Morag had had a handful of jobs since leaving her adopted parents’ home at the tender age of sixteen with only bruises, bad memories and the clothes on her back. Waitress, barmaid, photographic model, and her latest attempt – exotic dancer. None of them seemed to last very long.
She was a beautiful mess, bright enough, and passionate enough, to make a success of any career she chose. But it was that same passion that brought most of those career paths to a spectacular end. Her huge overflowing cosmic passion, the same passion that made her a blazing comet, burning everything around her. She struggled with the mundane, the small day to day things everyone else took for granted. She knew she was destined for greatness, and that she just needed to find the right path, to get that initial break, then she’d be on her way. Blame it on astrology. Blame it on her parents, who she never mentioned. Blame the music, the drugs, the people around her. If every man and every woman is a star, constantly changing with each new event affecting him or her consciously or subconsciously, then Morag was a supernova.
Extract from Dancing in Valhalla. 13 twisted tales of music, magick, mayhem & murder. Some set in sunny South Africa where, for many, these are part of everyday life.
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