour Schedule:
Week One:
12/10/2018- Mythical BooksExcerpt
12/10/2018- Book-o-CrazeSpotlight

12/11/2018- Loie DunnReview
12/11/2018- BookHounds YAInterview

12/12/2018- Lifestyle Of MeReview
12/12/2018- Oh Hey! Books.Interview

12/13/2018- JrsbookreviewsReview
12/13/2018- Good Choice ReadingExcerpt

12/14/2018- The Suburban LifestyleReview
12/14/2018- Jaime's WorldExcerpt

Week Two:
12/17/2018- Zach's YA ReviewsReview
12/17/2018- ParajunkeeExcerpt

12/18/2018- mall3tg1rlReview

12/19/2018- Novel NoviceExcerpt

12/20/2018- Christine's Book CornerReview

12/21/2018- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt

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