Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Indie Ink Runs Deep: Roy Pickering



Every now and then I manage to talk a small press author into showing us a little skin... tattooed skin, that is. I know there are websites and books out there that have been-there-done-that already, but I hadn't seen one with a specific focus on the authors and publishers of the small press community. Whether it's the influence for their book, influenced by their book, or completely unrelated to the book, we get to hear the story behind their indie ink....


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Today's ink story comes from Roy Pickering, author of Patches of Grey, Feeding the Squirrels, and most recently, Matters of Convenience. 









I got my tattoos before it became such a trendy rite of passage to mark one's flesh. In fact, tattoo parlors were conducting illegal business in New York City at the time. Within a year or two afterward that had changed, and suddenly you could get tatted virtually everywhere without it being a crime or earning so much as a raised eyebrow. But it was at the tail end of the era of tattoos being risque when I went to a parlor learned about from the sister of a frequent customer. It was upstairs from the legendary and no longer with us CBGB.

The first one I got was a skull in flames pierced by a dagger. It didn't symbolize anything for me, I just thought it looked bad ass. Still do. After awhile it seemed strange to have a single image permanently needled on to my body that was so devilish in nature. I was no choir boy but felt  misrepresented by my ink. So I went back to the parlor and asked for something with the opposite vibe, something angelic. "How about an angel?", the artist asked. Why hadn't I thought of that? 

After that day I felt balanced, branded by the evil we are all capable of as well as the good that resides in our hearts. They are reminders when I commit characters to the page hat oversimplification makes for bad writing. Rather than one dimensional saints and equally strait jacketed sinners, I strive for realism. This means acknowledging that good people sometimes do bad things, and bad people can possess noble qualities while making self serving decisions at the expense of others. My tattoos represent the proverbial devil whispering into one ear while a cherub advises me in the other to take an alternate course. Sometimes it can be difficult to tell which voice is which. 




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Roy Pickering was born on the idyllic island of St. Thomas and currently resides in New Jersey with his wife and daughter. His debut novel "Patches of Grey" earned a B.R.A.G Medallion Award. His novella "Feeding the Squirrels" is published by SynergEbooks in electronic format. His second novel "Matters of Convenience" was published in November 2016. Anthologies that house Roy's fiction include Proverbs for the People, Role Call, The Game: Short Stories About the Life, Prose to be Read Aloud and Independent Author Index Short Story Compilation. He is currently working on a series of children's books being illustrated by his wife.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Page 69: West Virginia

Disclaimer: The Page 69 Test is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a part of. I loved the whole idea of it and so I'm stealing it specifically to showcase small press titles - novels, novellas, short story collections, the works! So until the founder of The Page 69 Test calls a cease and desist, let's do this thing....









In this installment of Page 69, 
We put Joe Halstead's West Virginia to the test.








Set up page 69 for us (what are we about to read):

Page 69 is one of my favorite sections of the book. Jamie Paddock returns to West Virginia to investigate the suicide of his father in his own blundering and discursive way. He ends up having dinner with some family that he hasn't seen for the better part of a decade. They all have brain-related illnesses and they're sad and regressive and think Wendy's is a nice restaurant, but Jamie's had a sick and twisted longing for this melancholy the entire time he's been in New York City, so he feels like he's finally home again.




What’s the book about?

West Virginia is about a twenty-something writer who revisits the seamy underside of Appalachia when he returns to his holler to investigate what led his father to suicide, finding parochial prejudices, strange sexual tensions, and family skeletons.




Do you think this page gives our readers an accurate sense of what the book is about? Does it align itself with the book’s overall theme?

Though Jamie's not a detective--he's just this weird, messed up Millennial country guy who doesn't know what he's doing--the page 69 moment is a kind of mise en abyme; it cuts really close to the bone and is a great teaser for what the book is about. Jean-Francois Lyotard had this idea that a literary character is just an intersection point in a network of different trajectories in the story. The uncle on page 69 keeps saying, "But if anyone would know what your dad was going through, it'd be you, it'd be you." And this notion: it's about a feeling Jamie has--he maybe saw a kid kill himself at Bobst Library once and maybe aligns himself with suicide, so, when his father kills himself, Jamie's trajectory takes him from flirting with suicide, enacting all the pathologies that could be associated with it without actually doing it, to dealing with it in a very real way.



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WEST VIRGINIA








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Joe Halstead is the author of West Virginia (Unnamed Press). He currently lives in Lexington, Kentucky with his wife Molly. Find him on twitter @joehalstead.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Bronwyn Reviews: Death in Spring

Death in Spring by Mercè Rodoreda
Translated by Martha Tennent
Pages: 150
Publisher: Open Letter Press
Released: 2009




Reviewed by Bronwyn Mauldin





When reading translations, I often worry I might be missing out on something essential to the original. It could be the sound of the language or turns of phrase that simply don’t translate, or cultural or political references I lack the knowledge to appreciate. Conversations with multilingual friends and colleagues who work in translation are not reassuring. Despite the great skill of translators and their clever techniques, some things cannot cross the linguistic divide.

Several pages into Mercè Rodoreda’s stunning novel, Death in Spring, I let go of that fear. Not because I know unequivocally that Martha Tennent’s translation (from Catalan) has delivered every nuance perfectly, but because the imagery, language, and voice she has given us are so singular. I don’t know when I have ever seen petty inhumanity and interpersonal unkindness presented so beautifully.

The story is set in a small village, and narrated by a boy of fourteen. He tells of the local traditions: the red powder the villagers collect each year and use to repaint their homes; the prisoner they keep in a cage and force to neigh like a horse; the way they blindfold their pregnant women to prevent them from falling in love with another man (and thus giving birth to a child that does not look like its father). When the narrator’s father tries to commit suicide by entombing himself in a tree, the villagers race to break him free so they can fill his mouth and stomach with cement for a more proper death.

In talking about his stepmother, the narrator tells us  

“I caught her one day eating a bee. When she realized I was watching, she spit it out, saying the bee had flown into her mouth. But I knew she ate bees. She would choose the ones that had drunk the most wisteria juice and keep them alive in her mouth for a moment, then let them play a little before swallowing.” (p. 34)

Rodoreda’s villagers are not simple, charming rustics. They are narrow and brutish, monitoring each other’s behavior in order to punish those who break the rules. The village itself is a site of savage beauty, overgrown with wisteria that threatens the foundations of the houses, and a wild river that takes at least one young man each year. One of Rodoreda’s great feats is how quickly she establishes village behaviors as long-standing norms, even as her characters violate them. The poetic language she uses to describe their behavior serves to highlight their cruelty.


Born in 1908 in Barcelona, Rodoreda was well established as a writer working for the autonomous Government of Catalonia when the Spanish Civil War broke out. Along with many other intellectuals, she was forced into exile, going first to France and then to Switzerland during World War II. Considered by many to be the most important Catalan writer of the twentieth century, Rodoreda died in 1983, and Death in Spring was published posthumously. This novel can be read as a metaphor for Spain under Franco, or simply a commentary on how merciless humans can be to each other for no other reason than this is the way we have always done it




Bronwyn Mauldin is the author of the novel Love Songs of the Revolution. She won The Coffin Factory magazine’s 2012 very short story award, and her Mauldin’s work has appeared in the Akashic Books web series, Mondays Are Murder, and at Necessary Fiction, CellStories, The Battered Suitcase, Blithe House Quarterly, Clamor magazine and From ACT-UP to the WTO. She is a researcher with the Los Angeles County Arts Commission, and she is creator of GuerrillaReads, the online video literary magazine.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Page 69: Sip

Disclaimer: The Page 69 Test is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a part of. I loved the whole idea of it and so I'm stealing it specifically to showcase small press titles - novels, novellas, short story collections, the works! So until the founder of The Page 69 Test calls a cease and desist, let's do this thing....












In this installment of Page 69, 

we put Brian Allen Carr's upcoming novel, Sip, to the test.








Set up page 69 for us (what are we about to read):

SIP is in six sections that are broken into scenes. Here is a scene shortly after one of the protagonists is exiled from a train-circled encampment and into the wilderness. They kick him out into the world naked. But his brother smuggles him a rifle. So. . .




What’s the book about?

SIP is set in a speculative future wherein people have gained the ability to get drunk by drinking their shadows. It’s a meditation on addiction and polarization, on humanity and depravity. Some people have called it post-apocalyptical. I dunno. To me, it’s just a book.

Essentially it follows a brief adventure. One of the inhabitants of this world, Mira, has a mother whose shadow has been stolen. The adventure ensues when Mira (a young woman who can hide her shadow), Murk ( a shadow addict who has had his leg forcibly amputated), and Bale ( who was raised in a dome and new to the outside world) follow a folk healers advice and set out to commit a murder.




Do you think this page gives our readers an accurate sense of what the book is about? Does it align itself with the book’s overall theme?

Probably. At least Bale’s story line in the book. For Bale, the story is one of new places, new things. It’s about confusion. Nothing is more confusing than being naked when you don’t want to be. It’s pretty Adam and Eve.

From Genesis:

[Adam] answered, "I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid. And [God] said, "Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?

In terms of overall theme? Probably. Uncertainty and confusion run rampant in SIP, and, aesthetically it’s a good showing.

Much of SIP is served up as sips. Many of the scenes are a page long. I like white space and brevity. I think I draw on my time in cooking there. I like the idea of plating a scene. I try to be as Zen as possible. To give the reader what they need of the story in the most composed way possible.

In Thomas Keller’s cookbook, The French Laundry, he talks about “the law of diminishing returns” and he argues that the first few bites of everything are intensely flavorful, but the more you eat the less the food astounds you. His approach is that he wants to leave the diner wanting more.

That’s my approach with SIP as well. Each scene is supposed to be reduced to its most flavorful serving.

My true hope is that the book pops along so quickly, that it’s a quick read.

I’m not the first person to try to write this way.

Hell, I think Anthony Doerr was attempting something like this with his Pulitzer winning All the Light We Cannot See, though that book is historical fiction. Richard Brautigan did this with The Hawkline Monster, though his book was more aligned with irony. Borges did this sort of, but his approach was to take things that could be 300 pages and make them three. Jenny Offill sort of did this with, Dept. of Speculation, but that book was the story of a very realistic marriage.

Anyhow, there’s precedent for it.  

But, yeah. SIP is sips. Language forward and plot driven action adventure with a philosophical underpinning.

I hope it works for folks.








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PAGE 69
SIP

Bale in Exile


Bale sat naked, his back to a mesquite trunk, huffing breath. The limbs of the thing draped down toward the ground, bends of them rested on the dirt. It was as though the tree was a bark covered hand, roosted on its fingertips. The thumb was the trunk, the limbs the other fingers. Above, the canopy he took cover under, somehow the palm of the thing. He’d never been beneath a tree. He lounged in awe of it. He heard a few more shots. He inspected the rifle, ejected the magazine, counted the rounds. He’d half expected Drummond to leave a single bullet, a way out if he chose it, but his big brother had loaded up. Bale had fifteen shots. His feet ached, he had scrapes down his front, and he had to find food, water, and shelter. The wasteland of his life to come was, at that time, unimaginable. It’d be like trying to consider where you stand in relation to the universe while a house you’re trapped in is on fire. His balls dipped in the dirt. He could feel grass blades in his ass crack.



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Brian Allen Carr is the author of several story collections and novellas and has been published in McSweeney’s, Hobart, and The Rumpus. He was the inaugural winner of the Texas Observer short story prize as judged by Larry McMurtry, and the recipient of a Wonderland Book Award. He splits his time between Texas and Indiana, where he writes about engineers and inventors at Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology. This is his first novel.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Book Giveaway: The Unmentionables

Since July 2010, TNBBC has been bringing authors and readers together every month to get behind the book! This unique experience wouldn't be possible without the generous donations of the authors and publishers involved.





Oh my, it's been a looooing time, but....
It's the beginning of a new month and you know what that means..

Time to give away our June Author/Reader Discussion novel!


We will be reading and discussing The Unmentionables 
with author Lance Carbuncle.



Lance has 3 signed paperbacks (for US residents only)
and 10 ebooks via Smashwords (open internationally)





Instead of telling you what it's about, 
why not let Lance tell you a little bit about it and share an excerpt?!


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Set up page 69 for us (what are we about to read):
This is a conversation between the protaganist Greg, his quirky girlfriend, and his obnoxious best friend, Jim Halloway. They are discussing Jim’s problems with the scariest kid in middle school.


What’s the book about?
            When a portal to the netherworld spews noxious fumes over an entire town, the villagers are collectively driven mad and direct their murderous rage toward one outcast youth. With almost the whole town set against him, Greg Samsa does the only thing he can, turning to his deceased grandfather’s occult paraphernalia to help defend himself. In the attic of his dilapidated family mansion, Greg builds an army of reanimated fetal pigs, stoner lunkhead servants, flying piss-monkeys, and raccoon bodyguards. Greg has taken all that he can stand. The villagers want him and his family gone. It’s all headed for a savage, gore-splattered showdown between good and evil in small-town Ohio.


Do you think this page gives our readers an accurate sense of what the book is about? Does it align itself with the book’s overall theme? 
The excerpt definitely gives a good representation of some of the main characters and their personalities. Perhaps it doesn’t give a sense of the overall book because there are supernatural and horror aspects throughout that are not really reflected in the excerpt. But, one can get a good glimpse of the dynamics between Greg and his friends. And, yeah, I suppose it hints at the fact that some of the characters can get pretty gross. My books can be a bit much with the supposed vulgarity for some readers, so if this excerpt puts you off, the book probably isn’t for you. (Wow, I am probably the world’s worst salesman). Otherwise, if you don’t mind a bit of sick humor in your books, this also hints at some of what you can expect.


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THE UNMENTIONABLES

Captain Jack and Fats Flannigan hang from the ladder outside of Greg’s lounge and scratch their claws at the windowpane. The furry masked bandits chirp and mew at Greg, begging admittance to his sanctuary. Greg walks to the window, and, in accordance with his no raccoons policy, flips the critters the bird and closes the blackout curtains in their pointy little faces. He turns up Little Walter on the stereo to drown out the creatures’ sounds, and goes back to sit on the couch with Kelsey.
“My asshole is really starting to get sore,” Jim Halloway complains above the music. He stretches out on the red velvet chaise lounge and locks his hands behind his head. “Wade keeps asking to sniff my fingers and he expects something nice. But I don’t think I can jam my finger up there anymore. I’m starting to get hemorrhoids. Something’s gotta give, and it ain’t my o-ring.”
Greg and Kelsey sit side by side on their own couch, laughing at Jim and staring at the TV, playing a hotly contested game of Atari basketball.
“Say what?” Kelsey giggles and mashes the red button on her joystick to dump a jump shot through the basket. “Doesn’t he know that Lori dumped you?”
“No, and I’m not going to tell him until I figure out how to deal with this. Apparently Lori never thought enough about me to even tell people we were an item. So for all Wade knows, I’m diddling her in between classes and he’s smelling her puss.”
“God, you’re grody,” Kelsey says without a trace of disdain. “Greg wouldn’t talk about me like that, would you?”                               
“No,” Greg says as his 8-bit baller steals the giant pixilated basketball and breaks down the court for a lay up. “But I would kick your butt at basketball.”
Kelsey drops her joystick and punches Greg in the arm. “Have you not a chivalrous bone in your scrawny body, Sir?” she asks as she knocks him over on the couch and leaps on top of him, easily overpowering the scrawny boy and tickling her fingers into his ribs.
Jim Halloway jumps in, too, probing his fingertips into Greg’s soft underarm area and ribs. They roll off of the couch as a big ball of flailing arms and legs, and onto the floor. Greg struggles against the tickle assault, laughing so hard that he starts to cry. A small wet patch begins to dampen his groin area. Finally, Jim and Kelsey let up. And they all fall back on the floor, gasping for air and laughing like lunatics.


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This giveaway will run through May 9th.
Winners will be announced here and via email on May 10th.







Here's how to enter:

1 - Leave a comment here or in the giveaway thread over at TNBBC on goodreads. Be sure to let us know which format you prefer. (Remember, you must be a resident of the US to request the signed paperback.)


2 - State that you agree to participate in the group read book discussion that will run from June 19th through June 25th. Lance has agreed to participate in the discussion and will be available to answer any questions you may have for him. 


 3 - Your comment must have a way to contact you (email is preferred).



ONLY COMMENT ONCE. MULTIPLE COMMENTS DO NOT GAIN YOU ADDITIONAL CHANCES TO WIN.



 *If you are chosen as a winner, by accepting the copy you are agreeing to read the book and join the group discussion at TNBBC on Goodreads (the thread for the discussion will be emailed to you before the discussion begins). 





GOOD LUCK!!!

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Book Review: Sip

Read April 2017
4 Stars - Strongly Recommended / Carr brings the goodness with this novel about shadow suckers
Pages: 296
Publisher: SoHo
Releases: August 2017







Like a whisper coming off their hearts...

Brian continues to bring the weirdness with his debut novel SIP. Though there are no motherfucking sharks to be found, or plagues of monsters at the end of the world, we are thrown headlong into a future where people are addicted to sipping shadows. Yes, you heard me. Like a hungry little vampires who suck up your blood, humankind discovers an awesome high when they suck up their own shadows.

I know. Sounds kind of harmless, right? Why should we care if someone wants to bend over and sip at their own dark reflection? Well, because once their own shadow is depleted, they begin to prey on others by sipping at their shadow which causes a sort of painful and, once sucked up completely, totally permanent condition in the victim - If your shadow gets sucked dry, you are now ALSO tied to a life of stealing and sipping shadows, or you risk going mad due to sleep deprivation. Because in this brave new world, if you are shadowless, you are unable to find rest until someone's shadow is sitting pretty in your mouth. So it's steal or die. And steal they do.

This is a future of us vs them. Those who still have their shadows intact flee to the Domes, which are safe, established, human outposts. The domes are protected by trains that run nonstop on a circular track and by armed soliders who guard the permiter. It's a militia-like life, with lots of guns and bland food rations and not a whole lot of fun. But hey, you've got your shadow and a good night's rest.

Those who don't want to live a Domers life remain outside, with the shadow addicts, and run the risk of being shadow-sucked, AKA being 'turned'.

Mira, a young girl whose mother had her shadow stolen, isn't interested in being a Domer. Partly because of the fact that her mother wouldn't be welcome, and partly, I think, because of her BFF Murk, who is a shadow addict. Mira, whose shadow is still whole (because she discovered a way to keep it hidden) helps her mom sleep by stealing shadows for her. From their farm animals. And from birds and wild rabbits in the field. Because, oh, did I not mention? You don't have to just steal HUMAN shadows. You can steal shadows from any living thing. And you don't 'turn' unless you SWALLOW the shadow.

So Mira tucks those little sips of shadows into her cheeks and then breathes them lovingly into her mother's mouth. And then mommy-dearest is out cold, dreaming dreams of flight (if it's a bird shadow) or dreams of tunnels and darkness (if it's a rabbit shadow).

On one of their shadow-hunting excersions, Mira and Murk catch wind of a rumor that the shadow sickness can be cured, but only if you were to find and kill the one who stole your shadow (kinda like chasing down big daddy vamp or the alpha werewolf, right?!). And then, only if they are caught and killed before the comet makes its trip back around the earth, which is scheduled to appear any day now. Did someone say roadtrip?! Mira and Murk join forces with a recently exiled Domer and decide to head towards The Town of Lost Souls to hunt down her momma's shadow theif.

The world he creates is nothing less than amazing.
It's lyrical. It's violent. And it's surprisingly sentimental.

SIP is exactly the type of novel that one would expect from Carr - gory and glorious and downright bizarre.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Audio Series: Invasions of the Weirdos


Our audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen."  was hatched in a NYC club during BEA back in 2012. It's a fun little series, where authors record themselves reading an excerpt from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.




Today, Andrew Hilbert reads a few excerpts from his newest novel Invasion of the Weirdos, which was released on April 4th with Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. Andrew is also the author of 
Bangface and the Gloryhole, and Death Thing. You can catch up with him at hilbertheckler.com and follow him at @AHILBERT3000 on Twitter. 









Click on the soundcloud bars below to listen to Andrew read from Invasion of the Weirdos:

















What it's about: 

After getting kicked out of his anarchist art collective for defending McDonald's, Ephraim develops an idea to create a robot/vending machine with the ability to hug children. He is no roboticist, but through dumb luck manages to hook up with a genius--a like-minded individual who also happens to be the last living Neanderthal. Meanwhile, a former personal assassin for a former president is fired from the CIA for sexual misconduct with a couple of blow-up dolls. He becomes determined to return to the government's good graces by infiltrating Ephraim's anarchist art collective in the hopes that they are actually terrorists. What follows is a bizarre, psychedelic journey that could only take place in the heart of Austin, Texas. 

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Page 69: Nights of Blood Wine

Disclaimer: The Page 69 Test is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a part of. I loved the whole idea of it and so I'm stealing it specifically to showcase small press titles - novels, novellas, short story collections, the works! So until the founder of The Page 69 Test calls a cease and desist, let's do this thing....








In this installment of Page 69, 

we put  Freda Warrington's Nights of Blod Wine to the test. 






Set up page 69 for us (what are we about to read):

Page 69 turns out to be part of The Raven Bound, a story inspired by this remark by Susan Ertz: ‘Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.’ Sometime in the 1930s, a very bored vampire named Antoine meets a stranger in a smoky nightclub and sees a chance to relieve his ennui.



What’s the book about?

My Blood Wine series of vampire novels began in the early 1980s, inspired by a love of vampire films and stories (such as JS LeFanu’s Carmilla), by Anne Rice’s early novels – which showed the undead as thinking, feeling creatures with their own stories to tell – and, not least, a need for escapism during a particularly difficult time in my life. Fascinated by the image of the vampire as a dark, mysterious outsider, I wondered: what if a human could break through the barriers and come to know this un-human being? So I began writing my tale of human Charlotte and alluring vampire Karl. This was years before the massive explosion of vampire romance in the 2000s! By the 1990s, one novel had become three (published by Pan Macmillan), and when Titan recently republished the series, I added a brand new fourth one (The Dark Arts of Blood).

Over this long period I’d also published a handful of short stories set in my Blood Wine world. I’ve long had a dream of putting them together in a collection, so last year I did just that. I wrote four brand new stories that had been hovering in my mind for a while, and also added five pieces of non-vampiric weirdness. NIGHTS OF BLOOD WINE (Telos) is the result.  Fifteen ‘lush dark tales’, ten involving my favourite vampire characters such as Karl, Charlotte, Stefan, Violette and others, plus a piece that became part of Dracula the Undead, then three stories connected to my ‘Elfland’ world, and finally a story written in loving tribute to Tanith Lee. Quite a variety.



Do you think this page gives our readers an accurate sense of what the book is about? Does it align itself with the book’s overall theme?

Yes and no. My style in the Blood Wine universe tends towards the dark, brooding, sensual and thoughtful. Things sometimes get quite brutal and bloody. But there are also episodes of humour, or black humour at least. To me, the Blood Wine tales are so much more than run of the mill stake-the-monster adventures, or wall-to-wall romance and erotica. They contain some of those elements, of course, but I found so much scope to explore psychology, desire, guilt, obsession, mystical weirdness, power, sexuality, to unpack religious mania and gender issues and so much more.
Nights of Blood Wine contains a hidden story that I didn’t even realise was there at first – a story that I’ve yet to tell, along with many others. I love my characters, so I doubt that they’ll ever leave me alone. Settings range from a South American women’s prison to winter-bound Russia in 1928: discover the strange history of blonde, not-so-angelic Stefan, a tooth in a glass of champagne… and even a touch of Steampunk!





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NIGHTS OF BLOOD WINE



‘What is preventing you from going to Paris, Rupert?’
I look into his eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice that I am not smoking. He sees something special in me, a kindred soul, someone who will understand him.
He calls the waiter and orders drinks, although I tip mine into his while he isn’t looking. Then his story comes tumbling out. A family seat in the country, a father who is proud and wealthy and mean. Mother long dead. Rupert the only son, the only child, with a vast freight of expectations on his shoulders. But he has disappointed his father in everything.
‘All the things he wanted me to be – I can’t do it. I was to be a scholar, an officer, a cabinet minister. Worthy of him. Married to some Earl’s daughter. That’s how he saw me. But I let him down. I tried and failed. Gods, how I tried! Finally something snapped, and I refused to dance to his tune any longer. Now he hates me. Because what I truly am is an artist. The only thing I can do, the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do, is to paint!’
He takes a fierce drag on his cigarette. His eyes burn with resentment.
‘Isn’t your father proud that you have this talent?’
‘Proud?’ he spits. ‘He despises me for it! Says I’ll end up in the gutter.’
‘Why don’t you leave?’ I speak softly and I am paying more attention to the movement of his tender throat than to his words. ‘Go to Montmartre, be an artist. Prove the old man wrong.’
‘It’s not that easy. There’s this girl, Meg …’
‘Take her with you.’
‘That’s just it. I can’t. She’s the gardener’s daughter. My father employs her as a maid. D’you see? Not content with being a failure at everything else, I go and fall in love with a common servant. So now the old man tells me that if I don’t give her up and toe the line, he’ll disinherit me! And Meg’s refusing to see me. Says she’s afraid of my father. Damn him!’
I have not been a vampire so very long. I still recall how hopeless such dilemmas seem to humans. ‘That’s terrible.’
‘Vindictive old swine! I’ll lose her and I’ll be penniless! He can’t do this to me!’
‘What will you do about it, Rupert?’
He glares down into his whisky. How alluring he looks in his wretchedness. ‘I wish the old bastard would die tomorrow. That would solve all my problems. I’d like to kill him!’
‘Will you?’
He sighs. ‘If only I had the guts! But I haven’t.’
So I smile. I rest my hand on his, and he is too numb with whisky to feel the coldness of my fingertips. I have thought of something more interesting to do than just take him outside and drain him.
‘I’ll do it for you.’


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Freda Warrington is the author of twenty-two books, including A Taste of Blood Wine, A Blackbird in Silver, and The Amber Citadel. Her novel Elfland won the Romantic Times award for Best Fantasy Novel, and Dracula the Undead won the Dracula Society’s Best Gothic Novel award. The Court of the Midnight King is an alternative history/ fantasy take on that most controversial of kings, Richard III, while her Blood Wine series of lush gothic vampire novels has been reissued by Titan Books. NIGHTS OF BLOOD WINE is her first short story collection, published by Telos in March 2017. Her work is described by Starburst magazine as, ‘Simply stunning, sumptuous, graceful and seductive.’