An author's musings, combined with a weekly Cosplay Interview and the weekly serialization of New Tamsbridge Nights, an urban fantasy / horror setting where vampires, mages, and other creatures of the night vie for power and supremacy in an endless struggle.
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Hello boys and girls! Today we launch a new weekly segment, something I am calling Cosplay Fridays. Because it features an interview with a cosplayer/someone in the cosplay community. On Fridays. Clever, right? That's why they pay me the big bucks. Anyway, today we talk about one of my personal favorites, Bella Sparkles. Let's see what she has to say!
Sam was restless after he closed the Dusty Covers. Audrey was studying, Methuselah was content to spend the day exhibiting his human-esque shape, playing checkers with himself, so she was looked-after. Sam checked on her and then, taking his long coat to ward against the cold, slipped out into the foggy night. He didn’t know where he was going, so he just walked and thought. He thought about Marcus and Kendra. He thought about Audrey. He thought about Sofia. So many interlocking parts. He was more convinced than ever that Kendra’s murderer had not been a vampire; but concerned that it had been made to look like one. But what if that’s what the Lorenzos want me to think? It’s all too easy. All carefully arranged. Accept no answer as impossible until it’s been thoroughly debunked. Accept nothing on faith; trust only the evidence of your eyes.
It started to rain a little, just an ice-cold drizzle, but enough for Sam to be thankful for his co…
“Aye, Or something like that.” Saul said, leaning back with a smug smile. “Her name is Eileen. As you’ve observed. She works here.” He took a draught of his beer, still smiling like a cat with a can of tuna. “Has for a year or two. She’s kind of been adopted by the owner and his family.”
Petal looked at her carefully. “She’s not Dewdrop,” she said plainly. “No, not quite. But she’s a faerie.”
“Half, I’d guess,” Saul said. “Given that she’s a little less than twenty. I imagine if you asked her, she might lead you to your missing sister. There.” He said with a wink. “Still want to cut me into bits?”