Eclectic Cycle
3Mar/13Off

Demon Draw

Hello fiends! As always, I will first reassure you that I am busy writing A Fury of Angels every single day. Even Saturday and Sunday so you can get it in your hot little hands soon.

But I have also been a busy bee with other projects. I just published the longish short story “Demon Draw.” Its about-you guessed it, you clever reader, you-demons! I know, shocking and scandalous. Well, it is actually about demons, prostitutes, and the church, so I guess that is a kind of scandalous...

Anyway, here is a 500 word sample. The entire piece is pushing 8,000 words, so it is the longest a short story can be before it becomes a novelette. Look at me, always pushing the edge...

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As Valena feigned sleep in a stranger's bed, she swore that this was the last time she would draw a demon. The incubus she was drawing haunted one of the most respected ladies in the inner quarter, and Valena had been sent by the church to finish it off.

That is, of course, if it did not get her first.

Her muscles were tense and trembling, every one of her nerves wound tight. Demon drawing was finicky business, and the stupid old biddy who had summoned the incubus had realized too late that bringing a demon from the pit was not worth the fleeting carnal thrill. When one dealt with demons, shivers of thrill quickly became squeals of animal terror.

Valena shook, lying under covers that smelled faintly of lemons and age, preparing to risk her life to bind yet another incubus. As she fingered her vial of holy water, she cursed the idiots who had summoned this plague of fiends by opening the way to Hell. She rubbed her other palm against the worn handle of the sacred knife, reassuring herself that it was still there, sharp and deadly, the only lasting defense against an otherworldly attack. She searched both holy items for a tickle of divinity, but found nothing. She reached under the bed and rooted in her satchel, finding the hard and reassuring edge of the binding collar that was hidden there.

A whisper swept over her, and a nervous energy began to strain around the edges of the room, between overstuffed chairs and venerable family portraits. Sweat bloomed under her hairline and a nervous clamp clutched her belly.

If this job had not paid so ridiculously well, she would have bolted at that first whisper. But a greater terror than the fear she harbored for the demon kept her lying there, under the weight of the covers.

So she stayed, trying to prepare herself for the attack.

Then there came a smell—it was of something that was like burning cork, but not quite. It had an edge of rancid decay, of carrion under the baking sun. She clutched the vial reflexively, and braced herself as a discordant crackling assaulted her ears. Sparks and shoots of light burst before her. The air grew stale and chill. Her toes curled, and she stopped breathing.

The outline of the demon's shoulders blazed in the dimly lit room. Valena gulped. This was going to be a big one. The priest had warned her that this was an especially powerful incubus, seductive and beautiful even to one with tastes like Valena’s. The beautiful demons were far harder to resist than the gnarled ones with bulging eyes and needle teeth. Something old and seductive shimmered before her, rising from the thick dark, a shadow in the shape of an alluring nightmare. Such was the contradictory nature of demons.

Then he was there, right there, the single candle by the bed revealing black eyes and gleaming teeth, maggoty skin and white hair...

Here are the links to the rest of the story-if you dare!

Read the rest of Demon Draw at:
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Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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26Feb/13Off

The Sitter

Hello, fiends! Thought I would drop a crumb of dark fantasy into your bright and cheery day... illustration done by yours truly...

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"The Sitter"

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Elza. She lived in a modern, large, yet sparsely furnished home with her mother and father. Indeed, this tender cherub of a girl thought herself the most royal sort. After all, with the profusion of praise and lavish gifts continually poured about her person, how could she not sit upon the fluorescent pink throne that was her birthright? In her mind, it was the way of things; nothing more, nothing less.

Then, one day, Mother and Father came to Elza with what they called most exciting news. As opposed to hopping from one foot to the other with eyes wide in childish glee, she only tilted her head slightly as she adjusted Bear-bear's tiara and sunglasses. There was nothing to say, as she already knew what her parents were planning.

Earlier that week, Elza overheard her parents discussing an upcoming vacation. This pleased her, in a distant, detached way that young suburban royalty are all too familiar with. Considering herself shrewd as well as royal, inasmuch as her a juvenile experience allowed her to understand shrewdness, she gave no indication that she knew about their plans. She simply sat in her room, awaiting the baubles and toys that were sure to accompany the news. Yes, she could always use new and willing subjects for her court.

As her parents approached the door, they noticed the multicolored hill of plush fuzzies barring the way into their daughter's room. Like sentinels guarding the royal promenade, they peered outward with the lifeless intensity so characteristic of dolls and other button-eyed stitchlings. Pushing aside the teetering pile of plush bodies, the parents entered her domain. A profusion of pink, rosy-colored inanities assaulted their senses as soon as they stepped in.

“Elza?” called her father. “We have some news for you...”

“Okay,” answered Elza.

“Your mother and I have been planning on going on a little vacation. Now it's not going to be too long, but-”

“Where are we going?” Elza interrupted.

“We're-well-it's...you see,” her father started to falter, at which point her mother interjected.

“You remember how you're always saying you're a big girl? Well, we've decided that you are big enough to get on without us for a few days. It's really going to be a lot of fun, and the sitter that we-”

“I'm not going!? A sitter!?” Elza shot back, face reddening, fuming in her miniature, yet regal, indignation.

Her mother continued on, unperturbed. “Yes, a sitter. She is really very nice and I think you two will get along quite well. And guess what? She's an artist! And she write story books when not sitting! We know how imaginative you are!”

“...Ah, only the best for our little girl,” piped her father, a moment too late, and a shade too weak.

The little queen rounded on her usurpers. “I hate art!”

“Be sweet, Elza. Our flight leaves this evening, and Payge will be here around three, so please be nice, okay?”

Whatever,” huffed Elza.

Well, if you want to find out what happens to our little suburban princess, the path starts...HERE!

Bedtime Tales: Stories for the Wayward and Churlish

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Amazon

Smashwords

Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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18Feb/13Off

Stories for the Wayward and Churlish

Hello, wicked minions! Today is a very special day in which I make a grand announcement: I've been doing editing and writing!

I know, I know, not what you wanted. You wanted to hear that A Fury of Angels was done and done. Patience, my good fans of the interwebz! It is being written, day by day, word by word, the great work is edging towards glorious conclusion, explosive climax, epic battles and lost souls...

Okay, enough of my mindless chatter. I would like to present to you, my most devoted reader, an anthology of short stories entitled Bedtime Tales : Stories for the Wayward and Churlish by my arch-nemis/frienemy/fellow author/husband Dar Qwynd. Yes, the man I stood and made vows with before a Justice of the Peace has unleashed his darkness upon the world!

His style is kind of like Lewis Carroll and H.P. Lovecraft had a really ugly weird baby who grew up to write morbidly charming tales....Download a sample and see what you think!

Bedtime Tales

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Smashwords

Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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26Jan/13Off

The Raven’s Unicorn : A Dark Fantasy Short Story

Hello, my wicked minions! Good news this fair day (well, okay, where I live it is not fair but foul and cold and icy, but we will pretend it is a nice day for the purposes of my grand announcement). I have written a short story about a unicorn, a raven, vengeful Goddesses, and distant Gods. Even better, it will be free until Wednesday night on Amazon, then it will be $1.29 thereafter. This short will be published on other venues at a later date, but for now it will just be available in ebook form exclusively at Amazon. The story is roughly 3,600 words, so a nice short read to plunge your soul into despair...

The Raven's Unicorn

The Raven's Unicorn on Amazon.com

Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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