Raven’s Wrath Part 1 #horror #thriller #Halloween

Skyscraper from Ghostbusters

(This starts the special horror story that will run all month.  I will mention that I only did a quick read over for editing.  This is part 4 of what I’m calling the ‘Raven Series’, which includes Raven’s Hold, Raven’s Game, and Raven’s Dawn.  Hopefully the finale entertains.)

With a yawn that dislocates her jaw, Dawn Addison sits up in her cloud-shaped bed and floats onto a nearby balcony. The sun glints off her golden eyepatch while she runs her hands through her brown hair to pull out the knots. A gentle breeze takes the severed tresses from her hair and adds them to a tapestry that depicts an island in the middle of a lake. She stares at the city that surrounds her five-hundred story hotel called Heaven’s Nest, which she has moved around the world for the last year. The young woman remembers going to bed in Los Angeles, but she can see Mount Kilimanjaro in the distance as well as the Parthenon. Realizing that she must have moved them in her sleep, Dawn waves her hand to whisk the landmarks back to where they belong. She pauses with her arm stretched out and watches the glitter on her skin sparkle until she gets bored. A storm erupts from overhead and unleashes a downpour that washes her clean, a chorus of shouts from below bringing a smile to her face. Tearing off her skin, she reveals a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with her own face beneath. Frowning at the casual look of her outfit, she changes the clothes into a black, short-sleeved top and a crimson poodle skirt.

Grabbing a parasol from an open drawer, she skips across her rooftop apartment and steps off the edge. A flock of ravens rise to meet her as she plummets towards the ground, the birds cawing in her face. Hearing a blood-curdling scream from above, Dawn opens her lacey umbrella and stops in midair. The animals land on the side of the building and anxiously peck at the windows, which begin to bleed from the frame. Floating closer to the hotel, the woman frowns at how she cannot see into her own domain. Mournful cries erupt from the same location as the scream, so she rides a sudden breeze back to the roof. A spiral staircase has already appeared in the floor by the time she lands and snaps her fingers to have the ravens move to the eaves. Their feathered bodies remain close and they stand on top of each other to create four ebony gargoyles that watch the bustling streets below.

A cold wind meets Dawn as she walks down the steps, which are lit by candles that are on the verge of going out. Frustrated by the flickering shadows, she calls of the flames to her golden eyepatch and has it glow like a torch. Another scream shakes the building and draws her attention to a door that is marked with runes that she found in a book. The ritual chamber of her loyal cultists has been quiet for weeks with all of them spending more time among the thousands of potential victims and recruits that frequent the hotel. Dawn wonders if they were in the middle of a nighttime ceremony when she moved Heaven’s Nest. Not wanting to be rude, she knocks on the wall and waits for a response. A series of gurgles slips from a vent, but the noise is abruptly cut off as a person is pushed through the slats. The cultist’s eyes continue to blink as they are carried by the oozing gore towards a drain that appears in the floor. A disembodied mouth cries as it falls over the lip and plunges into the shadows below. Watching the last of her follower disappear, Dawn sticks a finger in her ear to feel around her brain and see if there is a piece that is loose. Not finding any evidence that she is behind the strange incident, she shrugs and plunges her hand into the door.

Flipping the entire wall like she is opening a garage, she turns her eyepatch into wraparound sunglasses to protect herself from the unexpected light. There are crackling bonfires around the large room, each one holding one of her cultists. The men and women are still alive even though their skin has been seared to the point of flaking off. Horrified faces are merged with the ceiling, their eyes dripping magma that has created holes in the floor. A couple that Dawn remembers joining soon after her resurrection have been placed on top of a raven-shaped alter. Their bodies have been merged so that they are on the verge of kissing. Seeing that their noses have been sealed and their lips are sticky, she can only guess that contact will start a slow suffocation for the weeping pair. Without moving, Dawn lets the bonfires consume her people and has the ceiling open to let the corpses inside fall to the floor. The bodies turn to dust as she approaches the couple and reaches out to transform them into something that she hopes will make them happy.

“Has the monster gained a soul?” a voice asks from a shadowy corner. A blue-eyed man steps into view and wipes the soot off his bare chest. “I thought you would appreciate the horrific fates of your people. After all, it was only a matter of time before you killed them. I’m very proud of these two. They defended your honor the most, which is why I granted them a scrap of hope. So, tell me what you think. Is this fun? It isn’t normal, so it must be fun. That is what you always said, right?”

“I don’t think we’ve met,” Dawn answers as her eyepatch returns to its normal form. She turns the couple into a cherry tree, but they are immediately turned into a bleeding pile of logs by the young man. “There’s no style to what you’re doing. Fueled by rage and nothing more. You came here to hurt me . . . My long buried puppy dug himself up. Are you here to be friends or enemies?”

“You already know why I’m here,” Ian growls, his teeth sharpening into those of a dog. He howls with enough power to launch the top floor off Heaven’s Nest and expose the chamber to the blazing sun. “Part of you sensed that an enemy had returned with you. That’s why you kept moving your hotel. How could you not know that I was back? I share your power and I’m going to use it to destroy you. Reality can only survive having one monster pulling at its threads and you aren’t worthy to survive.”

Dawn casually wipes some blood off her skirt and plants her parasol into the floor to use as a chair. “That sounds boring. Revenge and anger are so . . . normal. There’s never any fun in that type of stuff. I prefer to toy with people like I always do. If you want to go on a rampage and terrorizing humanity then I won’t stop you, puppy. All I ask is that you leave enough for me to enjoy my games.”

“Are you an idiot? I’m here to kill you.”

“But you’re too new to defeat me.”

“I have something that you lack.”

“Well, I could always give myself those if I wanted.”

Confused by the response, Ian leaves himself open to a foot that explodes from the floor and rockets him into the sky. Dawn watches as he grows a hole in his chest and falls back down with the stretching limb passing through his body. She relaxes at the sight of her ravens coming out of the clouds to attack the man, but the flock is abruptly snared by spiderwebs that come out of the sun. The birds are yanked into the distance orb and the smell of burning feathers overs the Earth as Ian lands in front of Dawn. Sprouting the drab clothes he used to wear when a patient at Raven’s Hold, he shoves the woman to put her in the same outfit. With a scream, she falls to her knees and scratches at her metal eyepatch, which is turning around the socket. She pulls it out of her flesh to reveal the empty hole beneath and plunges a finger inside to extract a squirming optic nerve that is fanged at the end.

“You will never defeat me,” Ian declares as Heaven’s Nest shudders. The guests and employees scream as the building begins to implode, the bottom floors collapsing to prevent an easy escape. “All you want to do, Addison, is have fun with your powers. That means you aren’t focused and lack the dedication to killing. Sure, you enjoy it, but I crave it. My rage drives me to break everything that has been created. I can’t accomplish this unless you’re gone. Otherwise, you might think it’s fun to undo my work. Now, put up the best fight you can, but I guarantee that you will lose.”

“Never any fun in normal,” Dawn mutters while her arms turn into golden claws. She is about to attack when her metallic limbs become tarnished and are on the verge of falling apart at the joints. “No fair messing with my own body. It took me many years and a handful of college students to get this back. Now, be a good puppy and go back to your house. Don’t make mommy take away your-”

The blow to Dawn’s face is too fast for her to know what hit her, but she retains enough of her senses to turn the wall into a vertical pool. Transforming her shirt and skirt into a silver bikini, she swims away from Heaven’s Nest to stretch the water. When she cannot go any further, she turns around and launches herself at Ian. The surrounding liquid gathers around her body and is beginning to turn to ice when a wall of flames appears in her path. The pool evaporates and Dawn is left plummeting towards the ground until a red-haired woman leaps through a crack in the wall. Turning in midair, Gemma pulls two pistols out of her pockets and fires at Ian to prevent him from leaving the roof. To the man’s surprise, a bullet skims his cheek and leaves a burning cut on his flesh. The brunette wraps her legs around her trusted bodyguard’s waist and turns himself into a jetpack. Leaving a rainbow in their wake, the two women escape as Heaven’s Nest is sucked into itself and then explodes out to level the entire city.

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Leave a Question for Bob the Horse-Obsessed Vampire

Cover Art by Alison Hunt

Bob entered into a three-way tie with Clyde and Nadia.  At least it was when I was working on this.  So, I’m going to do the interviews on Mondays (Chastity tomorrow) around noon, which gives me 5 days.  All of this to help promote War of Nytefall: Lost, which is available now.  Let’s try to learn more about Bob.

He’s definitely a supporting character, but he’s proven to be popular.  Much like Lost, Archillious, Lloyd Tenay, and Yola the Chaos Goddess, Bob is a ‘crazy’ character.  He will say or do things that feed an issue such as his obsession with horses or getting a rise out of Luther Grathan.  That doesn’t make him stupid or trapped solely as comic relief since he has many strengths.  There are times when Bob will abruptly come up with an idea or voice some insight that helps a conversation.  He is also very friendly and kind, which makes him more approachable than some of his friends.  This can go too far like when he insisted on during a funeral for a stable full of dead horses instead of helping his companions such for Clyde and Mab.

There isn’t much about Bob’s life before becoming a vampire.  You do learn about his origin in War of Nytefall: Lost, which I can sum up.  He was born into a family of horse breeders and a vampire was stalking the herd.  He fended her off a few times, but she attacked while he was away and killed everyone.  Impressed by Bob, she turned him into a vampire and taught him how to be sneaky and cunning.  They ended up running into a very angry paladin at one point, which resulted in his maker getting killed and him being tortured.  Titus Winthrop happened upon the scene in time to save Bob, but the trauma left the vampiric elf fairly crazed.  He has been a member of the Vengeance Hounds and Clyde’s gang ever since.

I don’t really know what else to mention about Bob.  He is designed to be both comic relief and loyal member of Clyde’s crew.  I made sure that the humor never reached a point where he was seen as too foolish to be taken seriously.  With his invisibility powers and unpredictable nature, he is a force to be reckoned with.  It is interesting how I gave him the power to hide along with the more complicated hair design.  Half of it is blond and the other half is black, which I’ll admit is rather hard to describe briefly.  Not sure that can lead to any questions though.

I know it might be a tough one and it’s so soon after the previous request, but leave your questions in the comments.  Bob will be taking the last Monday of October.  Have a fun month.

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The Creative Writing Process: Editing Your Novel – by Rachel Poli…

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Ah, editing your novel.

This is the moment some people live for and other people dread.

After you revise your novel, it’s time to write the next draft.

Compile it all together again so it looks nice and pretty.

Then you can tear it a part again!

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A Week of Victories and . . . Nothing Went Totally Wrong

Let’s start with the great news:

Passed the Teaching Assistant Test!

I also finished the workshops and got fingerprinted, so now I only have to wait for the certification paperwork to get processed by Albany.  I submitted to a bunch of TA jobs even though I don’t have the certificate yet, so I’m hoping to get a few callbacks and get an interview before that’s done.  Doesn’t look possible, but you never know.  At least I finished all the requirements and now I can focus on getting into an actual TA position, which is probably the harder part.

The completion of the TA path and some personal stuff did result in me hitting a slight wall.  I’d been pushing myself really hard with the studying and I think I built up too much anxiety.  So, I ended the week with a few bad attacks.  All at night, which is the norm.  I should be fine by tomorrow since I’m taking it easy.  I’m noticing that I don’t notice my stress when I’m excited.  Might have a little cough, but everything else is manageable because I’m focused on something positive.  Even searching for TA jobs and working on a cover letter was enjoyable.  Still, there might be another reason that my stress tends to rise up from time to time.

With the certification requirements met and only job hunting to do, one would think I have time to write.  At the very least, I should be able to edit Derailing Bedlam, which will start up on my blog in November.  You’d be right in this assumption . . . Yet, I can’t muster the imagination or mojo.  Ever since certain things happened in my life that only a handful of followers have been told in private, I can’t write.  Anxiety sets in and my focus vanishes if I edit.  My characters’ voices aren’t coming through if I try to write.  It’s almost like a piece of my soul has been sloppily removed.  There are traces of the urge, but I can’t get my brain to settle into the old patterns.  It feels way worse than writer’s block because this is spanning all of my ideas.

Pretty sure this is where people will start leaving comments of support, but I have to admit those cause a little bit of pain.  Part of it is because I’m still being told by those who caused this crumbling that they still support me.  (Don’t worry. I don’t think they read this blog, so there won’t be any drama below.)  In fact, I even get yelled at when I bring up this issue.  I’m lectured about how nobody wanted me to quit, which means my hand was forced without a clear idea of what it would do to me.  Don’t get me wrong.  I want to go into teaching to some extent like I was planning before my son was born and I had to move back to New York.  Heck, I tried to get a Masters right after I graduated from college, but my GPA was .04 points shy of the cut off and I was only an English Writing Arts major.  I’m saying that I will enjoy and thrive in a school.  Maybe it will soften the blow of my lost mojo, which I’m terrified will never come back.

You see, I’ve never had a point in my life when it was this hard to get into the mental mindset.  There were periods where I didn’t have the time, so I jotted down notes and outlines in notebooks.  That was different because the creativity was still there and easily accessible.  Now, it’s either buried or missing.  For someone who has been writing like a man possessed for so long, it’s very disorienting.  This is where the pain from well wishes comes from too.  To me, they sometimes feel like people are saying stuff at a funeral for part of me.  Is that dark and dramatic?  Yes, but that’s the best I could come up with.

Anyway, this is becoming too much of a sad rant.  I’m going to try to edit Derailing Bedlam if I have time to see if I can jog the senses.  I have War of Nytefall: Rivalry too, so editing might help me out for a bit.  Though, there are some aspects of that second one that hit too close to home.  So, let’s get to the goals:

  1. Follow up on jobs.
  2. Submit to any new jobs that turn up.
  3. Study for the Clerk-Laborer exam.  Yeah, I would rather be a TA, but I paid for the test and might as well try to ace it.  It’s all about pride now.
  4. Continue reading ‘Bleach’ (manga) and watching some ‘Blue Exorcist’.
  5. If energy and mojo are mustered: Edit Derailing Bedlam
  6. If not mustered:  Schedule December posts . . . Wait . . . I forgot something . . . OH!

Monday starts the finale of my ‘Raven Series’.  It’s Raven’s Wrath and will last the entire month with each post going live at midnight.  Join me and see what kind of send of Dawn Addison will get.

Also, it’s never too late to submit a guest post.

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When One Stands in the Past and the Other in the Future

The Matrix

I realized something as I wrote War of Nytefall: Lost, but I wasn’t able to really flush it out because of the story.  I tried to investigate this a bit in a few scenes and it was on the border of Clyde’s growth arc.  Yet, I couldn’t really get this small fact drawn out into the open as much as I wanted:

Mab looks to the past and Clyde looks to the future.

This does come up a bit, but I felt like I could have done better if the story wasn’t so focused on Lost.  It could be in my favor since things heat up in War of Nytefall: Rivalry though.  Part of the issue could be that the characters themselves weren’t entirely aware of this fact.  They butted heads unless there was a present problem to tackle.  So, they get distracted from this problem once the womb-born, Lost, and the Uttukku make trouble.  Yet, it does linger in the darkness and stems from a fight where the characters want different things.

  • Mab wishes for things to go back to the way they were before the Great Cataclysm.  She is a thief at heart and that’s the life she wants to hold onto.  Ruling Nytefall or being a soldier don’t appeal to her.  If her friends weren’t involved, she would have gone off on her own already.  You can even see that she’s the only member of the gang who has gone back to her roots.  Mab takes every opportunity to pull a heist, which is why her four-story house is filled with more treasure than most royal vaults.  Seriously, I realized at one point that Mab actually be one of the richest people in Windemere and nobody knows it.  This is her pride and joy too, but it revolves around returning to their past life.
  • Clyde is all about the future.  In his mind, the past can’t be reclaimed because he isn’t that man anymore.  As the first Dawn Fang, he has all of the others to think about, so he has to change from being the leader of a gang to the ruler of a kingdom.  Even more daunting, Nytefall’s influence is steadily going global.  Clyde would love to focus on heists and is even a little jealous of Mab, but he knows that he’s responsible for everything that’s happened.  Not to mention, he fears losing his humanity, which takes on a similar view as a mortal would when thinking about death.  In fact, Clyde is almost certain he’ll lose control one day and that will be it.

So, you have two people who have strong feelings for one another, but are focused on different time periods.  Mab wants to return to their roots while Clyde wants to forge a new life with what they have.  This is something that will have to be worked out over the course of the series if they’re going to have anything more than a friendship.  This is at the core of their fighting too because Clyde has broken promises about going out on heists with Mab.  It’s to the point where she doesn’t really believe him when he talks about joining her.

The biggest challenge here is how to make them find common ground.  It can’t be done without sacrifice.  Preferably, this would have to be done on both sides.  Maybe Mab can reduce her heists to spend more time with Clyde who lets her be more influential over Nytefall.  The two things stopping this is Mab’s pride and Clyde’s desire to not force her into anything.  He’s actually still uncomfortable about dragging his friends into the war and ruling a kingdom.  Of course, the two don’t really bring this up to each other.  I have to admit that I haven’t figured out why that is just yet.  For some reason, I can’t get the characters to talk about it.

What does the future hold?  Well, that is spoiler territory, but the Mab/Clyde relationships is a key part of their evolution.  Considering War of Nytefall: Loyalty begins with her sneaking into enemy territory to break him out of prison, it’s clear that this isn’t going to be a low level subplot.  The biggest challenge is going to be finding that middle ground because they can’t focus on two different two periods for eternity.  Not without having to go their separate ways and that would be a disaster.

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The 2018 Interview Series Featuring Susan Rovens

Unknown's avatarDon Massenzio

This week, I’m happy to interview author and blogger Susan Rovens.


author picDo you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

It’s too difficult to “know” what readers want since every person is different. People’s circumstances and preferences are always changing, so what they like one year may be completely the opposite the next year. So, with that being the case, I write what I deem original and hope that it finds an audience.

 What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

boBurnt Offerings by Robert Marasco

Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

I don’t have that many reviews to read! LOL! (I need more reviews, folks!) No, I welcome any honest review – good OR bad. I know my work is not for everyone, so there will always be those that don’t care for what I’ve written…

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Leave a Question for Nadia Sylvan the Lady of Nyte

Cover Art by Alison Hunt

Here’s another surprise since Nadia Sylvan doesn’t have as many scenes as her more active brethren.  She does have her moments in War of Nytefall: Lost, but she doesn’t stray far from Nyte that often.  Part of the reason is because she has left her warrior past behind and finds that she prefers to be a noble.  A big part of that is falling in love with Xavier Tempest, who is equally dedicated to her.  Honestly, Nadia and Xavier are probably the most stable couple I’ve ever written.

This might not be as long a post as I would like because she is a woman of mystery and simplicity.  Well, she does like to manipulate others and plays complicated games, but she keeps her own life easy to handle.  She loves and supports her husband.  She is very close to the ritualist Stephanie Talon without making her more friend than agent.  Her bodyguard is Lou the vampiric ogre.  Nadia is the brood sister of Clyde and the ‘daughter’ of Gregorio Roman, which makes her one of the old gnome’s favorites.  She doesn’t really like Mab, but both tolerates and respects her due to her skills.  That’s most of what anyone knows about Nadia Sylvan.

I almost forgot to mention that Nadia is not a human vampire.  She is actually a female orc, which isn’t what people think when it comes to Windemere.  While the males of the species are very strong brutes, the women are considered some of the most gorgeous creatures among mortals.  They are tall, strong, and beautiful that can best be described as ‘Valkyrie-like’.  This means that the only characters who are taller than Nadia are Lou (ogre) and Titus (big human), which makes her an interesting pairing for Xavier.  Even with her orcish strength, she is more inclined to fight with magic like her golems and the ability to transform into swarms.  She prefers to turn into moths, but will use this crude power to become more vicious creatures like scorpions, rats, and mosquitoes.

There isn’t much else that I can say about Nadia Sylvan.  I have yet to give her a big time to shine and I don’t know if she’s the type.  She seems very comfortable sitting in the shadows and letting others jump into the fray.  Still, I’m sure some people have questions for the Lady of Nyte.

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Amazon Advertising: The Definitive Guide

Nicholas C. Rossis's avatarNicholas C. Rossis

Amazon Advertising | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's bookI was recently hired by SearchNurture to help them write a series of posts on Amazon Advertising. SearchNurture is a Digital Marketing Agency which matches specialized advertisers with companies and professionals. They also offer training in digital marketing and even help graduates find a job (and pay $6,000 upon placement).

My first two posts were recently published on their website. I don’t like tooting my own horn, but anyone interested in how Amazon Advertising works should have a careful read, as this is the most exhausting guide I have seen on the Internet yet–and I’m mighty proud of my part in creating it.

What Is Amazon Advertising?

The first post deals with the basics of Amazon Advertising. It explains how it works, how to target your audience, which kinds of campaigns exist and how to pick the one that’s perfect for your needs.

You can read the full post here: What…

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Two Shorts & a Snort, on #LisaBurtonRadio

coldhandboyack's avatarEntertaining Stories

Lisa Burton

Welcome to another edition of Lisa Burton Radio. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, and today we’re calling back into the nineteen-sixties. I just need to hook up this Einstein-Rosen switchboard.

Done, and we’re connecting.

“Eastham Correctional Facility.”

“Good morning. This is Lisa Burton, and I have an appointment to speak with Charlie Riddle.”

“Very good, ma’am. The prisoner is standing by. I’ll connect you.”

“Hello. Lisa? Lisa Burton?”

“Is this Charlie Riddle?”

CR: Yeah, it’s me.

“Charlie, I’m sure we’re all sorry about your circumstances. We’d like to understand how you got to this point in your life.”

“It’s a long story, but if you’ve got time, I have plenty to spare. I grew up in Odessa, Texas. If you’ve never been there, it’s flat land with nothing but sand and oil wells. My ol’ man worked the rigs, so as soon as I turned seventeen, I hired…

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