Okay, as promised, here is where books 1 and 2 can be found. Now edited to include book 3 and a full Arc 1 set! Book 5: Apparition:, is now available for sale!

Visions
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Retribution
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Destruction
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Arc 1 (Books 1-3 in one volume)
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Deception
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Apparition

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Random Fear-Related Story

Posted: February 21, 2018 in Uncategorized

So, this was inspired by a few posts about animal-related fears. I found myself thinking of Ivy’s fear of snakes. And her fear of clowns. And her normal reaction to both. This story’s…not the most ridiculous thing I’ve written *looks to the 2 prompt-related stories I’ve yet to finish…wait, make that 3*. But here it is anyway.

 

It was supposed to be one of those nights. A calm, normal, downright boring night. Ivy would have preferred that. Okay, so it probably wouldn’t have been as boring, given that it was a date night. She and Travis were on their way to their destination, a restaurant with an all-you-can-eat buffet. This place tended to have excellent drinks (and Travis saw “all-you-can-eat” as a challenge), so that covered both of their criteria.

 

Once more, it was supposed to be a calm night. What they hadn’t expected was to be mugged. Yes, they’d taken a shortcut down a dark alley, but it was generally common knowledge that Ivy was not to be trifled with. Of course, that may have been negated somewhat by Travis’ reputation. Many saw him to be an easy target, after he’d been taken to laboratory after laboratory, experimented on, victimized by the worst serial killer the city of Hell Bent had ever seen…Why wouldn’t some rando take a shot at him?

 

“Just empty your pockets, and I’ll leave you alone,” their mugger said from behind them.

 

Huh. No footsteps. Though something smelled a little odd…

 

The pair turned, facing him. Travis rolled his eyes as he recognized him, while Ivy’s own eye started twitching a bit. The man had the upper body of a normal human…save for the eyes. Those had slitted, snake-like pupils. His lower body didn’t make matters any better, a long scaly tail situated where his legs should’ve been. And they really should’ve been there.

 

“…Mind fucking off, Sherman?” Travis asked, arms crossed as he stepped toward him.. “We’re not handing anything over.”

 

Ivy’s hand had already flown to the hilt of the sword she had on her back, and she was getting into an attack-friendly position. She’s never liked snakes. In fact, she’d always hated them. She couldn’t quite place why they unnerved her so. But the only reason that this guy was still breathing was that Travis was trying to defuse the situation. Or make it worse. Either way, he was in her way and she had no intention of hurting him. Sure, he’d regenerate, but he didn’t want to use that ability unless he had to.

 

‘Trav, move outta the way,’ she thought toward him.

 

‘I’ve got this,’ he thought back.

 

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand whatever money you’ve got over…” Sherman hissed.

 

Travis narrowed his eyes, tail flicking. “Again, not happenin’. And if you don’t leave us the fuck alone, you’re gonna find yourself in the hospital. And that’s if Ivy’s feeling nice.”

 

‘Well, that was probably the wrong thing to say!’ Travis thought to himself as the thick tail darted toward the half-monkey, coiling around him. He screeched in surprise. At that exact same time, Ivy had her sword drawn, eyes glowing as she stared Sherman down.

 

“Let him go…” she demanded, managing to keep most of the shakiness from her voice.

 

“Or, you can hand over your cash, and maybe that sword, and I won’t snap your pet’s neck.”

 

Travis sighed. “Why do you think I’m her ‘pet’, dude? Seriously, the stuff we do? NOT something someone should be doing with their pets, if you get my meaning…”

 

Sherman reached out with a human hand, squeezing his neck for a moment.

 

“You heard me, lady. Hand over the—“

 

Welp. On the one hand, he got her sword. On the other, he got that sword blade-first, right in one of the coils. He lost his grip on Travis right away, the half-monkey scrambling back toward Ivy and ducking behind the woman (despite having 8 inches and a good 60 pounds on her).

 

She reached out with her powers, yanking the blade back to herself and cleaning it off on a pant leg.

 

“I’m feeling nice today. Fuck off, before I change my mind,” she growled at Sherman.

 

He was bleeding and glared at her, before slithering toward the hospital. Once he was out of earshot, Ivy re-sheathed her sword and hugged Travis, shaking a bit.

 

“You okay?” he asked, returning the hug.

 

“Hesitation means death…hesitation means death…why did I fucking hesitate…?” she muttered. “Shoulda stabbed him before he could grab you…”

 

Travis held her a bit longer. “I don’t care that you hesitated. The main thing I care about is that you’re okay. Okay?”

 

She nodded. “I’ll be fine…still hungry?”

 

“Still need alcohol?”

 

She chuckled, as they broke off the hug and continued on their way. This time, they stayed more in a well-lit area, with the hopes of avoiding another such incident.

 

Of course, Travis’ luck being what it was guaranteed that they were probably bound for more trouble.

 

And that trouble came in the form of a tiny, brightly-colored car. Sinister calliope music filled the air. Well, to most it would be regular calliope music. To Ivy, however…

 

“Travis. Behind me. Now,” she commanded, eyes and hands glowing. “I have no idea how many of them are in there…”

 

Travis stepped behind her, as the car inched to a stop. And that was when the clowns piled out of there. Five of them. And before one of them, the one with the huge bright red wig and matching nose, could utter a syllable, a blast of telekinetic energy knocked him off of his oversized feet.

 

She had attacked a second one before the other three scrambled out of the way. Ivy was vaguely aware of the hand on her arm.

 

“Ivy, I don’t think they’re here to attack you,” Travis said.

 

And that was when one of those left standing pulled out a large bowling pin, banging it into the palm of his hand.

 

“ATTACK!” he called, with the sort of voice that indicated a great deal of helium use.

 

The three clowns charged at her, one of the other two armed with a rubber chicken and the other with an oversized hammer. A squeaky oversized hammer. She charged at them with a roar, sending more blasts of psychic energy at them. And Travis stood back and watched, arms crossed. He didn’t notice the slithering behind him. Not until the tail curled around him again. And it was bleeding.

 

“…Aw, come, ON!” he grumbled, trying to get out of his grip.

 

Ivy was in the middle of her fight with the clowns, still. She’d gotten them down to two. She dodged the chicken, bringing out her sword and slicing it in half. One of the remaining clowns disarmed, he ran away, shoes squeaking as he made his escape. The other two saw a mailbox being lifted from the ground by that same turquoise glow that was bound to haunt their nightmares, and saw that as their cue to retreat.

 

“Start the car, START THE CAR!” one of them called as they both piled into the clown car.

 

“I’M TRYING!”

 

The car was started just in time to be lifted up by that telekinetic energy, after which point it was airborne. And what’s more, it smashed Sherman in the face, causing him to drop Travis. The half-monkey again rushed toward Ivy, the two moving quickly from the scene.

 

“The hell was that?” he asked.

 

“The reason I drink, I’d say.”

 

“I thought that was for medical reasons.”

 

“Can’t it be both, Trav? Please, can’t it just be both?”

 

“…Fair enough.”

Hey, all! Welcome to another interview. This time, Travis spoke with Luthor McAlester, the main character in C.J. Rose’s “Generation Chronicles”.

As he strode through Belmont Park, Travis knew that his first priority should have been the interview. The monkey/human hybrid had, however, been distracted by food. And so, he was killing two birds with one stone for now: seeking out his interviewee and figuring out where to get a snack first. His long red hair was pulled into a braid for today, so he’d have less of a chance of tripping over it. There was still a chance of that, of course. It was just lessened. His tail twitched as he looked around the park for one Luthor McAlester.

 

Luthor sat quietly under an old oak tree right at the edge of the water. With one of his father’s journals in his hand, he contemplated his next move. Now that he was home from Olympus, there would be questions from some of the people at school, and in the building. The biggest issue he had now was whether or not to go on like nothing ever happened or embrace his heritage and do more with his life.

 

A sudden rustling caught his ear over the sound of th carousel ride not far from him. He looked up to find a creature unlike anything he had ever seen. Normally he would be frightened, but now he is only intrigued. He nods to the creature and goes back to his thoughts.

 

The half-monkey looked at him. “Your name Luthor, by any chance?” he asked, his tail giving another twitch. “And if so, would you be up for an interview?”

 

Luthor’s attention drew from the water back to the creature. “Yes, I’m Luthor.” he turned his gaze back to the water. “Why do you want an interview with me?”

 

Travis shrugged. “It’s part of a blog I’m involved with, and your life sounded fascinating, and holy hell, that sounded creepy…”  He cleared his throat. “Anyway…feel like talking about it?”

 

“This blog of yours…” Luthor paused, “How do I know it is real? How do I know you are not some figment of my imagination?” He stood up to face the creature in front of him. “Your name?”

 

“Name’s Travis,” he replied. “And I’m pretty sure you didn’t imagine me. The writer I kinda work for would probably go ballistic if that were the case.” He tried to think of how to continue without either sounding insane or bringing up a whole bunch of existential concepts that might screw with someone’s mind. “But yeah, I promise I’m not a figment of your imagination, and there are a number of labs back home that will back me up on that.”

 

“What are you anyway?” Luthor questioned Travis as he turned to face the ferris wheel in the distance.

 

He was almost tempted to give a reply of “Freaking adorable, if you ask my girlfriend” but held back on that one. Instead, he went with the straight answer. “I’m a genetic experiment, pretty much. So, first question…I’ve heard a little bit about your heritage and all. Is there anything you’d like to tell the readers about it?”

 

“There isn’t a lot to tell, at least not right now. The most that I know of I learned from my father’s journals. My great grandfather was from Scotland. He immigrated to Ireland when he was just about 18. It was a hard life for him on his own, but he made it pretty far. Until fate happened.” Luthor stopped there, not wanting to get into to many details about Hera quite yet.

 

“Yeah, fate’s brought about a lot of crazy things…” Travis replied, nodding slightly. “How would you say your life has been in general?”

 

He was eyeing the tree somewhat, resisting the urge to climb it right now. There was a time and a place for everything, and now didn’t feel like the best time.

 

Luthor thought for a minute…”Before I tell you my life story, I need to know what kind of readers are going to see this Blog of yours. There are some things I have been through that the normal mind could not contemplate.”

 

Travis paused for a moment. Alrighty, here it went. It was time to bring in a lesson that would probably blow some people’s minds…

 

“What if I were to tell you that you’re the main character in a book? Possibly a series of books?” he asked.

 

“So are you telling me that the life I have been living is something that someone came up with in their head? Hmm. Interesting.” Luthor laughed to himself. “That would explain a lot.” He turned away from Travis and began to walk along the pier. “You coming?”

 

Travis walked with him. “Pretty much. Anyway, the type of readers that’d check this out are some that’d probably be interested in learning about whatever you end up going through.”

 

“Gotcha. Well, it is hard to explain really. I thought I was a normal teenage boy going to a normal high school, hanging out with a normal best friend. No one ever imagines that their life changes in one split second. At first it was hard to deal with, knowing that my whole life had been a lie. I could be angry with my mother and father for not telling my about my destiny, but I understand that they did it just to protect me. After my trip to Olympus, I am slowly starting to get used to the idea of being a Traveler. It is getting used to Gwen… that’s my best friend by the way; being my guardian.” Luthor stopped walking long enough to glance at Travis, waiting to hear his response.

 

“Yeah, I could definitely see that taking some getting used to,” Travis replied, thinking a bit on what his life was like at 18 and shivering at the thought. “The whole destiny thing in general’s probably kinda weird to think about. So, how would you describe being a Traveler?”

 

Luthor contemplated on how to explain being a Traveler to Travis. “Imagine you are someone who has the power to help anyone, at anytime, in any era. That is what being a Traveler is. The only difference is, I do not have the choice to go on my own. I cannot just up and pick somewhere to go. I have to be called on by the person who is in need of my help. They have the ability to pull me into whatever time period that they want. From there, I find the issue, find the solution, possible fight some evil, and save the day. I do not do it all on my own though. On my first trip, I had the help of some of the most well known Greek Gods and the resources of old journals and and Gwen’s grandmother.”

 

“On the one hand, that sounds awesome. On the other, it also feels like it’d be a lot to deal with,” said Travis, soon just taking to walking on his knuckles as opposed to the bipedal gait he’d been using. “How stressful would you say it is for you, if at all?”

 

“In the beginning is was pretty stressful. It was a lot to get used to and a lot to learn. It took me a while to learn to control my temper and subdue my need to walk away from it all.”

 

“Well, sticking with it sounds like the way to go. As someone that’s needed help way too many times to count, that kind of work is definitely appreciated,” he said. “Backtracking a bit, you mentioned that your best friend is your guardian. I’m just kinda curious…what’s that mean, exactly?”

 

“Her family and others are described as the keepers of knowledge. They have a lot of pull in the community without anyone knowing who they really are. To be honest, I do not even know who they really are. As for Gwen herself, she has her own special powers. When she touches things, she can see the past. It is not always something that she can control, but it can come in helpful I’m sure. She is also a pretty good fighter. She doesn’t really use a sword like I do. She prefers a bow and arrow.” Luthor’s eyes began to distance themselves at the thought of Gwen.

 

“Sounds like a good person to have at your side,” he said. “Between the abilities and being able to go for a more ranged attack as opposed to melee…pretty good balance, there. What would you say is the most intense thing to have happened as a Traveler so far?”  

 

“Well, since you say I am a part of a book, I do not want to give too much away, but I would say the worst part of my adventure so far was the thought of losing Gwen for good at the hands of an evil torturer.” Luthor’s face began to grow angry at the thought.

 

Travis was soon back at his full height again, gently putting a hand on Luthor’s shoulder. “Out of anything here, that’s one I know ALL too well,” he said. Though in his case, it was his brother-in-law. “Both of you are okay though, right?”

 

“Oh yeah, we came out of my last endeavor stronger than ever. I love her all the more for it too. She is the best part of me.” Luthor began to blush.

 

Travis stepped away for a moment, but grinned somewhat. He did, however, decide not to tease him over the blushing. “Cool, cool. Hoping things work out for you two, in that case. So, second to last question…is there anything that you regret above all else?”

 

“I think the one thing I learn out of everything I have experienced so far is that is you regret something, then you didn’t learn from it. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t regret anything.” Luthor concluded the sentence firmly.

 

Trav nodded in response. “Fair enough. I know a few people that could probably benefit from that one. Alrighty, last one. Is there anything you’re looking forward to in the future?”

 

“I can’t wait to see where my next adventure takes me. In the meantime, I need to concentrate on finishing high school. I won’t be much of a Traveler is I fail at my education.” Luthor laughed.

 

“In that case, best of luck with school and the Traveler thing. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me, too,” Travis said, his tail flicking somewhat. “Hug or handshake?”

 

“I think a handshake will do just fine. Then you can go climb that tree you’ve been eyeing this whole time.” Luthor chuckled.

 

“That’ll probably be after I grab some food,” Travis admitted, going to shake his hand. “And thanks again!”

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Here we go with another interview! This time, Travis got the opportunity to speak with Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins’ character Ashling.

Trav re-pocketed his phone, having reassured his brother-in-law that he knew what he was doing, he wouldn’t get lost in a park, and that he’d be back soon. There was some sort of conference going on or whatever (Travis hadn’t quite paid attention), but he knew that Spencer was going to attend that, and he’d tagged along to do another interview. Looking at his notepad, he saw that the newest interviewee was someone by the name of Ashling. His tail drooped a bit, as he tried to think of what this Ashling looked like.

 

An average person who didn’t know better would think a crow was flying to a nearby branch with a butterfly clinging to its head. A keener, more well-informed observer, especially in the right light, would know that in fact, the crow was ridden by a pixie, her Cosmopolitan Butterfly-esque wings tattered and torn.

“Caw.”

“You sure that’s him, Count?”

“Caw.”

 

Jumping slightly, Travis looked in the crow’s direction. After which point he made his way up the tree, making sure not to get too close to that particular branch.

 

“Hey. Ashling, right?” the monkey-human hybrid asked.

 

“That’s me! This is the Count. Thanks for agreeing to do this. It’s good to get the real information out there; when you leave things to rumor, you end up with sudden attacks by redcaps with spiked bats on a human playground.”

 

He blinked. “Okay, then I guess that brings me to question number one…are redcap attacks a major problem for you?”

 

“Only recently. But the real problem is that it’s never just about the redcaps. Distinctly not idea people. At least not in An Teach Deiridh, where I’m from. If they’re pulling this kind of thing, there are some serious Faerie court politics going on. And here I am already having to give good, wholesome advice to a brand new princess in the middle of all this.”

 

“Okay, that brings up a couple questions,” Travis said. “I guess the next would probably be about An Teach Deiridh. What’s the area like?”

 

“Well, from here, it’s just a jump to the left, step to the right, you do the hokey pokey and you –”  

“Caw!”

Ashling sighed. “All right, so /technically/ it’s just a matter of stepping into the right circle of mushrooms or lodestones with your eyes closed. But anyway, the castle is great, manages to provide a place where the Unseelie and Seelie courts can live together without destroying each other.  Usually. Things have gotten unusual lately, and some of it’s spilling into the mortal realms, particularly Washington State, where the Unseelie King’s daughter lives. But mostly it’s great!”

 

He raised a thick red eyebrow. “Now, when you say it’s spilling over into the mortal realms…like, how is that coming about? What kinds of things should, say, someone like me look for?”

 

“Well, to start with, people in San Francisco 49ers caps with terrible dental work. You should watch out for those anyway; their taste in football teams with bad offensive lines is suspect. But……if things get /worse/, well… if the humans around you gradually seem less interested in music, or if there’s a weird… chill. … well, that would mean we haven’t successfully saved the day and returned the balance of the courts, so /probably/ not going to be an issue.”

“Caw.”

“Don’t be a pessimist, Count.”

 

He chuckled slightly. “Fair enough. But okay, weird chill…will have to keep that in mind. Alright, so, there’s one that I’ve been kinda curious about, and–feel free to not answer this one if it’s, like, too personal for you–…What happened with your wings? Like I said, feel free to avoid answering that one if you’d rather not. I’m just wondering if they’re naturally like that, or if there was an accident, or what.”

Ashling’s face goes a little flat. “It wasn’t an accident. It was a butterfly collector. But we get around just fine now, thank you.”

 

Travis thought of what likely happened with the butterfly collector, cringing visibly. “Wow…sorry you went through that,” he replied. “So, what is it you do for fun?”

 

“Well, with my /lengthy/ professional obligations as the Unseelie King’s hunting scout, most trusted messenger, and now, serving as a magical tutor, medicine-reapportionment infiltrator, and all-around tour guide for his daughter in the midst of this political crisis, there’s really not all that much time for hobbies, although the hunting is always fun, regardless of what kind.”

 

“Duuuude…that sounds like a lot. Glad some of it’s fun, though. What would you say is your favorite part of hunting?” he asked.

 

Ashling looked sheepish. “Well, right now, I’d have to say it’s the part where we all go home afterwards to a warm fire with everyone feeling happy and well-exercised, because I’m kind of missing that part right now with all the current difficulties.”

 

He nodded slightly. “Yeah…political difficulties can screw with a lot,” he said. “So second to last one: if you were to find out that there was someone out there, writing about your life and possibly even causing some of the more unpleasant parts of it, how would you react?”

 

Ashling blinked. “Well, I’d tell them that I appreciated their getting all my valuable wisdom out to the masses, and that if they’re /causing/ things, well, thanks for meeting Megan; she’s a good kid….” The pixie’s eyes narrowed. “But if they don’t give me my King back soon, they’re going to find out the Death of the Author isn’t just a literary-philosophy term. There’s plenty of blank space on the next hunting-target list.”

 

“Getting wisdom to the masses…okay, so I haven’t thought of it that way before,” he replied. “Last question: Where can you see yourself about a year from now?”

“Caw.”

“Count, I can too think more than five minutes ahead.” Ashling looked thoughtful. “Well, Megan’ll be in her more advanced bardic magic lessons, and certainly I can’t leave her stuck relying on anyone else for those, so some of that, the downfall of certain butterfly collectors, can’t exactly count out a massive interplanar war….” She shrugged. “It’ll be interesting times, certainly.”

 

He smiled somewhat. “Welp. Best of luck with everything. Especially the butterfly collectors.”

 

Travis would have offered a handshake or a hug, but wasn’t sure how either of those would work, given their size difference.

 

“Thank you. We appreciate the interview.”

 

“Always happy to interview people,” he replied, soon hopping down from the tree.

 

Ashling will give a cheery, manic-pixie wave good-bye before the Count flies off.

Jeffery’s Amazon Author Central page is here, and Katherine’s would be right here.

Jeffery Cook’s Facebook and Twitter

 

Upcoming Book Stuff

Posted: January 14, 2018 in Uncategorized

So, part of this year’s goal is to get arc 3 and a prequel done. There’s also this hope of being able to customize more Funko figures for my characters, but more on that in a bit.

I don’t have any of these books at ALL close to ready…but I have figured out blurbs and covers for all of them.

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Protection: Recently forced into retirement from the assassination biz, Beast Taylor has found herself looking for other ways to occupy her time. While she does appreciate this new, less dangerous life, she does sometimes find it to be a bit dull.

 

Thus, she becomes somewhat conflicted upon learning that an old enemy has escaped from prison. On the one hand, she looks forward to another battle. But on the other, there are members of her family that she knows will become this escapee’s first targets.

 

But is the escapee the real threat this time, or is it someone more exclusive to her own past?

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Reunion: Beast continues to settle into her new life, a feat made easier with the fact that she knows her old enemy is still around. And what’s more, her younger brother is in town for a visit.

 

But Beast is thrown into confusion when she meets a young man that looks a lot like herself, albeit with some differences: where she has feline features, his are canine, and he seems to have huge feathered wings. He seems nice enough, but there is something about him that isn’t quite right…

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Incarceration: It was something she never thought would happen, with the government of Hell Bent itself officially sanctioning her assassin activities. But Beast has been arrested for murder. She denies having committed the crime, but the police refuse to believe her. Even worse, one officer in particular seems to hold a grudge against her, making the inherent unpleasantness of the Hell Bent prison system even more of a living hell.

 

The evidence is certainly stacked against her, but did she really do it? Find out here, as the third arc of the Hell Bent series comes to its conclusion.

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Transformations (Where I decided to mess around a bit, since this one will be so much different from the main series):

Two children from an abusive home are given a second chance.

Rage changes a young genetic experiment’s situation from hopeless to something a bit more.

A pair of twins and their little brother are separated in their youth after their parents are murdered.

Nerdy little Spencer Abbot goes from outgoing, to withdrawn, thanks to a pair of rather cruel bullies.

Sick and twisted, a girl murders both of her parents, eventually going on to star in her own films.

For the crime of loving the wrong man, a mage puts his mother through the unthinkable.

One Russian scientist seeks to change the world.

Ready for a change, a young cop turns to the other side of the law, becoming a feared arms dealer.

Many stories come together into this one volume.

Now, about the mention of Funkos…I got a couple of customizable ones recently, one male and one female. So I made them into Travis and Ivy. I’d love to eventually get enough to make the rest of the family, as well. Next time I get a male and female, I’ll go for Spencer and Beast. I’d also need to make Gemmy, Yvette, Serena…and quite possibly Nick, Tsaeb, Daniel, and Silas. But I’m pleased with how the first two came out, despite Ivy’s hair being a bit more…destabilizing than initially intended.

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So, I just wanted to start this off with an announcement…

OBSESSION IS FINALLY AVAILABLE!

Get it HERE!

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The full Arc 2 set has also been uploaded to the KDP site, and should be available for purchase soon.

And speaking of “available for purchase”, you can now buy A Twist of Fate: A Collection of 11 Twisted Fairy Tales. Having read through most of the rest of it (aside from that strange hair-based one that comes third), I can attest that it’s an excellent read. Not only that, but the funds raised will go entirely to scoliosis research.

So, what will 2018 bring in terms of projects?

Well, first of all, I want to finish all of the huge ones I’d started prior to this year, which includes a few pieces of fan art. Especially the Buffyverse, RWBY, and Avatar/Legend of Korra pics. The one that’s closest to completion is the RWBY one, since everyone’s inked.

Also, I should pay more attention to my Patreon (and see if maybe I can’t get more people to pay into it). In fact, I’ll probably print out more pages for the tarot cards and start inking the next set of comic pages this month.

ARC 3! I fully intend to try and get arc 3 completed by the end of the year. This one’s from Beast’s POV, and contains books 7-9. Book 8 could be considered a breather episode of sorts, since that’s sort of the calm before the cray-cray that begins with Beast’s arrest, then goes into books 10, 11, and 12, where I could safely describe the plotline as “Hell comes to Hell Bent”. The prior antagonists team up to seek revenge on the Abbot/Malone/Taylor/Sangre clan. That one’s going to be a bitch to draw, I can tell already.

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Transformations…the prequel to Hell Bent, which follows everyone’s backstories. I need to expand on it a bit, polish it, create a cover…but this one may be a permafree thing.

I might also try and polish the stories of my assassins’ various jobs, and release a collection of shorts for that. The title: “Slaughter Angels”, given that that’s the name said assassins have given themselves.

So…yes, I should figure out the covers for books 7, 8, and 9 in both hardcover and paperback/Kindle, the one for Transformations, and one for Slaughter Angels. That, tarot cards, comics, fan art stuff, giveaway prizes, Inktober (I still haven’t given up on last year’s, despite that it’s…well, no longer 2017), and a bunch of other stuff.

The workaholic streak is REAL!

Character Interview- Brigit

Posted: January 3, 2018 in Uncategorized

The last of the anthology interviews for now (though I will not rule out the possibility of more; all depends on the availability and whatnot of the other authors involved). But we now have the main character from the awesome Sarah Buhrman’s contribution to the anthology.

Another day, another meeting in a coffee shop. To be honest, though, Travis rather enjoyed conducting interviews in locations like that, where nobody was out to get him. He looked over his notepad, tapping it with the end of a pencil. So his next interviewee was an aspiring fashion writer named Brigit. The monkey-human hybrid’s green eyes scanned the area as he looked around for the woman in question.

 

She blew into the coffee shop in a whirlwind of color. Her blonde hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and she juggled her purse and messenger bag. She wore a dress suit of gray and magenta which complemented her rosy complection.

 

After getting a hot Earl White tea, she approached the table where Travis sat. “Are you Travis?”

 

The half-monkey nodded. “Yep, that’d be me. Brigit, right?” he asked.

 

“Yeah,” she said, plopping down into the seat across from him. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a little more than I’d expected.”

 

Pushing some of his excessively long red hair behind an ear, he nodded. “Completely understandable. Anyway, thanks for taking the time out to talk to me, first off. So, I guess my first question here would be: What inspired you to look into fashion writing?”

 

Brigit smiled. “I know what most people think,” she said. “Blonde, fashion, must be all about the looks. But it’s more that we live in a world that looks at women’s appearance first.” She gestured with her hands, making her statements even more animated. “I realized that by helping women find the right fashion for themselves, they could feel more confident, express themselves, be seen as more professional. And combining all of that?” She threw up her hands. “Just wonderful!”

 

Travis’ tail twitched, as he listened attentively. “Welp. That’s probably the best reasoning I’ve ever heard for it. My girlfriend’s sister would definitely appreciate that. So, been having any luck with your goals so far?”

 

Brigit leaned in, lowering her voice. “Actually, I’ve just ordered something that is going to give me an exclusive in the shoe industry!” She leaned back. “I’ve managed to get a hold of a very unusual pair of hand-made Italian boots. Once I write up a review on this company, I just know I’ll take off!”

 

Travis’ head tilted slightly. Not really being one to wear shoes very often himself, he was curious now. “So…unusual how, if you don’t mind my asking?”

 

Well, they don’t market at all. The entire business is run by their clientele introducing new people to the company.” Brigit sipped her tea. “I stumbled on the store when I was visiting Venice a couple years back. The leather they use is butter soft, and the stitching is immaculate.”

 

She sat back, a dreamy look coming over her face. “This is the kind of footwear that the fashion industry dreams about, and I’m going to break it to the mainstream!”

 

“Sounds like you’ve got this figured out. Hope it works out!” he said, his tail giving another twitch. “So, which one next, what next, uh…What would you do if by some off chance this didn’t work out for you?”

 

Travis then wondered if that was the best question he could have asked, given how passionate she’d been about it. He drummed his toes on the chair leg for a moment, trying to figure out a back-up question if need be.

 

Brigit frowned. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve put everything I’ve got into this. But I guess I’d have to fall back on my second choice: Journalism.” She shrugged. “Not as fulfilling, but I could always report on sweatshops and how to improve the industry from that aspect.”

 

Trav leaned back in the chair a bit, thinking a bit…before realizing that that probably wasn’t the wisest idea. He proceeded to just sit upright from there. “Sweatshops…how many of those are there in the fashion industry, would you say?”

 

Brigit frowned and shook her head. “Far too many. I get that people want good clothing that’s not expensive, but we get abuse, poor quality, and rich corporations who don’t even do the clothing designs.” She leaned forward. “It’s unfair all around. I swear, if we humans could enslave aliens to do the work, we’d do that, too.”

 

Travis leaned closer, as well. “If you ever want to, say, conduct a raid on one of the shadier ones, I might know a few people that’d be up for it…though in retrospect, that might not be the best idea. That’d probably end up on the news, and it’d probably get violent. Hm…yeah, might be best to keep the family out of this.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, how would you go about bringing down a sweatshop?” the half-monkey asked.

 

“Oh, that’s easy,” Brigit grinned. “People might want cheap clothes, but only if they stay ignorant about how that happens. You let it out that a brand is causing deaths or abusing workers…” She nodded sagely. “Every single time, you see changes.”

 

He nodded, understanding. “I’m wondering if you could do both: your first choice and bringing down sweatshops. Hell, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing stopping you from doing both. So, how about your downtime? What do you do when not looking to right sweatshop-y wrongs or bring public attention to a lesser-known company?”

 

“Oh,” Brigit blushed. “Well, um… I’m kinda new in town, and, er… I don’t know many people. I just work on my blog and…” She cleared her throat. “I, uh, try to, um, date… online.”

 

“At the risk of sounding, like, personal and all, is there anything specific you’re looking for in someone online?” he asked. “I’ve never actually tried the online thing, myself.”

 

“You’d probably get a date really quickly,” she said. “You have that kind of cute, scruffy look that a lot of girls like.” She blushed as she realized what she’d said. “But, um, I guess I’m looking for someone who thinks that what I do isn’t stupid or superficial. I like guys who can appreciate the nuances in fashion, and don’t think we’re all bitches or gay or mean girls, you know?”

 

She wasn’t the only one to blush as she said that. “I’d have to ask my girlfriend if that’s accurate…” Travis said with a chuckle. “But here’s hoping you find a guy that fits that description!”

 

Brigit sighed. “Yeah, I just need a prince in the fashion industry, right?” She laughed.

 

Travis shrugged. “Hey, with the billions of people out there, there’s a chance you’ll find someone like that. Finding a prince in the fashion industry wouldn’t be the weirdest turn someone’s life can take.” He thought on the next question. “For anyone reading this, would you have any advice?”

 

She shrugged. “I guess it’s the advice I’ve always lived my life by,” she said. “You do you, and try to understand other people. Most of the time, just not being hateful is enough to find common ground.”

 

“Good advice to go by, definitely,” he said. “And I should probably get going.” The redhead looked at her again. “Thanks again for taking the time out to talk to me,” he said. “Handshake or hug?”

 

“Oh,” Brigit looked flustered. “Um, whichever…”

 

Travis opted for offering a handshake.

 

Brigit took the offered hand and smiled. “Thank you for this. It was a lot of fun!”

 

He smiled back, shaking her hand and letting go after a moment. “Always happy to talk with people, and best of luck with your goals. You’ve got this!”

 

And he was probably going to stop by the liquor store on his way out, figuring the girlfriend he’d mentioned might appreciate it.

Brigit sat back down to finish her tea, plotting the story she was going to write about the boots that would change her life.

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Character Interview- Peter

Posted: January 2, 2018 in Uncategorized

This time, we have author Chandra Trulove Fry’s main character, from her contribution to A Twist of Fate.

As the redhead wanders up to the pumpkin patch, he looks over the list. Okay, so the guy he’s looking for this time is known as Peter. Tapping his notepad with his pencil, he thinks over what kinds of questions to ask him, long prehensile tail twitching lightly. His long red hair drags on the ground behind him as he starts looking for another figure around there.

 

“Hey, I’m lookin’ for a guy named Peter?!” he calls.

 

“I’m Peter, who are you? I’ve not seen you around before.”

 

Travis jumps at the sound of the voice, looking around for its source. “Yeah, that’s probably because I’m not from around here,” he admitted. “Anyway, I’m here to interview you, if you’re up for that?”

 

As for Peter, he’s not a disembodied voice. He seems a bit too clean cut to be working away in a garden. It’s nothing but pumpkins as far as the eye can see, so Peter can be easily spotted. He comes across as skeptical and suspicious. You get this vibe that he may be hiding something. It’s subtle but there.

 

Travis sees him after a bit, kicking himself inwardly at how long it’s taken him to see his interviewee there. He holds up his notepad, indicating his purpose there.

 

“Oh, okay… yeah. I think I heard about you around town. Are you here to interview me about the Pumpkin Contest? I’ve been working non-stop. Obviously I’m hoping to win this year. Can’t let my neighbor win all of the time.” Peter winks.

 

The half-monkey comes to a stop soon enough, tail twitching. “Interview, yeah. But I actually didn’t know about a contest,” he admits. “So how many years have you been involved in this contest, I guess would be my first one?”

 

Peter does not seem phased by the fact that he is half-monkey. He is excited that he gets to talk about the thing he loves most, pumpkins. “That is a great question, um… what is your name again?” Peter asks. “The truth is, I feel like I’ve been growing pumpkins my whole life. I absolutely love them. It must be going on ten maybe fifteen years since I’ve entered the Pumpkin Contest. I honestly do not know how Hector’s pumpkins always seem to best mine. That wife stealing no good for nothing cheater!” There is an odd twitch in Peter’s eye but he quickly composes himself.

 

“Travis,” the half-monkey replies. He notices the twitch to Peter’s eye, arching his pierced eyebrow. “Sooo…mind telling me a bit about your wife? I’m just curious about what’s been going on, there.”  

 

“Not sure if that’s any of your business really. If you are referring to my ex-wife, that hussy ran off with my neighbor Hector. Claiming he had better goods than I did. My 2nd wife ran off as well. You would think that I’d learn to pick them better. Hell, my pumpkin is more faithful than they ever were.” Peter laughs, “No matter, I’ve overcome them. My 3rd wife will never leave me.” Peter looks off to his left, towards the center of the pumpkin patch. If you look in that direction you will see nothing but pumpkins for days. It’s a large acreage. Peter then looks at you and asks, “Would you like to come inside, maybe have a cup of coffee?”

 

Travis’ tail curls around his leg a bit, a little uncertain right now.

 

“Eh, thanks, but I’m not that big on coffee,” he replies. Trying to get his mind off of the red flags that’ve started cropping up in his mind, he considers his next question. “Is there anything you regret at all?”

 

Peter shrugs, “No matter. Got more questions?”

 

Travis comes VERY close to asking if he’s ever killed anyone, but refrains from that. He chews on his lower lip for a moment.

 

“Is there anything about growing pumpkins that you like above all else?” he asks, deciding to bring it back to something he’s passionate about and hoping to avoid bringing out the murderous instinct he’s become convinced lies beneath the surface.

 

Peter gets a gleam in his eye. Gesturing animately, he swings his arms about him in a wide circle, “This, this is the fruit of my labors. Pumpkins are my life! There is nothing else. When I tend my garden, that is when I am most content. Take this one, for instance.” he bends down and lovingly caresses a rather large and very healthy pumpkin. Probably the healthiest you’ve ever seen. If you have good ears and listen carefully, it almost sounds like the pumpkin is moaning. Peter strokes the pumpkin intimately. “Aren’t they the most amazing things you have ever seen?”

 

Travis doesn’t seem to notice himself taking a step back. “Um…so…” He was trying to figure out another question. “Does anything scare you?”

 

Peter breaks out of his reverie and looks Travis in the eye with a cold dead stare, “Not anymore.”

 

Travis stares back, cracking his knuckles without quite realizing that he was doing it. “So, your current wife’s okay, right?” he asks, racking his brain for questions that wouldn’t make things even more tense than they were.

 

But his paranoid side is starting to surface, making that difficult for him.

 

Peter grows suspicious, “She is kept quite well, with everything she could ever need.”

 

He lets out a small huff, trying to regain his prior demeanor. And then he gets an idea, his tail twitching lightly.

 

“Can I look around the patch a bit? I just wanna get a look at some of the pumpkins.”

 

Peter starts rubbing his hands together and shuffling his feet. He replies nervously, “I’m sorry, sir but I just don’t have the time right now.” He looks at the sky, “I actually forgot but I’m due to meet someone in town. I better be heading out. Do you have any last questions for me?”

 

Travis shakes his head. “No, I don’t have any further questions,” he says. “Thanks for your time.” He starts backing away, knowing better than to turn his back on someone that gave him the creeps.

 

“Oh, well alright then. Thank you for stopping by.” Peter dismissed Travis as if he wasn’t ever there, to begin with. He turns and heads towards his house, not looking back.

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