Talon Updates

Have been really busy, not just working on Talon projects but getting my short horror story “Where Old Acquaintances be Forgot” ready for release on kindle.  But there is some new news to share!

I have not one, but TWO Talon prequel stories being considered for horror anthologies.  The pay is minimal but the exposure for the characters and my name is what I’m going for.  I should know by mid-August if these two stories are going to be released.

I am actively searching out anthologies for dark fantasy.  I want to put as many Talon prequels out there as I can before the novel launches 7/22/17.  This is an exciting time with lots and lots of dark fantasy and horror coming your way.

Death & Pestilence set to go!

The Sandspress anthology “Death & Pestilence” has finally been sent off for formatting. I have a short story in it entitled “The Board.” The tale of a man grieving his wife’s recent passing and the odd gift of a Ouija Board that someone decides to give him. ‪#‎Horror‬

An Author’s Rather Unique Experience in Pokeman Go

Pokeman, a game released when I was 25.  I never thought I’d get sucked into the gaming sensation, but… I caved.  So much of the game seemed interesting.  I had been aware of the cartoon show and movies, but I was never a faithful follower.  It was simply aimed at an age group a bit younger than I was.  Didn’t stop me from catching bits and pieces of episodes but I was in no way an “Oh my God! Gotta catch ’em all!” guy.  Still, this game sucked me in and today I had the most amazing type of experience.

My friend Tony had come and picked up me, my wife, and our nephew.  We went to.a local Pokestop location with two very close Pokestops.  Our plan had been to double lure them because there was an overlap of the two areas and it seemed to draw more Pokemon than normal.

Well, someone was already there with one lure active.  We pulled beside them and threw down ours.  It was time to go a huntin’!  Did really well there but this really isn’t about the hunt… it’s about the gym located there.

I had helped reinforce the gym the day before.  It’s a small gym, level three, but I’m in there damn it!  At one point I get out and the guy in the truck besides us rolls down his window.  I said, “Hello” and so did he.  I asked him what team he was on.  He told me Team Valor, my team.  Come to find out, he was the other guy helping me defend the gym.

  • So there I was, actually side by side with my gym defending ally.  As we’re talking, someone takes the gym from us.  This it when it dawns on me, that car parked  the side of the building just took our gym.

Knowing this, I just had to walk over and say hello.  I actually got to get eye to eye with the person I was battling with over the gym.  I walk up, make sure she sees me, and waves.  She rolls down her window, I couldn’t help myself, I said, “Stop beating down my gym!” in a voice that let her know I was being friendly.

So I was there, eye to eye with my enemy and actually there with the very ally I was defending the gym with.  What were the odds?  I know there is talk of adding player vs player… if they do, I hope they add an option that if you’re in the area, you can watch duels, like you were in an arena watching.  When someone is attacking your gym, they should let you view the ongoing battle.  This game has tremendous opportunities  to have you get to know your allies and make, what we’ll hope will be, friendly rivals.

  • This is an amazing concept.  Sure you’ve typed in a game’s chat to other people.  You may have even voicechatted against someone or with someone as you tackled a mission or PVP’d, but this game allows you to be face to face and side by side with enemies and foes.
  • All I’m hoping, that people continue to be more polite in person and we don’t see “that one certain asshole who I can’t stand from that game” type people start appearing.  Let’s make this a chance to reach out and get to know knew people.  The options are endless.  How along until we here about the first “I met my wife at a Pokestop’ story shows up in the news?  Let’s hope it’s a lot sooner than we hear about something stupid happening.
  • So today, I got to actually look into the eye of, talk to, interact with, friend and foe in a video game I play on my phone.  Remarkable.  

Some Updates

Well, lot’s been going on.  Firstly, I’d like to announce that “Cemetery Mountain” has been picked up for the Burning Willow Press anthology Crossroads coming out around Halloween.

Still the “The Board” coming out in the Sandspress Anthology “Death & Pestilence,” also coming out around Halloween.

“The Initiation” is going to come out in the anthology “1313 Continental Drive.”  Every room of the house has a story from different horror author.  To put it bluntly, that’s one VERY haunted house.

The piece, “The Devil’s Mistress” will be coming out in a charity anthology, title yet to be determined.

The first edits have been done on “Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot” has been done.  A little more polish and this Alabama horror story will be available as a stand alone kindle short story on Amazon.

Just received the contracts for “Murder Creek,” another short story, and “The Rise of UMBRA,” my sci fi novel.  Can’t wait to get the ball running on these two.

Talon: The Spider’s Web has been given a tentative release date of 7/22/17.

I am working on some Talon prequels which I hope to self publish myself to get some buz going on everyone’s favorite Vampire.  The current project is called, “Talon: The Blood Countess,” which involves him interacting with lady Elizabeth Bathory.

So that’s what all is on the works right now.  Busy, busy, busy….

The Blood Countess (A Talon Prequel) Excerpt

The Ottoman camp was a few miles outside the village of Csejte. The bastards had been running raids from this position for months. As I looked down the hill at them, I smiled. There were at least two to three hundred of them down there, and they were all about to made midnight snacks.

I pulled Molly close to me and kissed her. “Are you ready, my darling?”

Licking her lips, a twinkle appeared in her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been ready.”

Tessa walked up from behind and twisted a strand of Molly’s hair around her finger. “Now remember your part, Molly. But then again, why am I reminding you? You’ve learned to play the damsel in distress so well.”

Kissing Molly one last time, I sank my fangs into her tongue and took a little sip before sending her on her way. “Go get them, my love.”

Following around fifty feet behind Molly, Tessa and I watched as she started screaming. She ran right into the middle of the Ottoman camp and she definitely got their attention. They encircled her with fiendish looks on their faces.

One walked up and grabbed Molly by the hair. “Well, well, look what we have here! Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little play-toy for the night, boys!”

That’s it, take the bait, boys.

“No! Please, no! Someone help me!” Molly screamed. My God, she was turning into quite the little actress. I almost believed she was in distress myself.

The large brute that had her by the hair invited a few of his friends to follow him inside his tent and dragged Molly inside. She kept screaming for a few seconds, and then the world went silent. Suddenly, it was the men who were screaming, and then once again, silence.

Molly appeared out of the tent, covered in blood, and holding the head of the bastard who had dared put his hands on her. She was laughing quite loudly and then screamed, “Come on, boys! Who wants a turn?”

With that said, the massacre was on. I dropped my fangs and talons all at once and rushed the camp. One Ottoman must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, he raised his sword to take a swing at me, but I was past him and my talons had ripped out his throat before he had a chance to move. There were men running everywhere, I almost couldn’t decide where to start.

I saw men flying through the air as I tackled the two largest men I saw to the ground. With one, I stabbed my talons into his eye sockets. With the other, I picked him up by the throat and crushed his larynx as I held him up off the ground. Catching Molly out of the corner of my eye, I yelled, “Molly, catch!” and tossed the half-dead Ottoman to her. She sank her fangs into his neck and pinned him to the ground in a matter of seconds.

Mmm, that’s my girl!

To my left, I saw a dozen men surrounding Tessa. She stood there with her arms at her side. She didn’t even act concerned at them leering at her with their weapons in hand. After I knocked a foot soldier to the ground and drank him dry, I took a seat and watched my Sire work.

The first to approach her had a spear. His feeble attempt to stab her missed badly. She stepped to the side, took his spear from him, and kicked his legs out from under him. She impaled the man to the ground as his blood sprayed all over her. She then pulled the spear free, let out a war-cry that gave even me chills, and snapped the spear over her knee. Well, that was more than enough for the other eleven men to scatter to the wind, but I wasn’t letting them get away. Not tonight. We hadn’t had a full-blown feeding frenzy in months and I was personally going to get blood-drunk.

I leaped into the air and drove my knees into one man’s chest, sending him to the ground. Seeing Molly pounce on him, I moved on to the next. He was a young man, not much older than I was when I was turned. He lunged at me with a sword and I laughed as he nearly fell when I moved. He turned and faced me again with a determined look on his face. “Come now,” I said, “do all Ottoman’s fight like women? Or is it just you?”

Well, that certainly fired him up. He began performing some masterful sword-play but he was simply too slow to possibly hit me. To mock him, I even put my hands behind my back. He slashed for my head and I ducked at the last minute. Mockingly, I said, “Almost. You’re getting closer.”

He kept hacking and slashing blindly in my direction and I continued laughing at him. The more I laughed, the wilder his swings became. Soon I was doing my best impression of an Irish jig as the boy kept overextending himself, nearly falling to the ground with each swing.

I heard Tessa scream, “Talon! Stop playing with the poor thing and put him down!”

Aw, but I was just starting to have fun.

I grabbed the boy by his throat and slammed him down to the ground. The impact caused him to drop his sword, not that it was doing him any good, and I got nose to nose with the boy. “Wh—what are you?” he asked me.

Smiling at him with my fangs, I scoffed, “I am the Devil and you are playing in my domain!” I promptly dug my fangs into his neck and drank until his screams faded to nothing.

I stood up and shouted at the top of my lungs, “You call yourselves an army? Come and get me you spineless fucks!”

As chaos erupted all around me, I stood and watched. Half the Ottoman camp was now on fire and the bodies were beginning to pile up everywhere. Anyone who came too close I would grab, throw to the ground, and drain dry. It had been so long, I was truly blood-drunk. I stumbled about, laughing as Molly and Tessa ripped to shreds the men who had dared stand in our way. I watched as the Ottoman camp burned to the ground. We left not a single survivor. This night, we were gods, and the gods were angry.

Any Port In A Storm Excerpt (A Talon Short Story)

Looking terrified, Tessa blurted it out, “Someone here is a murderer!”

Terry knew it was true, but he didn’t want it just announced like that. “Wait, ma’am, we don’t know that for a fact.” Terry didn’t even believe his own lie. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

“Bullshit!” Gunner shouted. “Mr. Wadsworth didn’t skin himself, and the way I look at it, there’s only one person here who knows how to skin a person!”

Alabama stood up. “If you’re making accusations, Gunner, I advice you come over here and say it to my God damned face! This is your bar. How do we know this isn’t all just some kind of elaborate trap of yours? Maybe this is what he does. Wait for a big snow storm to trap people here so he can get his kicks murderin’ folks!”

“How dare you, you son of a bitch!” Gunner screamed as he raised his rifle.

Alabama returned the gesture and the two men were both staring down barrels of death. “For that matter,” Alabama added, “didn’t nobody go missin’ ’til Terry got here. How do we know he has a baby on the way? How do we know he’s even married? It could be his ass doin’ every bit of it!”

Gunner looked suspiciously at Terry and positioned himself where he could shoot at either Alabama or Terry if he had to. “Whoa!” Terry said. “You think I’m doing this?”

Alabama shrugged. “Why the hell not? For that matter, why not Nicky?”

Gunner scoffed. “His wife was the first to go missing, Alabama! Now you’re just spouting off bullshit to keep the focus off of you!”

“And why do you say that, Gunner? It’s not like a man ain’t never killed his wife before! Hell, I could have killed my ex-wife a few times.” Alabama blared.

Nicky stood up and tossed the liquor bottle he had at Alabama’s head. “And it’s shit like that which makes me think you killed my wife!” Nicky barked.

Spitting in the floor, Alabama’s eyes glared. “Boy, you best watch your fuckin’ mouth!”

“Or what?” Nicky said, walking straight up to Alabama. “You gonna kill me?” To Terry’s disbelief, Nicky grabbed the barrel of Alabama’s rifle and pressed it to his chest. “You going to kill me, Alabama? You got the fucking balls to do it? Do it! You already killed my wife! Finish what the fuck you started you piece of shit!”