Creature of the dark
Figure in the deepest night
A Christmas savior
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New short story available:
Description:
A vampire who uses his vampiric skills to bring joy to those in need during the holiday season.
Find it at these places:
Kindle for 99 cents:
I have the story on the two sites below, but they are waiting publication. I’m not sure it will ever work with Nook, I keep having issues there. Kobo is in the process of publishing it as I write. I’ll update once it becomes available on either site.
Nook for 99 cents
Kobo for 99 cents
The cool thing about this next one is that it is completely free. You can leave me a dollar tip if you want to, but that’s up to you. Read it here, enjoy it all you want at no cost.
Noise Trade: http://books.noisetrade.com/atothewr/a-vampire-at-christmas
If all goes according to plan. I hope to sell a few more books through these sites. I’m also looking at Apple as well. So, be on the lookout for other places besides Kindle to purchase and read my stories. Thanks for reading, thanks for following.
Excerpt from A Vampire at Christmas:
The tomb was silent. A large coffin, large enough to fit a human male of about six foot five, black in design, kind of rectangle, plain and basic, sat in one corner of this tomb. The floors of the tomb were made of a soft brown dirt. The walls and ceiling were made of grey concrete, streaked with dark spots of dampness. It smelled of must and of things closed up in a tight Earthly space. There was a large door that protected this vampire from the intrusions of the outside world. This door was solid thick granite, something only a vampire could move. Scattered on the walls were small pictures in gold frames. These pictures reflected a life of a vampire through the ages, a lot of ages to be exact. He had been alive for centuries, haunting, roaming the Earth like a ghost; but he never tired of his vampire existence. He loved it.
Today was a very special day for him, because today was December the 24th. It was almost Christmas in the mortal world. His favorite time of the year.
This vampire had put up a tree in one corner of this tomb, and found a way with his cunning ingenuity to have it light up and flash while he slept or admired it. The tree splashed its holiday colors, reds, greens, and blues all over the coffin and the drab surroundings of the room. There were no ornaments on this tree, no tinsel, no garland of any kind, just lights wrapped deep inside the evergreen. The coffin was decorated with thick silver tinsel, and it draped and wrapped itself around this orifice of death like a shiny snake, reflecting the light of the tree. This vampire dared not play Christmas music because he might draw attention to himself. People might discover his hiding place if they heard music playing up from somewhere deep in the Earth, no matter how far into the woods he had made his lair. The tree and the decorated coffin were more than enough to keep him in a Christmas mood.
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