We have all kinds of goodies. There will be film clips, music, story fragments, and pictures. So let's kick off with some classics.
Clip of the Day
Sounds of the Season
Sunday Treat!
If you would like a copy of The Love That Never Dies, leave an e-mail in the screened comments below. (I will unscreen general comments)
Blurb: Thousands of books have been written about love and sex between humans and werewolves, vampires, aliens, shapeshifters, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures. But, what about the real, honest, and alluringly bizarre world of the undead. Not just zombies - though a few are stumbling through this anthology - not just the once-alive - but also the differently-living? In these pages you'll discover things shambling out of tombs, existing on whole new plains of existence, and more. In the hands, and minds, of these deeply talented and wonderful writers nothing will be quite what it appears. Buckle yourself in and get ready for a ride will of unexpected twists and turns, where your libido and desires may go in one direction while your brain - screaming all the time "No no no no no no!" - goes the opposite.
Excerpt from my story "Between Despair and Ecstasy":
The Seed of the Serpent grew strong in the land and the Sons of Adam cried out to the LORD for they were sore afflicted by those who hunted the night.
The LORD heard their cries and called his angels to him, saying unto them, "Go now to the daughters of men that you find fairest. For my people are pursued and devoured by the Serpents. Go and give my people undying champions to hunt those who would destroy them. The sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all they chose. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown, for they stood against the Seed of the Serpent.
"What a load of arrant horseshit." Marcus muttered as he stepped to the next track of the CD in his player. He had heard the Undyings' version of the Creation Myth a number of times in training, and more on instructional CDs like this. The Council demanded that all materials start with the story, just to remind the Immortals, and their human servants like Marcus, that they were special snowflakes. Most Immortals believed it. Marcus had simply held his tongue all through the long years of his training.
Finally, the voice came back. "Hello, Marcus. You have been assigned to attend to Samil. You have access to his dossier. We need you to provide all standard services, as well as frequent reports. Samil is three thousand years old and needs closer monitoring than younger Immortals. He is one of the oldest still in the field. We have every confidence in you. Ihulim levaviim!" Good wishes expressed, the CD ended. He read the dossier the rest of the ride.
The taxi pulled up in front of an ordinary-looking house. Clean and crisp with a small valise at his feet, Marcus rang the bell and Samil benAriel opened the door. There was no invitation to enter, but Marcus knew better than to expect one. Undying never invited anyone into a dwelling. He stepped over the threshold with the assurance of a man entering the last place he would ever live.
Double Dozen Pics of the Day, hosted by Bela Lugosi as Jesus. (this is from 1909)
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