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.
New Tamsbridge: The City of Lengthened Shadows. Home to studious magi, scheming vampires, territorial werewolves and all manner of other things that go bump in the night, constantly dancing through their games of power and betrayal in a quest for supremacy and survival.
The Usual Suspects:
Samuel Vincent Lawrence: Professor of Arcane Theory, Doctor of Ancient Languages, Bookseller, Mage.
Audra Elise Blackthorne: Grade-school student, Heir of Blackthorne, Budding Necromancer.
David Dunn: Bartender, Home brewer, DIY enthusiast. Kennedy Greenborrough: Punk Rock Goth Girl with ever-changing hair colour and the ability to see ghosts.
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…
profits. This hotel was a prime example; despite being mired in this cesspool of a town, it was doing very well. She walked outside into the small courtyard behind the hotel. It had a small fountain that burbled quietly, and the stone walls made it seem like something out of another century, an effect enhanced by the bits of old statuary. She stopped near an old piece, a bust of a viking warrior set in between two overflowing flower planters. She reached out and touched its stone cheek with the back of her left hand.