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The Karber Witches
Read all about them in the new novel The Karber Witches, Demons Among Us, by TT Robbins, as well as in future novels such as Somewhere between God and the Karber's. The first book is about Kyleigh Karber's delicate balancing act. A witch with a biting sarcasm whose tale is hers to tell. She explains the practices and beliefs of a family of psychic witches as she takes you down her turbulent path of enlightenment. See excerpts of the future novel as well.
Coming soon Interviews with members of the infamous Karber Clan. Kyleigh Karber talks about life after the book. Shani talks about life in general. Shane talks about his upcoming book.
Sneak Peak: Somewhere Between God and the Karbers. In a tale that spans the boundaries of time, trapped between past and present incarnations, Shani Karber knits a legendary saga of magick intertwined with magickal beings. Hounded by an elemental named Syrus claiming to be a past mate, bound to her by an enchantment of the souls. Together they leap through time to countless lives in search of answers that lay in the hands of fate. The lessons of life haunt her on her journey through time as she fights to get back to a life that has gone on without her and a family that believes she has shirked her duties as a Karber yet again. Torn from all that she holds dear in the present, betrothed to another, she is forced to face past karmic blunders; against her will. She must choose between a chaotic future and an unresolved past with a faery that threatens her very soul. Will she stand the test of time as she vacillates between free will and past transgressions. Her cynical, quick witted view point leaves a lasting imprint on you as she takes you through yet another chronicle of the Karber Witches.
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Interview with Kyleigh Karber
As I am driving down the one major route through the town of Lansing, I am instantly struck by the sense of nostalgia of the area. I can see the appeal. Kyleigh agreed to meet at a quaint little diner located in what the townspeople refer to as North Lansing. I arrive at the diner early on purpose in hopes of finding a corner to conduct the interview semi-privately. Just my luck, there is an empty booth amongst the pink landscape of the establishment nestled in the back.
A friendly waitress greets me as I walk past her promising to be with me shortly. I nod to her as I seat myself. I immediately start unpacking my briefcase, emptying the necessary contents to perform the interview.
I am interupted by the waitress' kind introduction, "My name is Rosie, I'll be your waitress, can I get you something to drink?"
"A coffee please," I reply.
The waitress is off retrieving the order as I sit back examining the people of the town. The atmosphere reeked of hometown vigor. The people were immersed in conversation about one happening or another with quite a few,"Did you hear about," starting pieces. There are a mixed blend of generations all gathered in booths, tables and stools that cozy up to a bar full of diverse patrons.
The walls are lined with trinkets of all sorts; wreaths and plaques, worded with proverbs, and lavished with a splash of pink in every direction of the charming, little diner. I glanced at the clock, the ten o'clock hour stared back at me. I imagined Kyleigh would be along anytime now.
The waitress returned with my coffee, "Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?"
"I am going to wait on ordering until," I cleared my throat purposely before continuing, talking slightly louder in hopes of the townspeople overhearing who it was I would be meeting with, " Mrs. Karber arrives."
The waitress nodded her head without so much as a flinch of reaction, turning quickly back to her other customers. I surveyed the crowd's reaction as well and found that although there wasn't a grand stage-like pause, there was definetly a low hum of whispered, hush-hush conversation that had commenced as a result.
The bell above the front entry door rang out announcing Kyleigh Karber's entrance. As when I had arrived the entire congregation turned to take notice of the new arrival. An elderly woman at the bar was the only one that greeted Kyleigh when she entered. Kyleigh stood at least six-foot in height with a blatant air of superiority oozing from her as she strode across the short distance between us. She bounced as she walked in a school-girl like fashion that didn't quite reveal her true age. Her ebony locks waved in carefree abandon as she seated herself across from me.
A pair of prismatic lavender eyes stared back at me from a face of open invitation,"Hi; Kyleigh Karber," she said as she extended her arm to shake my hand.
"TT Robbins," I said as I shook her hand enthusiasictlly. "You have the most exquisite eyes I have ever encountered," I complimented. She looked pleased with my accolade, graciously thanking me as she pawed through the menu.
Kyleigh: "They have the best sausage, biscuits and gravy here, I recommend them."
TT: "Do you come here often?" I questioned casually.
Kyleigh: "Oh yeah, for the food as well as the entertainment." Her eyes twinkled mischievously at her last statement.
TT: "What do mean?"
Kyleigh: "Oh there is nothing like stirring the gossip pot first thing in the morning," she said in devilish delight.
TT: "I see, so how has life been treating you?"
Kyleigh: "Life is good," she responded smiling more to herself as if remembering some piece of history that brought her happiness. "Caleb will be along shortly."
The beaming smile broadened as she mentioned his name. She reminded me of a high school girl with her first crush. She looked thoughtful for a moment longer before continuing.
Kyleigh: "So what is it you would like to know about 'little ole me'."
TT: "Only the most intimate details of who you are," I inserted smoothly.
Kyleigh: "I know, I know." She responds in a distracted tone.
I cock my head to the side as she continues her discussion with what appears to me to be nothing. The conversation lasts for a little awhile longer before she turns to me to apologize for the interuption.
Kyleigh: "Grandmammy," she confesses apologetically. "No rest for the wicked, she insisted on coming with me even though I told her I would be a good girl and not raise too much ruckus." She giggles girlishly as she continues. "Wouldn't want to upset the townspeople by airing their dirty laundry, even though they seem to have no problem with announcing our faults to the world."
TT: "So are there any other dead people with you right now?"
Kyleigh: "Not with me, but the blonde over there, her name is Suzie Hamilton and her daughter died last year in a drunk driving accident. Well Kate, her daughter is sitting right next to her, and Mr. Olsen used to come here for breakfast every morning, use to live right around the corner; he is sitting at the far end of the bar, and that's it for dead people in attendance," She states matter-of-factly.
TT: "Do you ever tire of it?"
Kyleigh: "It's a gift and a curse, but I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China."
TT: "I know it's been awhile, but how is your recovery been since the kidnapping?"
Kyleigh: "I am not a victim, I am a survivor." An uninformative emotion flitted across her face, indecipherable even to my probing examination as to what she was feeling. Her gaze stared past me as the bell clanged loudly yet again. In walked a breath taking specimen of manhood. His broad shoulders barely breeching the confines of the door when he entered. Kyleigh's eyes lit up at what I surmised to be Caleb Johnson. His smile radiated his delight as soon as he glanced in her direction. She scooched to the side moving her coffee and stack of bisciuts with her as she welcomed him with a kiss before resuming eating and the interview.
Kyleigh: "Caleb, TT Robbins," she introduced between mouthfuls of gravy.
Caleb: "Nice to meet you ma'am," he drawled in kindness.
TT: "Likewise,' I said, using the oppurtunity to question him as well about the abduction and murder of countless girls at the hands of Gabe Stonewell.
TT: "How was it for you, Mr. Karber, to be in the shadows waiting for this maniac to resurface and ultimately kidnap the love of your life?"
Caleb: "It sucked," he stated in an annoyed tone as he gave me the once over, summing me up as the person that asks too many questions about sore subjects that clearly he would rather forget.
Kyleigh: " Easy killer, she is just asking the questions the readers are going to be curious about," she chastises lovingly. "He is very happy that it all turned out well in the end," she says for him.
TT: "So what are your plans, obviously you were married. How is that going?"
Kyleigh: "Oh, I would have to say that it doesn't disagree with us, as for what we are planning to do, well, only time will tell."
TT: "So how is living with a witch that talks to dead people?"
Caleb: "Interesting, nothing is ever dull with her. She doesn't have to talk to dead people to be strange, she already has the reigning title on that, as well as the witch part, all hereditary titles set aside," he said jovially, waiting for her retort.
Kyleigh: "You better say it now, or you'll be twice as sorry later. Choice is yours!" She said in serious humor.
TT: "Are you planning on having children?" I said interuptting their good humor. They looked stunned at the question, shaking their heads in different directions. Kyleigh shaking her head no, and Caleb nodding yes.
Kyleigh: "Maybe."
I sat back and observed as they argued about one inconsequential thing or the other and concluded that this must be the main ingredient to Kyleigh and Caleb Karber's marriage. Endearing, but slightly grating to the rest of the world that isn't entangled in their blissful quarreling.
TT: "So is this the key to marriage?" I intterupt.
Kyleigh: "Among other things," she states brashly with a secret smile she shares with her husband.
TT: "Can you tell me about your cousin's upcoming novel?" I don't miss the arch of Caleb's brow or the slow exhale as he turns to Kyleigh waiting for her response, or the smirk that sneaks up on her face at the mentioning of Shani's book.
Kyleigh: "We are all waiting with bated breath to see what will come of her book, but I can tell you this; it promises to be a page turner, of that I have no doubt."
TT: "Is there anything you wish to say to your readers, one lasting impression you wish to convey?" Kyleigh looks solicitous and then quickly smiles while nodding her head yes.
Kyleigh: "Your chickens are safe with me!" she says laughing hysterically.
I smile at her sarcastic wit. Even with her biting tone you can't help but appreciate the fact that she is awe inspiringly beautiful on the outside as well as on the inside, and no amount of sarcasm can hide that kind of beauty.
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