Book Pluggage

My friend reannon's anthology of short horries is available on Amazon and from the publisher.

Setting Suns be its name.

Here's the text of the back cover:
BACK COVER:

A nightmarish funhouse turned deadly.

A couple trapped in a futile journey through time.

A single baleful eye watching from the deep.

An assassin waiting in a snow-covered tree.

A pair of soldiers trapped between death and something worse.

These are the tales and terrors of Elizabeth Donald, award-winning author of the Nocturnal Urges vampire mystery series. These stories and more are contained in this volume of terrifying twilight tales.

In that space between evening and nightfall, between consciousness and sleep, the moment when the light fades and the shadows take over…

These are the lands of the Setting Suns.

"Elizabeth Donald's prose has a flowing fluidity that draws the reader in like a rushing river. The stories in SETTING SUNS are imbued with a haunting lyricism, but frequently there are moments of pure terror that arrive like a devastating punch to the gut. Donald's is one of the strongest and freshest new genre voices out there."

-- Bryan Smith, author of "House of Blood"

Soon, it will no longer be the Call of Cthulhu that sends a chill down your spine, but the Call of Bunky! Oh, did I say that nickname out loud? Oops...

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Bah. I was less than enthused tonight when to remove one simple little fan, I had to dismantle just about damn near everything to get to it. Why was I < Enthused? Becawse I swipped and cut my fingaw, dat's why. In two places. Wait...three places on two fingers. Oh, the carnage!

The good news is that I have no extra parts layin' around.

Thoughts on House

Well, just one: Hah!

Saints du Jour

February 19th:
Saint Conrad. He died around 1351 AD He lived a happy wealthy life up until a hunting accident that culminated in him being responsible for setting the area on fire. He let some other poor schmoe take the heat for the crime until he confessed at the last minute. He lost everything after that, except his wife. They lived quiet lives helping the poor and sick. The last lines Englebert writes of Conrad is the best, however:
The austere life did not always shelter him from carnal temptations. Like his father, St. Francis, he had to roll among the thorns to drive them away. God gave him the gift of miracles. Today he is still invoked for the cure of hernia.

Hold up, Father Englebert. Tell us more about this carnal temptations and rolling among the thorns. Don't leave us hangin' here, Padre. But since Englebert isn't talking from the grave, i'll just sum up: St. Conrad takes the responsibility for a stupid hunting accident, confesses, loses his wealth, appears to live a saintly life give or take the random carnal temptation. Then again, when you lose all your wealth, what else can you do?

February 20th:
St. Eucherius. He seemed like a garden variety believer. No grandiose miracles. But, he did stand up to Charles Martel, who tried to drain the church coffers in France to fund his military plans. After pissing off the political world, he laid low in another town. No cool Martyrdom from this one. He died either in 738 or in 743. Take your pick.

All told, a slow day in Saints, folks.