Deep Ellum Duet - Norwood, G. S.

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Résumé :
There's a special spirit that animates Deep Ellum, the most hip and historical neighborhood of Dallas, Texas. Her name is Ms. Eddy Weekes. Her pawn shop draws in the lost and the lovelorn, the talented and the tragic. She'll lend a hand when she can, but Eddy believes in free will. As she puts it, Everybody has the right to make their own hideous life-altering mistakes. Still, if supernatural forces threaten her turf, she'll take an interest. And if you ask her for help? Well, as the sign outside her pawnshop says, she's there when you need her. Deep Ellum Pawn What's a pawnshop owner to do? The Golden Fiddle is back again. It's left a swath of broken dreams and shattered lives in its wake, and that fearsome pack of Hell Hounds won't be far behind. Somehow the fiddle keeps returning to Deep Ellum Pawn, Ms. Eddy's shop, where music, magic, and legends intertwine in the historic Dallas, Texas neighborhood of Deep Ellum. Roots grow deep there, and things long buried have a way of showing up again. Before Ms. Eddy can end the curse's destruction for good, she must unravel the fiddle's secret. Can she fend off the Hell Hounds, get to the heart of the Golden Fiddle's curse, and protect her neighborhood before it's too late? Will she have the tools she needs, when it's time to fight an epic battle with an old, old rival? Or will the fiddle's destructive curse prevail? Deep Ellum Blues Free will is a rule she doesn't break. As the genius loci of Deep Ellum, Ms. Eddy Weeks is a hands-off goddess who won't micro-manage human affairs. She'd rather sit on the sidelines and enjoy the show. Her motto? People have the right to make their own hideous, life-altering mistakes. But there's something different about the young blues musician Mudcat Randall. Maybe if her old friend Waylon hadn't called him to her attention, she'd have let things be. Maybe if she hadn't glimpsed something special in his music ... But Mudcat is flirting with disaster. Eddy's old adversary wants him to sign a tempting management contract, and there are deadly strings attached. When a third force enters the fray, everything Mudcat has ever prayed for is suddenly on the line, and Eddy knows the game is rigged against him. Can Eddy break through to the headstrong musician? Or will an old and tragic story make Deep Ellum sing a new kind of blues?

Biographie:
G. S. Norwood was more or less doomed to a life as an arts professional. Her mother was an art teacher and her father taught drafting and design. She was listening to classical music in the womb, and spent her summer vacations roaming art museums the way other kids went to Six Flags and Disneyland.Since her older sister was a seriously amazing visual artist with a beautiful soprano voice, G. went into theatre and instrumental music, where there was less competition. She got her BFA in Theatre and Interpretation but dropped out of band when she realized she'd have to get up really early all summer long and march. Being a night owl with kinesthetic dyslexia, she understood that marching band would not play to her strengths.Writing, however, was a constant. She took her first stab at storytelling when she was four. The story didn't have a strong plot, and the characters were a little sketchy, but it had something to do with horses and ghosts-subjects she still enjoys.As a professional, she has written political speeches, press releases, brochure copy, radio commercials, and feature stories for a major regional newspaper. After a stint in the corporate healthcare world she fled home to the arts, writing grant proposals for the Van Cliburn Foundation, the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, and many others. She is currently back on the production side of the desk as Director of Concert Operations for the Dallas Winds.Married for seventeen years to writer Warren C. Norwood, she has written a number of novels, short stories, and blog posts. The Deep Ellum stories grew out of her affection for the Deep Ellum neighborhood of Dallas, Texas, and her working knowledge of musical instruments, regional folklore, and all the other odd bits of stuff that have piled up in that store room behind the pawnshop.