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Monday, March 25, 2013

Author Interview - M.L. Ryan


Check out my review and a tour-wide giveaway HERE!

I'd like everyone to help me welcome the author of Special Offers, M.L. Ryan!

Thanks for stopping by to answer some questions today, M.L.! It's great to have you here!
Thanks for having me, I appreciate the opportunity to let your followers get to know me and my work better.


Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?  I prefer to write in the afternoon. Unfortunately, because of my day job, I seldom get to do that.  I usually write in the evening and on weekends. Sometimes I write at my desk, but my favorite spot is in the leather recliner I inherited from my dad.  Thank goodness for laptops!


Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
My hobbies include jewelry design, bird watching and playing soccer.  I also am trying to teach our two desert tortoises to fetch.  They aren’t very good at it, but the training fits in nicely with my busy schedule.  I can throw an object for them, then have breakfast, read the newspaper and take a shower before they’ve brought it back.

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover?  I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but I actually prefer to read eBooks.  I have a Kindle, and when I first got it, I was concerned that I would miss the feel of a real book.  Was I wrong!  I love almost everything about the eBook format — the ease of obtaining books, the ability to change the font size, having thousands of books crammed into one, compact device.  The one aspect that annoys me, however, is how traditional publishers charge the same amount for an eBook as for a print book.  Really?  What a rip-off.

What are three things you never leave the house without?  Clean underwear, lip gloss and some idea where I’m going.

Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?  Bits of many things in the book are based on real life — either something that happened to me, someone I know or something I heard about.  But nothing is exactly the way it actually occurred.  My warped imagination went to work to make things even more absurd than they really were.  For example, at one time I milked rats for nutritional research.  In the book, Hailey milks chinchilla for artisanal cheese. I figured no one in their right mind would ever buy rat-milk cheese.

Who is your favorite character from your book and why?  That’s like asking which of my children is my favorite.  Hailey is fun to write because she’s a smart-ass (much like myself, I should add) and strange things tend to happen to her.  I love Alex because he’s the kind of guy every woman should have in her life — considerate, devoted, intelligent and way hot.  Sebastian always makes me laugh.  He’s a real bastard sometimes but manages to make you like him despite yourself.

If a fairy godmother told you could be put into the world of your favorite book for 24 hours, which book would you pick and why?  This probably seems really cliché, but I’d love to be transported into Pride and Prejudice.  I’d like to tell Lizzie that she rocks.  And smack some sense into Lydia.

Favorite book from childhood?  The Enormous Egg by Oliver Butterworth.  I must have read it 20 times as a kid.  It’s about a boy who finds a very large egg in his family’s hen house.  It finally hatches into a Triceratops.

Do you have any pets?  Would you like to share pictures?  We have many pets:  Four cats, two dogs (Curly Coated Retrievers) and two desert tortoises.



Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?  There will always be some people who hate your work.  Don’t let that bother you.  But do listen to constructive criticism.  Often when you spend a lot of time writing, you lose perspective.  Someone reading it for the first time may have a fresh outlook that can be very helpful.


Have you ever gone out in public with your shirt on backwards, or your slippers on, and when realizing it, just said screw it?  Yes, but only after I’ve been screwing.

Speed Round:

The Twitter version: tell us about your book in 140 characters or less:  It’s about a woman who is possessed by man with magical powers from another dimension who was previously trapped in her Kindle.
Pen or pencil?  Pen, with purple ink.
Milk, white, or dark chocolate?  Dark.  Definitely dark.
Dogs or cats?  Both!  We have four cats and two dogs.  I think having both allows people to learn two of the most important life lessons  – dogs teach us the beauty of unconditional love while cats instruct us how to not show it under any circumstances.   
Pie or cake?  Cake, but only if it is chocolate.
Coffee or tea?  I like both, but only hot coffee and iced tea.
If you could have any superpower what would you choose?  Invisibility.  I’d like to be able to find out what people are really saying about me.

Thanks again for taking time to visit with us today and helping readers get to know you a little better!

Any time, this was fun!

Promo & Giveaway - Face the Music by Andrea K. Robbins

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Face the Music
Andrea K. Robbins
Publication Date: 6/14/2012
Genre: Contemporary
Age Group: New Adult

After losing her mother in a tragic accident, Allison Banks takes on the sole responsibility of caring for her little sister, her young niece, and her disabled grandmother. When her long-term boyfriend walks out, offering little in the way of explanation, Allison is left totally confused and utterly heartbroken. To cope, the 24-year-old closes herself off to any serious relationships and dives into her work as a graduate student.
Needing the extra income, Allison takes a job for the hot, new, reality TV show, Superstardom. Captivated by the competition’s front-runner, the mysterious and sexy singer, Chris Knots, Allison dismisses her attraction as nothing more than a silly, school-girl crush. But, when the hunky performer reveals an interest of his own, Allison must work through her reservations and decide if there’s room in her life for something more.



I felt as though I had swallowed a hundred butterflies when he leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and just existed- didn’t think,
didn’t worry, simply existed.

In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building. His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking as he held my
hands above my head. “Let me help uncomplicate things for you.”


Born and raised in eastern Missouri, Andrea K. Robbins is a graduate of the University of Missouri-Columbia and Idaho State University and hold degrees in Human Nutrition, Biological Sciences, and Secondary Education. She currently resides in southern Idaho with her husband and two young daughters and enjoys teaching Jr. and High School science and health classes at a local school district. Robbins is also working toward her Masters degree in Science Education through Montana State University. When not working, she can be found spending time with her family or getting lost in a sappy love story.
Where to find Andrea: 
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Cover Reveal: Hard As It Gets by Laura Kaye


I have another new cover to share with you all today - Hard As It Gets  by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laura Kaye. It's yummy!


Expected Publication date: November 26,  2013



Tall, dark, and lethal...

Trouble just walked into Nicholas Rixey's tattoo parlor. Becca Merritt is warm, sexy, wholesome-pure catnip to a very jaded Nick. He's left his military life behind to become co-owner of Hard Ink Tattoo, but Becca is his ex-commander's daughter. Loyalty won't let him turn her away. Lust has plenty to do with it too.

With her brother presumed kidnapped, Becca needs Nick. She just wasn't expecting to want him so much. As their investigation turns into all-out war with an organized crime ring, only Nick can protect her. And only Becca can heal the scars no one else sees.

Desire is the easy part. Love is as hard as it gets. Good thing Nick is always up for a challenge...

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of nearly a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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Sunday, March 24, 2013

[Blog Tour] Spotlight, Interview, & Giveaway - Tower of Obsidian by L.T. Getty





When Kale mac Tadhg is betrayed by his lord’s men, he is sent on an impossible quest: to slay a witch in a tower, and end a people’s curse. Both Kale’s best friend Aaron Smithson and former betrothed Aoife of Westgate set out to rescue him, but their journey takes them into the uncharted waters and Nordic colonies, to a land cursed and all but forgotten as they begin to realize that there is some truth to old legends. Kale’s rescue comes at a price – for by the time Aaron and Aoife know where to search, like so many before him, Kale becomes bound to the ancient tower’s fate.


Ms. Getty will be giving away 2-$25 Indigo Gift Cards to a random commenter, so leave some comment love for her!

L.T. Getty obtained her degree in English from the University of Winnipeg , and has studied creative writing both there and at the Canadian Mennonite University.. She is an open-water scuba diver, has studied kendo, and currently works as a paramedic.

Welcome to Phantasmic Reads, L.T.!  I appreciate you stopping by today to answer some questions!

Tell us a bit about yourself (something that's not in your bio):
Alright – I’m never very good with this sort of stuff, but in essence I’m a fantasy writer named after a Star Wars character (really). I like the films, but don’t ask me any trivia, I will disappoint. I like dogs, like to dabble with drawing, and Tower of Obsidian is the seventh novel I wrote, and the first one that got accepted by a publisher (the first publisher who got to look at it, at that!)


What's it like being a paramedic? Scary? Exhilarating?
When I first started, I was petrified – excited, but scared of doing anything wrong.  I’m a bit of a perfectionist, so I guess that’s to be expected when you’re just starting out. I’ve settled into the job now and I got a pretty level head in hairy situations, so I guess the short answer is that the honeymoon is over – I love my job because I wanted to do something with my life that was beneficial to people, so the biggest high I get out of it is at the end of the day, knowing I’ve helped someone.

How long have you been scuba diving?  
I got my certification ten years ago. I honestly haven’t done as much scuba as I wanted to in the last few years – I’m planning a vacation soon though. It took longer then expected to go through school and get a job with disposable income!

What's the coolest/most interesting thing you've seen while diving?
There’s a ton of lakes around here, but they’re for the most part muddy and there’s not a lot to see – I am planning a vacation to somewhere a little more scenic though. I guess the short answer would be an old toilet, but the diving instructors did that intentionally for the dive teams to landmark.

Do you have an interesting writing quirk? What is it?
I don’t know if it’s a quirk, but I like to listen to music when I write – mostly instrumental music. I usually put on a mix from videogames and movie soundtracks from youtube, but I’m one of those people who purchase ‘epic soundtracks’ from itunes.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?
I’m pretty flexible as to when and where I write – I have no set schedule, I just have a general plan of ‘get it done’. In terms of preferences though – I like it when I can wake up, do a workout and then bang off a scene or two over tea. I’m also one of those writers who are constantly getting up and stretching. I work quick, then go recharge.

Do you have any pet peeves?  If so, what are they?
I think this is pretty normal – I don’t like it when people try to exert power over other people – usually this is in the public service industry, but I used to be a waitress, so I get annoyed really quickly when someone’s being rude to someone who can’t really fight back. One of the nice things about my job is that I’m expected to be assertive, so people I know are more accepting of me speaking up now.

What's your guilty pleasure?
Bookstores. And puppies.

What do you like to do when you're not writing?
When I can, I like to sneak away and go hiking – I love being outdoors in nice weather and I prefer being at an outdoor beach or pool then one inside. I usually stick to a workout regime for a minimum of an hour a day, but if I can bike or walk usually I will.

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
I wouldn’t say unique – I like to draw and paint, but I never seem to have enough time to really get good at either. I keep saying I’m going to take up windsurfing, but it’s one of those hobbies that I’m probably going to need a bigger vehicle to lug my board around. Soon, I hope!

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover? Why?
Even though I really like reading off my kobo, my preference is still paperbacks. The kobo is great because I’m going to need more shelves for books soon. Hopefully I’ll save up for a down payment on a house in the next year, so I can build a formal library, but I’m still in transition.

What are you currently reading, or what did you recently finish?
Right now I’m reading Neuromancer by William Gibson.

Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?
When the pager goes off, I’m a person who doesn’t get to see their bed. Seriously though – I usually wake up with more then enough time to make and enjoy breakfast in the morning, so unless we get sent out, my bed’s made.

What are three things you never leave the house without?
Keys, driver’s license, and a sketchpad with pencil.

Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?
It’s mostly imagination. I was kind of in a depressed place when I came up with the premise of the plot and I was addressing some real issues, but I can’t say there’s a smidgeon of autobiography in there. I was heavily influenced by mythology, though.

Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
Only picking one – Niyati. Unlike a lot of contemporary fantasy writers, I’ve got more of a black and white world view, so writing a neutral character was a nice change for me. When I was crafting the world, one of my rules in writing Tower of Obsidian was that I was trying to write a story where I would write about strong female characters without resorting to turning any of them into warriors – but when I got to the tower I knew I had to make one. I don’t know if I can talk about her much without spoiling the story, so I’ll leave it at that.

How about your least favorite character?  What makes them less appealing to you?
This is probably going to surprise a lot of people, but Kale. One of the things that bothered me about historical fiction was when writers projected our (more-or-less) progressive views on historical people – for example, do I have any problem with a 10th Irish man raised in a devout setting being an atheist? No – do I have a problem with him being an atheist, well-educated, always right about the situation, and waxing rhetorical on views that we would find acceptable today? I’m more forgiving if it’s a historical person or we have documents on people being like this, but I find it a stretch if that isn’t there.  The hardest part about this is giving someone a realistic worldview for that time, and not making them come across like a bigoted jerk (even though they probably were, but bear with me).

So I set out with this novel to make my characters more or less acceptable members of their societies, quietly critiquing some of their views. Even though I use elements of the all the seven classic plots, Tower of Obsidian is, at its core, based off The Love Story (Celtic Tragedy if you wanna get specific), and Kale and Aoife were designed to be, in what a normal story would be, the attractive alpha-couple whose love is epic and pure – anyone who opposes them and gets in their way is evil – but this isn’t a story about them, even though I kind of lead readers on a bit. I think Aoife will be more of a base-breaker then Kale, but we’ll see.

Which character speaks the loudest, to you? Do any of them clamor to be heard over the others?
One thing that I learned about writing is that the character you start with isn’t necessarily the character you end up with – the character I’ve heard the most positive things about in the novel was one of the villains, by the name of Skolvane. Now, without giving too much away, Skolvane is Aurore’s ex who has been hopelessly in love with (at?) her for the past few millennia while she won’t come out of her tower. He’s possessive, cruel, but at the same time, chivalrous and noble. While I wrote Aurore to be interpreted in numerous ways, I found I needed to be more concrete with Skolvane – even if the reader sympathizes with him over Aurore, they can’t deny the guy is maybe going about things the wrong way. He was fun to write.

What are some of your favorite books? Do you still have much time to read?
I make time to read – in theory, I could probably write a lot more if I didn’t read so much, but I learn a lot about writing from reading.

My current favorite book is Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis – a retelling of Cupid and Psyche, told from the perspective of Psyche’s sister. It’s about possessive love told from the perspective of an unreliable narrator, and it’s done in the styling of how Christian values could be seen in a pagan culture. Highly recommended, but only if you’re familiar with the story; if you’re not, go read The Golden Ass by Apuleius. It’s a novella within a novel.

Other favorite books – wow, there’s a lot – how about I mention some great authors? I recently discovered Octavia E. Butler last year – I’ve only read Kindred and Wildseed so far, but I highly recommend both. Guy Gavriel writes amazing historical fantasy novels, so recommended reads are Under Heaven, Tigiana, and The Lions of Al-Rassan.
If a fairy godmother told you could be put into the world of your favorite book for 24 hours, which book would you pick and why?
Narnia – I’d probably get kicked out for bad behavior after about 90 minutes, but I’d make my time count! It would mostly be me egging on Reepicheep to go beat up horrific monsters. I’d be all like, “Are you a man or a mouse? Get in there!” There’s probably a reason you get kicked out of Narnia when you get too old…

If you could have dinner with any three authors, who would you choose and why?
How about Homer, Apuleius and Ovid? Huh, maybe I should pick some authors who can speak English…

How do you get past writer’s block or distractions like the internet?
I make small goals and work towards them. It’s not realistic for me to write a book in a week, but I keep focused on what I want to accomplish and work towards it in blocks. Sometimes, it’s time (I have one hour, let’s write) other times, it’s word count (I’ll write 500 words and then go do a workout) and I usually research things as I think about them on the internet unless I need to go somewhere else. Does the internet cause distractions? Absolutely – I find that I’m a bit of a hoarder with my time though, so it’s not hard for me to realize I’m screwing around and get back on track.

Favorite book from childhood?
This is going to be a strange answer – my favorite author when I was in grade school was Edgar Rice Burroughs. I guess the answer to this one would be his Barsoom Series! The Synthetic Men of Mars and A Fighting Man of Mars in particular were my favorites.

Do you ever write in your PJ’s?
Not really. I seldom hang out in my jammies, even when I’m sick I usually put on dayclothes. I find my jeans comfy, I guess.

Do you have any pets?  Got pictures you'd like to share?
Not really – I’d like to get a dog again. Soon, I hope.

Name a place you'd love to visit someday?
I’d like to make it to the Australian Coast and Scuba the Great Barrier Reef.

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?
There’s going to be a lot of people saying you can’t do it or you shouldn’t – my advice is write what appeals to you, and don’t get discouraged. You don’t need to take classes – don’t get me wrong, they help – what you do need is the time and space to write. An important lesson I learned is that writing is like working from home – everyone will assume you have time and aren’t doing anything important – get yourself in a position where you can write. I’m a flexible ‘do it when I can’ person, but I also regularly produce a novel per year and a handful of short stories, most people need more of a schedule, but you decide what works for you. Other then that – once you have a completed novel, make a little spreadsheet where you’re sending it, and then start work on the next one. I find I don’t worry about where things are because I usually have 2 or 3 things out at a time, so I just focus on the task at hand. And rejections? Don’t take them personally.

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Have you ever gone out in public with your shirt on backwards, or your slippers on, and when realizing it, just said screw it?
Heh, no – if I’m having a bad hair day, the hair goes in a ballcap though.

Speed Round:
The Twitter version: tell us about your book in 140 characters or less:
Tower of Obsidian is about a mythic princess who refused to be rescued, and so her people cursed her. She remains all but forgotten in our world.
Pen or pencil?
Pencil
Milk, white, or dark chocolate?
Dark
Dogs or cats?
Dogs
Pie or cake?
CAKE! I’d like some Dark Forest actually.
Plotter or pantser?
Pantser.
Coffee or tea?
Tea tea tea tea tea! I love me my fancy teas. I’m currently enjoying a cup of Coco-Lemon Thai.
Favorite Muppet?
Miss Piggy
If you could have any superpower what would you choose?
Flight!

I'd like to thank you again for visiting with me, L.T.  It was great getting to know you a little better, and it was a pleasure to have you here.  :)  I wish you the best with whatever you tackle next!
Thank you for having me!

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Spotlight & Excerpt - Rogue Oracle by Alayna Williams





ROGUE ORACLE
Delphic Oracle #2
Pocket Juno Books
Mass Market Paperback, $7.99
ISBN 978-1439182819 
Feb. 22, 2011

Alayna Williams writes with power and poetry, combining old mythos with complete ass-kickery. You don’t want to miss this series.”
-National bestselling author Ann Aguirre

The more you know about the future, the more there may be to fear.

Tara Sheridan is the best criminal profiler around - and the most unconventional. Trained as a forensic psychologist, Tara also specializes in Tarot card reading. But she doesn't need her divination skills to realize that the new assignment from her friend and sometime lover, Agent Harry Li, is a dangerous proposition in every way.

Former Cold War operatives, all linked to a top-secret operation tracking the disposal of nuclear weapons in Russia, are disappearing. There are no bodies, and no clues to their whereabouts. Harry suspects a conspiracy to sell arms to the highest bidder. The cards - and Tara's increasingly ominous dreams - suggest something darker. Even as Tara sorts through her feelings for Harry and her fractured relationships with the mysterious order known as Delphi's Daughters, a killer is growing more ruthless by the day. And a nightmare that began decades ago in Chernobyl will reach a terrifying endgame that not even Tara could have foreseen…




Alayna Williams
has an MA in sociology-criminology (research interests: fear of crime and victimology) and a BA in criminology. She has worked in and around criminal justice since 1997. Although she does read Tarot cards, she's never used them in criminal profiling or to locate lost scientists. She recently took up astronomy, but for the most part her primary role in studying constellations and dark matter is to follow her amateur astronomer-husband around central Ohio toting the telescope tripod and various lenses. Like the Pythia in Dark Oracle, she's been known to belly dance. Unlike the Pythia she'd never consider herself a professional

Writing as Laura Bickle, she's the author of EMBERS and SPARKS for Pocket - Juno Books. Writing as Alayna Williams, she's the author of DARK ORACLE and ROGUE ORACLE.

More info on her urban fantasy and general nerdiness is here: http://www.salamanderstales.com/


Laura/ Alayna’s blogs

She’s a proud member of Word Whores.
And Twitter...@Laura_Bickle
Sparky the fire salamander from EMBERS and SPARKS has his own Twitter account, @SparkySalamandr


Excerpt from Rogue Oracle
Chapter 1
He’d do anything to hear those voices again. 

Galen’s head was too silent. The other voices in his head had drained away, leaving him alone. He pressed his cold hands over his ears so that he could hear his own blood and breath thundering, like the ocean in a shell. It was a bit less like being alone. He peered into the darkness, waiting. Waiting for the next voice to fill his thoughts and his dreams. 

Through the pulse of his hands, he could hear the whir of an air conditioner and the creak of roof beams cooling overhead as sunlight drained from the day. The orange strip of light shining underneath the closet door thinned and faded. Galen brought his knees up against his chest, and a dress brushed against his cheek. The jasmine scent of his quarry’s perfume on his clothes mingled with the smell of shoe leather.

A car crunched in the driveway, followed by footfalls and the rattle of a key in the lock downstairs. Keys and purse jangled as they were cast on a hall table, and he heard the thunk of shoes being kicked off on the slate tiles of the entryway. The shuffle of mail sounded like a deck of playing cards. 

Galen’s breath quickened, and he dug his fingertips into his close-cropped hairline. Not long. Not long, now. 

Stocking feet padded into the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open, close. A microwave whirred, and a bell chimed. Galen’s nose wrinkled. Reheated rubber chicken from a trendy bistro, with tomato sauce. A television droned, comforting voices rising up through the floor. He leaned his head back against the wall of the closet. The television voices nattered on about Middle East peace talks, of a terrorism suspect captured, of the latest results from a television game show. 

A fork clattered in the kitchen’s stainless-steel sink. The television turned off, plunging the house into false silence. Footsteps climbed the stairs to the second floor. Galen could hear the polyester zing of stockings on the plush carpet as his quarry walked past the closet. Light spilled under the closet door. 

He held his breath.

The footsteps swished into the bathroom, opened the bathtub tap. Pipes creaked behind the closet wall. Galen smelled bath salts and citrus soap, heard the squeak of flesh against the bottom of the enameled tub. A shampoo bottle belched its last quantity of soap before it was tossed away into a trash can.

Elbows resting on his knees, Galen waited. 

Like the rest of his quarry, he’d never met her. This one’s name was Lena. He’d only been led to her by the memories of others. Those memories burned bright in his mind for a few weeks and faded quickly, like a bruise. They left behind vacant space, space meant to occupy another. And another. His last victim, Carl, had remembered Lena. Through Carl’s eyes, Galen had seen Lena in all her fearless beauty: Lena, walking across Red Square with her lustrous dark hair covered by a scarf. Lena, dressed in a gown with a plunging neckline, her throat glittering with jewels…paste jewels that contained smuggled microchips in the settings. Lena, methodically taking apart a gun in a hotel room and wiping it clean of prints. 

If he’d ever really bothered to admit it to himself, Lena had been the love of Carl’s life. Carl may not have seen it, but when Galen had taken possession of Carl’s memories, he could see it. Carl’s memories were twenty years old. But Galen wanted to see Lena, as Carl had. Though Carl’s voice had stopped ringing in Galen’s head, some of that feeling remained. Carl, the old spy, had carried a torch for Lena, right up until the time Galen had killed him. 

The light under the closet door winked out. Galen heard Lena pull back the bedspread and climb into bed. He heard her punch the pillows and rearrange the covers. After a half-hour, all Galen could hear was the soft hiss of her breathing, moving in time his own breath echoing in his ears. 

Galen nudged the closet door open. His muscles creaked as he unfolded his lanky frame. He caught his breath, certain that Lena could hear it. But the form stretched on its side in the bed didn’t move. 

Galen approached the bed. Dim light from the street filtered through the curtains, illuminating Lena’s features. Age had softened her face, sketching lines that hadn’t existed in Carl’s memory. Her dark hair was streaked with silver, brushed over a shoulder that was rounder than Carl remembered. Her right hand curled loosely over the pillow, and a ring glittered behind a swollen joint. Galen recognized it: it was one that Carl had given her, many years ago. 

Galen peeled back a corner of the covers and slipped into the bed behind Lena. His arms wrapped around her waist and mouth, ripping her nightgown. Lena awoke with a jerk, struggling against him. She howled and bit the hand around her mouth, drawing blood.


Galen could hear her. He could hear her swearing at him, screaming. The scream muffled as he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed. He felt his fingers shattering the delicate hyoid bone in her throat, dig deeper, into her flesh. His own skin had grown porous and elastic, fingers reaching up into her jaw. Lena’s eyes rolled back in panic. She wheezed as Galen pressed his chest to her back. He could feel her warm flesh against his cold body, felt the cells in his skin growing plastic, reaching out. One of Lena’s white teeth glinted in his thumb. It disappeared as his hand lost its shape, flowed into her mouth. In his other hand, he could feel his fingers splitting apart Lena’s ribs, feeling the fluttering of her heart like a sparrow in a cage. His hand unfolded and fused with her heart, and he could feel his pulse pumping in time with hers.


Trapped in his embrace, Galen heard Lena whimper as she became part of him, melting into his flesh. He could feel her disintegrating, her skin losing surface tension as his body began its parasitic devouring of every bit of vessel and cell, like a snake digesting its prey. But this digestion was external: a slow dissolving of Lena’s body. Galen was conscious of Lena’s elbow somewhere near his lung, of her fingers wound around his ribs.


And he could hear her. The whisper of Lena’s memories suffused his head, like Carl’s had. 

Whispers tumbled over each other, shards of memory cutting deep in his head where they intersected with Carl’s fading thoughts.

Galen smiled. 

He wouldn’t be alone…for as long as Lena’s voice lasted. Afterward, just as Carl’s memories led Galen to her, Lena’s secrets would lead him to others.