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The Witches Have Arrived
Cars bearing bumper stickers proclaiming "My other car is a broom!" and other pagan sayings fill every available space in the parking lot at the Doubletree. Notices in employee areas warn workers to park elsewhere for the duration of PantheaCon. And the big crowds won't arrive until tomorrow.
Electric pink may not be the best hair color choice for beards.
Spelling your name in runes on your badge is slightly annoying.
The witches from the Mystic Dreams in Walnut Creek always think big and create visually interesting rituals.
Weapons at PantheaCon must be “peace-bonded,” meaning a spell must be cast on them so they can only be used for nonviolent purposes. I suppose this makes sense since wands and athames (double-edged ceremonial daggers) are magical tools that, in the wrong hands, could become magical weapons. Remember the Deathly Hallows café wand fight? No, it didn’t appear in Rowlings’ book (that I can remember). But didn’t you love it?
Friday, February 13, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Reporting from PantheaCon 2015
The Doubletree by Hilton is eerily deserted the morning before the official start of PantheaCon, a gathering of 2000 pagans. Up since 5AM and operating on 4 hours sleep, I am grateful the only witnesses to my inglorious trip over the front curb are four uniformed bellboys and the distressed Super Shuttle driver.
Bruised and knee skinned, I stagger to the reception area where a petite (shorter than me!) young woman hands me a fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookie. My mood improves exponentially. I jokingly warn her of the onslaught to come. Her tattooed eyebrows arch in alarm and her gaze darts to the nearest exit. This will be her first PantheaCon. Perhaps her last.
Still shaky after an hour nap, I take the hamburger cure at Spencers' - totally worth the $19.97 (with tip). Two businesswomen at the next table stress through their power lunch. One keeps saying, “I hear you.” It takes me a while to figure out she is not the one in the power seat.
By 3PM the ground floor begins to fill with doublewide women, earring bedecked men, and toddlers in cowgirl boots and tutus. By tomorrow’s opening ritual, neo-Vikings swishing animal tails, Goth teens, silver-haired witches of both sexes, mambos, Merlins, and druids will cram the ballrooms, elevators, and Sprigs restaurant.
The tribes and covens are gathering.
My Teen Wytche Saga badge ribbons await.
Copyright 2015 by Ariella Moon
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Is there a wrong way to perform a Love Spell? Yes.
Can Evie stop Parvani from entrapping Jordan with a wrongful love spell? Maybe…
Ever since Evie’s
photojournalist dad died, paralyzing fear prevents her from picking up a
camera. If Evie can’t pull it together soon, she’ll lose her position as
Yearbook Photo Editor and suffer academic failure. Even worse, Evie will lose
Jordan, her secret crush, if she can’t stop her supposed friend, Parvani, from
casting a love spell on him. Despite a falling out, Evie never forgot Jordan.
Now they are lab partners and the chemistry between them definitely sparks. To
save Jordan, Evie must join forces with Salem, the school goth. The clock is
ticking. Can Evie get her mojo back in time to check this spell?
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Be sure to check out the Spells page on this blog.