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New Year with Cheezy Horror Flix

 

So I have been ringing in the new year with some of the most horrible Horror Movies ever. I have a rather large list, but just today I watched this series of movies, Bad Ben, Steelmanville Road (prequel) and Badder Ben.

 

They were just awful, yet enthralling. The f/x were way laughable. The premise was hilarious. They characters themselves were worth a chuckle because the acting was so terrible.

 

The reason I stuck it out on these horrid movies was because I am a die hard ‘found footage’ movie fanatic. I love found footage movies. I have watched quite a few of them, going off of a list I found online. Some of the best ones out there, however, are subtitled due to being foreign films. I hate having to read a movie…too much chance I will visually miss something important.

 

We had a lovely Christmas and New Years in my household, and over this past weekend I got to meet my daughters future in-laws. They are great, and we will come together to build a fantastic family.

 

I have been trying to get the cats to take a picture of them in my carry on bag and duffel bags. Normal, they would be all fighting for who gets to sit in them. Now, when I want a picture of it, they are blatantly ignoring them. Little turds.

 

Things seem to be nice, quiet and happy here of late, and I am really enjoying it. I sent a bunch of mail out in December. Cards and letters. I got a lot in return as well. I love my pen pals. And my email buddies. Its nice to have more than just the cats to talk to, because they always turn out ignoring me to lick various parts of their bodies, or looking at me in that ‘I am cat, I am judging you’ way.

 

More to come soon. Been working on a few writing pieces here and there. Gaming a lot. We are at war, so that’s always fun!

 

Be sweet, my lovelies.


Movie Review: Wolf Creek 1,2 & Series

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Wolf Creek the Series (one season)

 

I took a day to myself to re-watch some of my favorite movies from Down Under. Australia puts out some really great horror movies, and movies based on actual events.

 

This review covers the Wolf Creek movies and the single season series. Each starts with the mention that it is based on actual events. And its is pretty accurate. Australia has a large amount of serial killers that have never been caught.

 

Young people flock to the Outback to take in the brilliant scenery and hitchhike around the country. Hence, so many go missing. Predators hone in one this, making these young ones easy targets. Included in the opening credits of the movies is the line ‘30,000 people go missing in Australia every year, 90% are found, 10% are never found.’ So, foul play runs rampant.

 

There are proven ‘backpack serial killers’ that have been caught, but how many copy cats go unchecked? And some of those that have been caught are so brutal to their victims. Australia is a vast land, as harsh as it is beautiful.

 

So, on with the reviews.

 

Wolf Creek movies 1 and 2, and the short series are some of my favorites. It is the villain I seem to root for, because, in my little head, he is just the best. Mick Taylor is a relentlessly brutal serial killer. He targets tourists. He views them as pigs that just need to be eliminated from ‘his’ country.

 

Mick has the absolute best maniacal snicker/chuckle I have ever heard. Actor John Jarret captures this character so well, I could never picture the character of Mick Taylor played by anyone else.

 

The good news is, Wolf Creek 3 is in post production.

 

Wolf Creek introduces us to Mick. It shows his relentless pursuit of those he deems as trash and a mar on his country. Foreigners are not welcome in his country. So, as a ‘pest eliminator’, he does his job. He takes great joy in this endeavor.

 

Wolf Creek 2 is much the same, showing just how gruesome this man can be. He is hilarious, however. Creepy, but hilarious. Some of his one liners had me in stitches, but, you have to remember, I am a fan of villains. Also, that snicker/chuckle. It makes me smile.

 

The short Season of Wolf Creek that was developed was also so perfect. This time, we got to see what drives Mick to do the things he does. We learn of his past, getting a glimpse into why he does what he does, and just how his mind got so warped.

 

The movies and the series are quite gruesome for the faint of heart. There really isn’t a fear factor as far a jump scares. It is more about sitting on the edge of your seat as the gore happens, because you can nearly feel the pain of Mick victims as he does what he does. He is quite creative and twisted. No one really gets a ‘clean death’.

 

So if you are up for a really charismatic villain and a lot of gruesome edge of your seat gore, I highly recommend checking these movies and the series out. You wont be disappointed.

 


Who’s on my Bookcase: Mira Grant

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Seanan McGuire, AKA Mira Grant; photo by Carol Billingsley

Mira Grant is the pen name for Seanan McGuire. Using both names, she had produced some of the most wonderful books.

Today, we will look at her work under the Mira Grant pen name.

My first experience was at the insistence of a friend of what a good zombie book ‘Feed’ was. I, however, couldn’t sit and read through it due to some of the politics in the book. My brain just couldn’t wrap around it.

I put it down and came back to it at a later day, and BOOM! I was hooked. By that time, the second book in the trilogy was out, ‘Deadline’, so my ravenous eyes devoured that book as well.

Then came the patient wait for ‘Blackout’, the book to close it all together.

Mind you, Ms. Grant is also a pro at the short story/novella style of writing as well. To go along with the Feed trilogy, she also put out the following novellas:

  • Please Do Not Taunt The Octopus
  • The Day The Dead Came To Show And Tell
  • How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea
  • The Last Stand Of The California Browncoats
  • Countdown
  • Apocalypse Scenario #683: The Box

 

Now, mind you, all these little novellas fall into the Feed universe, so they may intertwine, loop and reveal some details here and there.

This woman has a very unique take on the zombie apocalypse and how it would start. That’s what I love about it…it has an actual, really in-depth reason for the whole ‘dead munching on the living’ scenario. This woman does her homework.

 

Next comes the Parasite trilogy. Parasite, Symbiont and Chimera. I have made my way through Parasite so far, and love it. I haven’t finished the trilogy yet, but based on the first book, hot damn.

 

And finally, Mira Grant has a new book out. ‘Into the Drowning Deep’. I really want to get through the Parasite trilogy before I dive into her newest.

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Mira Grant is one of those writers that knows how to hook you with a unique prospective on old topics. She managed to meld zombies, politics and a peak into the future so superbly.

 

Sadly, I have not read any of the books written under her true name, Seanan McGuire. My best friend has read them and loves them. It’s a huge collection of books, however, and I need more time to work on one name at a time.

 

I highly recommend the ‘Feed’ trilogy and all the novellas that go with it.

 

Five huge stars!!!

 

Happy reading, my darlings!

 


What’s on my bookcase: Stephen Knight

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61BV4Eppf7L._UX250_Stephen Knight is one of those authors I just happened to stumble over…and it was instant love. I read one of his books on my best friends Kindle and fell in love.

I had to have the book. I tootle on over to his page and BAM! He has a whole series!!! I had to have them all. He actually has two different series, but, me being me, stuck to the zombie series.

What makes Stephens Knight’s zombies in the Gathering Dead series so great, is that some are slow, some are fast…and some remember. That’s right! They have memories of people, loved ones, how to do things like drive (badly) and use weapons.

I was floored by this. And of course, you are going to fall in love with a character only to watch them go out blazing. Or whimpering.

The Last Town was just a series of novellas, but I know see they have been condensed into one book. The Gathering Dead and The Rising Horde, as well as Left with the Dead have also been condensed into an omnibus.

If you love zombie tales, that have a very good grounding in a reality type world, these are the books for you. Great characters and plots. Even those you are meant to hate are written to perfection.

I don’t know what his other series is about, just from titles and cover art, they seem more sci-fi. Not quite my bag.

Another thing that is so great about these books, especially with them being zombie books, is they touch you as a human. It’s not all about zombies, nom, nom, nom, shoot, shoot, shoot. No, these books touch deeper into the lives of the people trying to survive. It nearly had me in tears several times, and that is a pretty heard feat to accomplish.

So, as the weather gets a little cooler, and you want to snuggle up with some good reading material, zombies and people, this is a good series. 10/10 on my scale. Great for reading through October.

I hope you check these books out, and if so, enjoy them as much as I have. I am waiting for more, as the end seeeeemed to be left open for a continuation. But Mr Knight is involved in several other projects, so that remains to be seen.

Happy reading!

Be sweet, my darlings!

 

 


Shortie Story pt2

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As promised, the second of my little character biographies, given by themselves.

Here we have Addison. It was titled Adrift.

 

Adrift:

Addison sat on the ground, her back resting against the building as she kicked her legs out in front of her, crossing her feet at the ankles. She took a flask from her jacket pocket and gave her companions of the evening a toast.

 

“Well, since I know all about you guys, I guess you all should know a little about me, huh?” She asked. She took another sip and settled herself into her spot in the dimly lit alley to tell her story. A small fire between them all kept the chill at bay.

 

“I had come into this world in 1685. I know, I know. Don’t look a day over 20, do I? Anyway, things were way different than they are now. No interwebs, tweeter or the googles. But, as they say, time brings on a lot of change. Advances.” She smiled, giving a nod and another sip of her flask. She offered it to her companions, but none took her up on her offer. They knew what she was drinking. Wasn’t their ‘style’ she supposed. She shrugged and readjusted the Katana strapped to her back.

 

She continued, glad, in a bit, that none wanted to share in her drink and they didn’t seem like the ‘judgey’ sort. “Yanno, we all have our hardships, and I’ve had enough for several lifetimes over. I started life as a plain old human, just like you guys, and then one night, one chance encounter changed all that.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, rubbing them on her jeans as if smoothing them.

 

“I became a vampire. Don’t laugh; I’m not kidding! Blood sucking, gore lovin’ vampire! I didn’t ever think they existed myself until I became one. I was so lost. No one taught me how to be a vampire. The one who bit me just left. Probably thought he killed me. Anyway…” She took a slight paused for breath and collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts were always muddled. Maybe it was all the drinking. Or maybe that’s just her. Her mind was muddled and broken.

 

“…Anyways…I loved it. I never dealt with the terrible transition of human to monster at all. It was as if I was born to it. And I never lamented taking lives so that I could continue to exist. Everyone was just little walking blood bags to me. Even children.” She flashed a smile, though tried to keep her face schooled in innocence. “My voodoo became more powerful, too. Granted, that got me in a spot of trouble with Baron Samedi, but that’s a story for another time. We’ll just stick with ‘I’m a damn fine Mambo’ for getting out of that one.” Addison said with a wink.

 

“I had come to have lovers that came and went. I never took it hard. Kind of hard to find someone when you’re looking at people wondering what their blood type is.” She snickered, pulling her long dark hair over her shoulder.

 

“I then stumbled over the Realm behind the veil. A world unto its own. So many species of light and dark, some living in harmony, some living in war. I had taken my time in choosing a home. I almost didn’t bother. I had spent 600 years in relative isolation, letting the wars of man entertain me. But then I found out that to get stronger, you needed people to help you along in your path.”

 

She let silence fall for just a few moments, sipping from her flask again as the memories danced behind her eyes. “In the Realm, I had a chance to join a collective. Mr. Brollachan opened his doors to me. Within the coven, I was taught how to bring my strength up higher, and for awhile I got stronger and stronger pretty quickly. I thrived on the challenges…but then… along the way, I had met this Slayer. He was so dreamy. There was an immediate, albeit forbidden connection.” She sparkle left her eyes in her storytelling. A solemnness came over her.

 

“I no longer wanted even the tiny bit of freedom I had left. I wanted to share myself with this man. I asked to leave the coven and permission was granted. Though, I went through even more trials. Events that further shaped me. My Slayer was at my side, though. With the help of an Arch Angel, I underwent a reversal of my vampirism. Terribly painful it was. I was cleansed and made whole again. Human, though immortal. A Slayer in my own right. Me and my Slayer entered into a Holy Union, committing to share our life and love with one another always. I guess I should also mention that the Arch Angel didn’t fix me right. I’m not entirely…human…I don’t think. And he is making me suffer, always. I know its hard to tell, what can I say? I’m a great actress.” Silence befell Addison once again. She looked to her listeners. She didn’t want to depress them utterly. It couldn’t be helped. It was a sad story.

 

She resumed. “And then my Slayer left to who knows where.” She flailed her arms a bit. “He left me all alone with no idea how to be human…how to be ‘normal’ again. I was so lost. Once again adrift in my isolation. It wasn’t even an isolation I was comfortable with because I didn’t know how to be what I am now, alone. That…and my heart was shattered. Never, in all my long years, have I suffered a broken heart. Its horrible and painful and …icky. He’s dead now, by the way. Don’t look at me, I didn’t kill him!” Addison said, a small pout coming to her lips as her brows furrowed.

 

“Rather than my complacent isolation, mine turned into rage. I let it boil inside. Always swallowing it back down when it bubbled up like bile in my throat.” She said, her tone seething, almost a hiss.

 

“I decided I didn’t need to be afloat on my own during that time. I reached out to a well-known Sanctuary leader, and he accepted my request to join his crew. I thought it would help me to be immersed with others again. To mingle not just with my new crewmates, but with others I happened upon within the Realm.” She said, her face blank of expression. Her words, too, felt a little flat on her tongue.

 

“I found myself afloat again. Drifting. Aimless and wondering. I started to embrace that solitude once again. I wasn’t working on myself. None of my goals were being reached. No one really interacted with me at all. I latched hold of another crewmate, a young Lycan woman, but she seems to dislike me a great deal. For me, that’s just sheer entertainment within itself. Oh, and there is an Angel I talk to sometimes. I wouldn’t call us friends though. I really think people just …tolerate me.” She chuckled, letting that sadness drift away, even if for a moment. She sipped her drink, her pale blue eyes scanning the faces of her companions.

 

That sadness seeped its way back in. “I sit now, alone on this island within a vastly populated world. My mind teeters on what to do next. Keep striving the fight the good fight? Be a good people person? Fight the good fight? Or let my isolation consume me once again…become a monster again. The vampiric life wasn’t a bad one. In all honesty, I miss it a lot. It had more freedoms, and the blood and the violence quelled something deeply broken and growling within me.” She silenced herself, looking around.

 

“Do you guys think I’m crazy? I think I am. I think I am …damaged goods. You know, I’m going to die alone. I pretty much guarantee it. Can you see the headlines… ‘Woman dies alone with 72 cats. Cats feast upon her corpse’. That’d be funny. Sad, but funny. I’d be one with all my cats, though, wouldn’t I?” She laughed out loud at her own humor, as dark and depressing as it may have been. She sobered then, for just a moment. “I’m just so alone. Nothing has meaning or purpose. I have no love, no friends. Well, you guys, but, come on…we aren’t that close…”

 

Addison looked to her drinking buddies and decided that they were either bored or just too drunk to care.

 

Or it may have had something to do with that fact that she had sliced all their throats an hour ago.

Hope you enjoyed!


Nov 2016 Day 27 (Special)

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Working on my NaNo word count this morning, but wanted to get this post up because I am super excited about it. I wrote this piece yesterday before reposting part one of it. I wrote it in about 10 minutes. Yes, when the inspiration strikes, you don’t question it – you just do it. You get those words out and on to the page and watch it all form into something you feel is wonderful.

 

I hope those of you who have taken a liking to part one of this story enjoy this second part.

 

Please read and feel free to comment! I included the link to the original post just for those who haven’t read part one.

 

Enjoy!!

 

https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636  (original One of Three post)

 

Two of Three

 

It had been a few years since he killed the puppy. It was fascinating to him. Over the weeks since he had buried it, he had gone back, dug it up with his mother’s good spoon, and examined the remains. Repeatedly. Bugs started eating the animal. Then the fur and skin started falling off. It was really stinky and gross to handle.

 

Again, that had been a few years ago. He had killed more animals since. Lately, it just wasn’t as fun or as fascinating as it had been.

 

In that time, he had developed night terrors. He started wetting the bed. His ‘friends’ made fun of him. Really, they weren’t his friends. He hated them all, but their mums made them all play together. He always snuck off to do his own thing anyway.

 

This week was vacation week. The holidays. Autumn had things crisp and cool. It also had the little lizards and frogs starting to seek shelter from the cold.

 

Sometimes though, during the day, you could catch them sunning themselves on the smooth rocks to keep their body heat up. It was the prime time to catch them up. He killed some of them, of course. Digging around in their insides. He started saving some, too, however. They had a neat feel to them. Slick and smooth. They looked slimy, but they really weren’t.

 

This evening there was to be a bonfire and his spirits were flying high. He loved playing with fire. He’d set a few small ones. Nothing major, except for a small old tree house in the woods. It was exciting, but it seemed to be lacking something.

 

So now all his family were milling around this lovely big bonfire. They were all drinking their grown up drinks, hardly paying attention to anything but one another and their stupid conversations.

 

His little sister was roasting marshmallows in the fire on a long stick mum had found for her.

 

He watched intently. He watched curiously.

 

What would happen if he held her hand in the fire? Would the skin melt off like dripping wax? Or would it get all crunchy like the marshmallows when you leave them in too long and they catch fire a little bit?

 

He really wanted to know.

 

But…this was his little sister. He’d get the spanking of a lifetime if he did something bad.

 

A smiled settled on his cherubic face. Pulling from his flannel jacket pocket, he produced a small jar. It had a few lizards and frogs in it.

 

He wanted to try different things.

 

He had to be careful though. He couldn’t let anyone see.

 

Moving to the other side of the bonfire, where no one was sitting, he pulled a frog from the jar and tossed it in the edge of the fire. It immediately caught fire and shriveled all up, turning black. It then just looked like a weird rock.

 

He pulled a lizard out next. He tried to put it on a smooth stone at the fires edge, but the fire was too hot. It was weird. The tail and legs of the little lizard caught fire first, and it squiggled and squirmed around before the rest of it was consumed in the flames.

 

He smiled, the light of the fire glimmering in his eyes.

 

He inched a little closer to the fire and used a stick to scoot the little jar of remaining frogs and lizards onto the flat stone at the edge he had aimed for with the lizard.

 

The little reptiles went into a frenzy, then one by one… they popped! It was beautifully disgusting!

 

He laughed to himself, thoroughly entertained.

 

It was a short-lived bit of fun though, when his mum came looking for him. It was time to go in. He didn’t want to. He wanted to play with the fire more. He wanted to put more things in. He didn’t want to go to bed, either. However, maybe he wouldn’t have any accidents tonight with all the lovely images in his head of the reptiles and the fire dancing behind his eyes.

 

Tomorrow he would go back and retrieve the jar and its contents for his inspection. He would see what the pretty fire would do to other things, too, after stealing the big box of long matches off the picnic table.


Nov 2016 Day 26 (Special)

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So, not too long ago a had written a bunch of short stories and posted them on the Niume website. This story in particular seemed to be a hit with readers. I thought I would bring it here to the blog and share, let you all see what you think. Tomorrow, we will revisit this young lad…

 

One of Three

(original post: https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636 )

 

He dug into the hard ground with a spoon near a tall tree. He made sure this tree was recognizable to him from all the others in the forest behind his home. He had his reasons.

The biggest being was in case he wanted to come back and remember. Remember the feeling. What if he never did it again? He had to preserve the memory somehow.

He lifted the small puppy up and lay it in the shallow hole he had dug with the spoon. His mother would kill him if she knew he had taken her good serving spoon. She thought she had lost it weeks ago, however. No blame was ever cast on him.

He looked down at the sad little puppy. A sound suddenly spooked him from behind. He looked around, paranoia setting in. Hurriedly he scooped the dirt over the puppy. He placed a few sticks and leaves over the small mound, shoving the spoon deep into the now soften dirt as sort of a marker.

Standing, he wiped the dirt and blood off his hands the best he could with the towel he had used to hide the puppy he had killed.

As he walked home, he tossed it into a nearby stream.

Walking into his home, his mum met him at the door. He smiled sweetly.

‘All things truly wicked start from an innocence…’

~~authors note: I titled this ‘One of three’ as killing small animals as a child or juvenile, is one of the three little quirks most all serial killers share. The others are bedwetting, pyromania, infatuation with ‘dark things’, abuse- be it physical or sexual, or abusing those weaker than themselves, stealing, etc…There are three key items on a list that Profilers look for when building their profiles on killers.~~

 


November 2016 Day 20

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Well, here’s todays little snippet from Book Two: The Path of Redemption.

 

Fight scene! Hells yeah! Remember, all unedited thus far…

 

A rumbled chuckle echoed through the cave. “All those fancy warriors and they send you in here? Or is it that you missed me and wanted more?” He slowly stood, turning to face her, the fire illuminating his features. Trapped in human form he was devilishly handsome. Tall, muscular, tousled black hair and a crooked smile. But his scent gave him away. There was no hiding that. And his eyes. The changing red and amber. His aura flickered around him. Very much uncommon for a demon.

 

Addison’s grip on her sword tightened.

 

He opened his arms, seeming un-threatening. “Aw, come now… is this any way to greet a friend? What would the Baron think of your manners, eh, lil bird?”

 

She winced at the moniker.

 

He put his arms down, shedding the jacket he had on, pulling a large dagger from his belt. “Well, if you aren’t going to grace me with that Southern hospitality and charm, then let’s get down to business.” He then snarled out.

 

Her silence obviously unnerved him. “I’ll have you squirming and moaning under me before dawn, lil bird. You might have a bunch of Templar wards protecting you, but I don’t need to shift to tear your sweet little ass apart.” He hissed.

 

Addison had heard quite enough. Her pale blue eyes lightened as she brought her sword up to herself, almost as if she was offering it to him. She gripped the hilt in her left hand and pulled the saya free, letting it fall to the stone and ice floor at her feet.

 

The demon grinned, crouching slightly, his blade at the ready.

 

Addison lowered her sword to her side. Gripping it with both hands as the blade pointed downward, coming past her thighs. She was making ready for an upward swing as she took off in a full charge. The demon chuckled, taking off from his position to meet her in this dance.

 

She swung upwards, her blade catching him across the chest in a vertical slice, penetrating deep into flesh and muscle. Addison didn’t go unscathed either, however, as his dagger sliced through her side. She didn’t relent. She didn’t have that luxury. She spun gracefully. Her sword coming across his shoulder, cleaving through bone as his dagger embedded in her thigh. She grit her teeth, and he growled loudly, his deep voice vibrating through the ice beneath her.

 

She hopped back, distancing herself a bit, pulling his dagger from her leg and tossing it aside. Now he was weaponless. That didn’t mean he was defenseless. He was strong, even trapped in human form.

 

He was still talking. Growling. Mocking. But he was bleeding, and that was good. Addison’s eyes watched as his dark blood stained the ground beneath him. But it wasn’t enough. She still wanted more.

 

She blocked out everything he was saying. Tuning him out, only hearing the rumble of his deep voice and the heart beating in his chest.

 

She charged again, bringing her sword upward as she had before. This time slashing opposite, leaving an ‘X’ cleaved into his flesh. The ice was slippery under them; they were too close to his fire. She didn’t expect him to grab her up by the neck so quick, tossing her like a rag doll into the cave wall before tossing his weight onto her.  From his boot, he pulled a small folded knife. He flicked it open with his thumb before sliding it deep down her face, from forehead to chin, blinding her right eye.

 

The pain was excruciating, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice it. He loomed over her, bringing his tongue over the wound. His saliva felt like acid as he chuckled, tasting her blood across his tongue.

 


November 2016 Day 13

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Another day with no offered writing prompt from BlogHer, so another snippet of my newest novel will have to suffice. Little snippets, little teases.

 

I did managed a decent word count today for my NaNoWriMo – 2065, bringing my total up to 30402. Not bad at all.

 

Physically, I feel horrible today. My back hurts so much, but I am full of pep and my mood is outstanding. Kind of hard to be peppy though when all your body wants to do is take a major painkiller and curl up into itself. However, I am holding strong! I see my doctor this week and get assigned to my surgeon, then I’ll be meeting with him/her to set the surgery date. I hope that after that, I will be more or less pain free!

 

So, on with the show. My little excerpt from Book Two: The Path of Redemption-

 

Addison lifted her sword, bringing its strap across her chest to rest diagonally between her breasts, the Katana resting reassuringly at her back.

“So this other Slayer we’re meeting… Is she going to try taking my head off?” Addison asked. Her thoughts were torn between this other Slayer and Jabrils words of knowing Addison wanted blood. “I do want blood. Can I have some? I promise I won’t kill whoever I take it from? Will you let me hunt?” She asked hesitantly.

Jabril knew it was coming. He looked at her and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I cannot allow that. I’m sorry, petite.” He said, dressing as quickly as he could. “As for Letha, no, she won’t be looking to hurt you. She knows the situation.” He said, looking Addison over. “Well, you look ready to move, how about we head upstairs so I can at least enjoy a donut or two before the Lady Paladin shows up,” He said. He knew Addison was starving for blood… he would offer his own, but not right now. He would need his strength as well. He would think of something. Addison looked disappointed. When she caught his gaze, she turned her frown into a smile. “Okay… Coffee time,” She said, just trying to sound upbeat.

Jabril smiled and gave a nod. He took Addison by the hand, leading her from the room to the upper levels of the hotel. “I can’t risk letting you feed, petite. I’m sorry.” He said softly, giving her small hand a gentle squeeze. “As for Letha… she can reverse vampirism in those who want to purify it from themselves. Not everyone is lucky enough to come across her when they are bitten and left to fend for themselves. Your case is a little different, because you have been a vampire, willingly, for so long.” He explained. He looked to Addison, to see the solemn expression on her face… It was now time to change the subject.

 

 

That’s all for now, my dears.

Be sweet, my lovelies!


November 2016 Day 12

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Well, my word count for NaNoWriMo is climbing daily, even though I only managed 1669 words this morning. I am in pain so bad from my back. This spinal surgery, though I dread it, is not coming along fast enough.

 

So onto other things. BlogHer doesnt give prompts for blogs on Weekends, so I thought I give you all a sneak peak of Book Two.

 

I present you a excerpt from Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’ – mind you this is a raw cut. Enjoy!

 

Jabril traced her soft lips as she had fallen asleep, feeling the warmth within his heart. It was amazing how this dark, devious little beautiful creature had captivated him. She had snared him, and his heart, in such a short amount of time. Both had been conflicted on what they had wanted, what they had needed, and yet, despite what either had said, here they were. They had gone through so much together in a short amount of time. They had shared so much. It was amazing that it was just out of nowhere. He had believed that he would never allow anyone into his heart again, not after his lost love, his betrayer. And Addison had longed for love, someone to let into her heart, someone to depend on and help keep her from tumbling over that edge of insanity. There was something about Addison, this little beast that she was. Jabril smiled as he watched her sleeping form. She did, in fact, just try to bring the genocide of an entire city. So much destruction, even though she had been trying to correct some of it.

But now Jabril knew the why and what in her motivations. He could help her. He could set her lose to gain vengeance.

There was a demon out there that he had a slow, painful, tormenting death in mind. On further thought, he considered binding it as a slave summon. Sending it back to hell, only to make it ‘summon bound’ to the summoners will.

No. He couldn’t take this away from Addison. It was up to her how this demon was to meet its end, despite Jabril’s wish to handle it – to save her.

She needed saving from herself, not the demon.

 

There you go! Just a nibble!

 

Be sweet, my lovelies!


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