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Monday, October 25, 2021

WIP it Real Good: Paranormal Romance Author Ali Lucia Sky + giveaway

I’m so excited to share a tidbit of my next book! Wishcraft is the second book in The Powers That Be series and I’ve been having a fun time writing it. Some characters in book one blossom in book two and it’s been a real joy to see where my characters are taking my story--I let them free and they tend to write the book for me.

The part I’m going to share with you is pre-edit and proofreading. Please ignore any grammar errors. The interaction is between Michaela, my FMC from book one, and Whisper who is the MMC from book two. They have a special relationship (not romantic) and I’ve loved seeing how that has developed.

I look at the clock, I have six hours to write a five hundred word essay. No problem.

An hour later I am walking from room to room, lost. I’m not able to focus. There are no more Starbucks Frappes. I don’t know what to do with myself when Whisper comes back down, shirtless and with low hanging boxers.

“Don’t think that I have an issue with bodies in general, but you know that your’s all fucking naked and stuff is inappropriate and unwanted.” I plop down on the floor surrounded by my school stuff and grab my laptop.

“Clothes are uncomfortable,” is his reply.

“Naked roomies are uncomfortable, asshat!” I say loud enough for him to hear me as he moves into the kitchen.

“Why is the fridge empty again?” He asks walking into the living room with a glass of water and what has to be a stale cookie, since I don’t know where he found it and I had thought all the cupboards were bare of goodies.

“I told Dora to take it next door for mom. She said she would bring me a sandwich later.” I say arching my neck to stretch out the tight muscles.

“Get some shoes on, we are going grocery shopping,” he says heading to the stairs.

“Are you putting on pants for this excursion? It's nipplely out and you know how shrinkage will happen in the freezer aisle.” I call out to him.

“Shut up,” is his reply and a few minutes later thudding follows him through the house. When he gets back down I’m still staring at my laptop.

“I can’t go. I didn’t start my paper and my shoes are all the way in the other room. They didn’t come when I called for them.”

He sighs like I’m a huge pain in the ass. “I’ll help you write it when we get back. You need food. You lost more color since yesterday.”

“Wait! Are you telling me I’m turning into a white girl?” I gasp like a miracle really occurred.

Whisper rolls his eyes and goes to fetch my shoes, a jacket, and my purse. He’d be a great boyfriend if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m already in love with his other best friend.

I moan at the sharp pain that radiates through my soul.

“Stop thinking of Gabe and get dressed,” he tosses my stuff next to me on the floor.

Wishcraft will be released in February. It’s been a joy to share it.

The Dream Keepers: The Powers That Be - Book 1
by Ali Lucia Sky
October 11th 2021
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
This World is just one of thousands of Worlds the Makers have created. The Universe and Makers are playing with those who live on it.

No one who had met Michaela Beauchamp could come away from it unscathed. She was a shrew–argumentative, crass, and the focus of all my wet dreams. I loved to hate her. We were at war and I was determined to win. I didn’t want her to just go away, I wanted to watch her fine ass as she went in that direction.

Whoever thought Gabriel Langdon was more than a pretty face never met the douchecanoe.
He had very few redeeming qualities. He was dumb, frustrating, and constantly featuring in all my sexiest dreams. I wasn’t difficult to please. I was reasonable. All I asked was that the Universe bless me with the absence of this jackhole!

What is one to do when you summon a hitchhiker and they take up residence inside your head? No fifteen-year-old girl has a good answer. With my brother and neighbor circling one another in a strange mating dance, I barely know how to ask for help.

I mean really, all I did was a little spell to Invoke Helpful Spirits and Positive Energy Beings.

Note: THE DREAM KEEPERS is a mature Young Adult/New Adult book and for readers over the age of 18 due to sexual content and profanity. This is part one of a trilogy and ends on a CLIFFHANGER.
This book is rated M for Mischief.

October 2021 – The Dream Keepers
February 2022 – Wishcraft
October 2022 – TBA

About the Author
Ali Lucia Sky is the author of The Powers That Be series. She lives in Southern California with her husband and a house full of kitty cats and a yard full of crows. When she isn’t writing, drinking coffee, or dreaming of new stories, she can be found planning her next vacation because traveling is LIFE.

The first book in The Powers That Be series, The Dream Keepers, will be released 11 October 2021.

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Sunday, October 24, 2021

Halloween Spooktacular: Eliza: The Awakening by Eileen Sheehan + giveaway

Severed Finger Sugar Cookies

2 ¾ c. flour;
1 tsp baking soda
½ tsp baking powder
1 x. softened butter
1 ½ c. sugar
1 egg
1tsp vanilla extract

Heat oven to 350°F. Line cookie sheets with cooking parchment paper or silicone baking mats.

In medium bowl, cream butter with sugar and add egg and vanilla.

Then, add flour and baking powder and baking soda.

Using fork or spatula, until well mixed and texture of breadcrumbs.

Squeeze handful of dough crumbs together tightly to form small log or "finger."

Score top of log with butter knife to shape the knuckle, then press 1 slivered almond at one end to make the fingernail. Repeat to use up dough. Refrigerate 30 minutes.

Bake 15 minutes. Cool completely, about 30 minutes.

Eliza: The Awakening Book One
by Eileen Sheehan

Genre: Paranormal Shifter Series
ASIN: B09956JTJ1
Number of pages: 178
Word Count: 26,380
"The Awakening" begins the saga of a female shifter named, Eliza.

Eliza is a simple and uncomplicated young woman. She enjoys the outdoors, is good with animals, and, like most young women her age, loves to party and have fun. When she meets a sexy man with an alluring Southern drawl, she has no idea that he is involved in a world that she is yet to know, but is her legacy. Like it or not.

It felt like someone was swinging a hammer against the inside of Eliza’s skull. The early morning dew caused a damp muskiness on the earth that blended with the mold and dust that burrowed beneath the thick layer of leaves where she lay her aching burden; assaulting her nose and adding to her misery. Her chocolate colored eyes felt pinned shut, but her hearing was abnormally acute. By the sounds around her, she sensed her surroundings were familiar ones. If she was correct, she was near the small cave that was nestled in a knoll that began the acres of woods at the far end of her family’s farm. It was a place that she’d discovered at a young age and had frequented whenever she required alone time. Her surroundings weren’t the greater mystery. How she got there was.

As her faculties returned to normal, she sat up and realized that how she got there wasn’t the biggest mystery after all. It was superseded by the fact that she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on.

None of this made sense. How did she get there and what happened to her clothes?

Straining her mind, she reached into the fog for a replay of the night before. She’d gone with her best friend, Reba, to a newly opened dance club. The place was packed, and dance partners were plentiful. The exertion from dancing combined with the excessive body heat made the air feel so stifling as to be practically unbearable. She remembered stepping outside for a bit of fresh air. Did Reba join her? She struggled to remember, but the visions in her head showed very little.

Squeezing her eyes shut almost to the point that it hurt, she forced her mind to function. She needed to remember the chain of events that led to her waking up naked in a field at the edge of the woods. Had she gone home from the club and sleepwalked? Or had something sinister occurred? She just didn’t know.

About the Author:
Eileen Sheehan primarily writes hot, steamy romances (mostly New Adult) with a sexy male and strong female. A few are steamier than others (see their description). The majority of her novels are paranormal, but some are just plain novels about people in love (contemporary or historical with the author name of Ailene Frances). ALL of her stories have a bit of naughtiness, some excitement, a few thrills, and maybe a touch of mystery mixed in with sometimes naughty, sometimes sweet lovin'. She strives to write a novel length that will allow the busy woman to be able to sit down in an evening or two and be taken on a romantic journey without having a week go by before she gets to the end of the story.

An incurable romantic, she has a love affair with at least one of her characters... one book at a time. She hopes the same thing happens to you.

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Movie Review: Dune (2021)

Oct 22, 2021
Director: Denis Villeneuve
Writer: Jon Spaihts, Denis Villeneuve, Eric Roth
Cast: Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Josh Brolin, Stellan Skarsgård, Jason Momoa
Rating: PG-13 (Some Disturbing Images|Sequences of Strong Violence|Suggestive Material)
Genre: Sci-Fi, Adventure
Runtime: 2h 35m
Distributor: Warner Bros. Pictures
Paul Atreides, a brilliant and gifted young man born into a great destiny beyond his understanding, must travel to the most dangerous planet in the universe to ensure the future of his family and his people. As malevolent forces explode into conflict over the planet's exclusive supply of the most precious resource in existence, only those who can conquer their own fear will survive.

Dune was the first sci-fi series I read...we are talking early 80s (I was 13-ish). I had never been so emersed in a fictional world up to that point. I dreamed about Dune. Then around book 5, I lost interest. I was excited when the movie came out in 1984 (I was a high school junior). But it was disappointing. It didn't capture the magic I experienced in the books.

I was a little hesitant when I heard it was being remade. Once I saw the trailer, I was on board and ready to give it another chance. And I was not disappointed this time!

Dune 2021 is an experience. They don't tell the story. They show the world--you experience it. The movie has a suspenseful foreboding mood you feel deep down. The cinematography is beautiful...yes, it does go over the top sometimes but that's Hollywood. The dramatic music was a bit cliche at some moments.

There was no story info-dumping. Which was nice. But if you haven't read the book I can see how some of it might be confusing.

My husband and I loved it (he never read the book). We plan on watching it again.

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Friday, October 22, 2021

Book Review: Avery & Aria: The Story of Star-Crossed Lovers by Viola Tempest

Avery & Aria: The Story of Star-Crossed Lovers
by Viola Tempest
October 23rd, 2021
Genre: New Adult/ Dark Romance
Avery has loved Aria for so long, he doesn’t know how to live any other way. Unfortunately, his undying adoration for Aria was never reciprocated at the same time. They spent years being pushed apart and missing opportunities, falling in and out of love with others completely wrong for them.

Now, decades after he first fell in love with her as kids, they meet again, and this time, fate finally plays into their hands, causing Avery to give up his entire life for the woman of his dreams. But the one thing he’s always wanted ends up shattering his expectations in the most heart wrenching way.

Follow this story filled with love, loss, and devastating secrets. Sometimes, the love you wait a lifetime for is the love that will destroy you.

Avery & Aria: The Story of Star-Crossed Lovers really is like the title says, I mean talk about two people who circle around each other for years! Though the stars take a long time to get into alignment, once they do this power couple rocks the pages of romance!

The story is about 150 pages but I am trying to figure why? This one could hold its own as a full-length saga, or even end with a ... to pick up at the next book. I liked it, a lot of aspects of it. While I wish our leading male was a little more "alpha" it doesn't take away from his real-life feeling and certainly, this story gave me very real moments.

I would have like a butt load more of adventure, action, and edgy situations that could have kept the couple on edge. But there was enough of all previously mentioned to give you a taste. Hopefully a taste of lots more to come!

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About the Author
Rising author, Viola Tempest, yearns to find truth in the modern world. She loves to write dystopian fantasy and dark romance novels depicting human reality.

Thursday, October 21, 2021

The Story Behind the Story: How to Nightwalk like a pro + giveaway

How to Nightwalk like a pro
The nightwalk is a recurring feature of my teen-noir Urbantasm novels. Time and time again, the characters find themselves out on city streets in the dark. Depending on their circumstances, the experience ranges from comforting to terrifying, but it is always a vivid, intimate, and emotional encounter with their city and each other.

The Urbantasm nightwalks are inspired by my own real-life experiences. One night, when it was storming outside, my friend and I embarked upon a 4 am journey on foot that took us to a 24-hour convenience store, across a surging river, and through golf courses and cemeteries before returning us home in the gray of dawn.

Everything changed in the dark, from the soft leaves that announced themselves as shadows black against the sky, to the fragrance of flowers unmolested by churning traffic, to the gurgle of water in the distance, finding its way down, down, down. There was no shortage of wonder in the quiet, subtle world that revealed itself once the sun had vanished behind the horizon.

These walks have become an essential part of my life. They are opportunities to defragment my brain, to grill myself on mistakes I have made and people that are important to me, to make plans and resolutions for the future, and to catch up with old friends. They are also a hell of a lot of fun.

Like myself, and like the characters in Urbantasm, you can join the secret club of nightwalkers. All you need are some good shoes, a little bit of planning, and a helping of courage and common sense.

Go with a friend… or go alone.

The most important decision you’ll make is whether to travel alone or to take someone with you, as this will affect the entire character of your experience. Solo walks can be quiet, meditative affairs, whereas traveling with others is filled with fun and sociability.

Don’t underestimate the safety and confidence that comes with numbers; even one walking companion will make you feel more secure in this world of shadows and starlight. These can be intense bonding experiences that you and your friends will talk about for years.

That said, don’t write off the merits of going it alone. With only yourself to answer to, your thoughts will run where they wish, and you might be surprised by what you learn about yourself. Take some precautions though; carry a cell phone and let someone know where you’re going and when you plan to be back. Try to stick to familiar environs you already know.

Walk all night… or for an hour.

My longest nightwalk was 37 miles around the perimeter of the City of Flint. I left my home at 4 pm and didn’t get back until well after the sun rose the next day. But I’ve also gone for short walks in twilight that have been every bit as affecting and profound. Most of the time, the duration isn’t the most important thing, although a long walk does provide a different experience than a short one.

The difference comes from the fact that a long walk is episodic: you will find yourself in different places and different situations at different times, and so when the walk is over you will see it as a kind of hero’s journey where one adventure leads you straight on to the next.

But short walks have a charm that is all their own. I’ve often taken a nightwalk from one neighborhood to another, with a friend en route to a concert or restaurant, and the conversation on the way has helped me leave the cares of the day behind and settle more fully into the fun and spontaneity of the moment.

Make plans… but don’t be afraid of improvising.

My most successful nightwalks -- especially among the long ones -- have involved a bit of planning beforehand. You’ll need to find out what parks are open after dark, how you’re going to get back home when you want to, and above all, where you can make reliable pit stops. Bathroom options are much fewer and farther between at night than they are during the day!

It’s also important to consider what to bring with you. At almost any time of year, water is important, though a thermos of coffee or hot cocoa can certainly boost your winter nightwalk. Trail mix will keep you from getting hungry as you go. Dressing the right way is also critical. Once, a friend and I took a twelve-mile nightwalk across Chicago in single-digit temperatures. It was a delightful experience, but if we hadn’t been bundled in hats, gloves, scarves, and long underwear, it would have been a miserable time!

That said, the nightwalk is at its most delightful when the unexpected happens. (Within limits, of course… you are walking safely, right?) Maybe you discover a hole-in-the-wall donut shop opening its doors at 5 am. Maybe the clouds clear and you stop where you are to soak in the constellations for the next hour. Maybe your friend chooses this moment to tell you she’s engaged, and you decide to celebrate with an extemporaneous champagne toast (liquor sales are prohibited after 2 am in Michigan). Whatever the occasion, the delightful unexpected can and will pop up on almost every nightwalk. Don’t let your plans prevent you from enjoying them.

Practice makes perfect.

Human beings feel more comfortable in the daylight. It is the way we have evolved as diurnal animals heavily reliant upon our sense of sight. Even with a traveling companion, good equipment, and thorough planning, we can feel a little tense and nervous the first few times we walk in darkness. Be prudent and wise, but also push through this discomfort. After you acclimate, you will start to feel that there is twice as much to your world as you previously thought. The sounds and sights you experience at night are completely unique and special, and you will grow and thrive for learning how to appreciate them.

Urbantasm Book One: The Dying City
by Connor Coyne
September 6, 2018
Genre: YA, Magical Realism, New Adult, Teen Noir, Lit Fic
Publisher: Gothic Funk Press
ISBN: 978-0989920230
ASIN: 0989920232
Number of pages: 450 pages
Word Count: 85,000
Cover Artist: Sam Perkins-Harbin, Forge22 Design
Urbantasm is a magical teen noir serial novel inspired by the author’s experiences growing up in and around Flint, Michigan.

Thirteen-year-old John Bridge’s plans include hooking up with an eighth-grade girl and becoming one of the most popular kids at Radcliffe Junior High, but when he steals a pair of strange blue sunglasses from a homeless person, it drops him into the middle of a gang war overwhelming the once-great Rust Belt town of Akawe.

John doesn’t understand why the sunglasses are such a big deal, but everything, it seems, is on the table. Perhaps he accidentally offended the Chalks, a white supremacist gang trying to expand across the city. Maybe the feud involves his friend Selby, whose father died under mysterious circumstances. It could even have something to do with O-Sugar, a homegrown drug with the seeming ability to distort space. On the night before school began, a group of teenagers took O-Sugar and leapt to their deaths from an abandoned hospital.

John struggles to untangle these mysteries while adjusting to his new school, even as his parents confront looming unemployment and as his city fractures and burns.

“A novel of wonder and horror.”— William Shunn, author of The Accidental Terrorist

Excerpt Book 1
Chapter 1
I have to become the Antichrist.

I realized this one night when I was standing on an overpass looking down through a chain-link fence onto the expressway below. Blue neon light shined off icy puddles. The gutters were flush with slush. Empty houses, ragged wrecks, hung out on tiny lots to my left and right. Beneath me, the cars that this city had built were leaving it – some of them forever. Across from me, on a rusted trestle, a freight train slowly passed, bringing in the parts for more cars.

As the train moved on through, I thought about Drake and about how God had fucked him over. How he’d fucked us all over. Then I thought about the house with Jesus graffitied on its side. Orange skin, blue eyes, green thorns. A welter of wounds. I clenched my jaw and my teeth squeaked together. Across from me, the train wheels squealed.

If I wanted to save my friends, I would have to murder God.

Chapter 2

This is mostly my story, but I’m gonna start out by telling you about what happened to Drake. Just so you know – just so you can see right off the bat – what a bastard God could be and why a lot of us had it out for him.

In the summer of 1993, Drake had just turned sixteen.

He was going to be a junior, and his horror-show-of-a-life finally seemed to be turning a corner. He’d been living with his dad and sister in the trailer park when his mom finally moved out of her little house in the Lestrade neighborhood. She’d given it to Drake’s dad. She knew damn well that he wasn’t going to pay any rent, but she didn’t care as long as he kept the kids. Now Drake would have empty houses next door instead of empty trailers. He, his sister, and his dad had filled a couple dozen Hefty sacks with all their stuff and dropped them in the trunk of their scraped-up Benedict.

One trailer over, Sapphire watched, leaning back against the bent wall, her narrow eyes shaded behind her too-big sunglasses. She was a white girl, also sixteenish, with hair so light it glowed like tallow dripping from one of my mother’s candles. Blue eyes too, quiet laughter, nervous all the time, but silently thrilled to be growing up as fast as she could.

“I ever gonna see you now?” she asked.

“See me at school,” Drake said. “Summer’s done next week.”

“Suck a dick,” she said and laughed.

“Come over to my new place tonight. Come over, what, nine? Bring DeeDee. I’ll get Jamo and TK. Drinks from my dad. We’ll bust up that hospital like we said. I got gold now, you know. Crazy gold.”

And he did. Drake wasn’t a Chalk – fuck those racist fucks – but they were a North Side gang wanting to sell some coke and E out on the East Side, and Drake was their man. Okay, their middleman. EZ set the whole thing up. Drake hated the Chalks but he liked the money and he also liked EZ. How could you not like EZ, talking the way he did? Dude had magnetism.

Even before Drake had unpacked all his shit at the new place, even before the sun had dipped behind the swampy trees shadowing the creek, EZ pulled up in his moon blue Starr Slipstream. A sweet make and model for a blue-collar beater. Rust patches shaped like Martian mountains silhouetted against a dusty sky. EZ called Drake over to the window.

“You straight over here, D?” EZ said. “This all new to you?”

“Naw,” said Drake. “I got all the fiends back on Ash and I’ll get some here too. See my moms lived here years. Lestrade Hood. I know it. Every street. Every liquor store. Every squat the kids go to fuck.”

“What about you?” EZ asked. “You gettin’ some, D?”

“Not now, you know,” Drake said.

“But you got plans on that.”

“I don’t...”

“You better stitch it up then. If boys don’t fuck they die.” EZ grinned without parting his pink lips. Crows feet in the cracks of his mellow yellow eyes. He was white-ish, but he had some black in him, too. It always struck Drake as funny when black kids joined up with the Chalks.

Now EZ leaned out of the car, looking forward, turning to look back, taking in the whole street with its tidy ranches and its burnt-out wrecks. “Le Strayed,” he said, the tip of his tongue probing his teeth like he was rolling a Werther’s.

How old is he anyway? Drake wondered. Older than Drake. Younger than Drake’s dad. It was hard to tell.

“You know,” EZ said. “Jesus was a fool to crawl up on that cross. God made the devil. Devil is God’s tool. Hammer in his hand. And the devil offered Jesus all the kingdoms of the Earth, and don’t you think that was part of Yahweh’s plan too? What you think woulda happened if Jesus had just said ‘yes?’ I bet we wouldn’t be slumming in Akawe.”

Akawe is the name of this city.

A poor city. A beat-up city. A car-making city an hour’s drive from Detroit, but then the cars it made left, along with the money, along with the people. Akawe.

“I don’t know,” said Drake. “I ain’t religious.”

EZ laughed. “No, you ain’t,” he said. “Here. I got something new for you to test for me. Make some night special. Full of secrets.”

He beckoned. Drake leaned in through the open window. In EZ’s palm, a sandwich bag with five white pills.

“What’s that?” asked Drake.

“A new thing,” EZ said. “Chalks call it O-Sugar. Kinda like E. Kinda not. Try it out. Give it some time. Don’t go to sleep. Gonna see the world through God’s eyes. Feel like Jesus would if he’d said yes to his good friend the devil.”

After EZ signed off, Drake helped his dad and his sister unpack until the sun went down and his friends came over. They all sat on the front porch, passed a 40, smoked up, and put the pills of O-Sugar on their tongues and swallowed. They talked about music and cars and love and sex.

About big old TK who had built a Frankenstein sedan from the soldered guts of four different cars.

About DeeDee, sad-in-her-heart that this boy Shawn would never see a woman in her like she saw a man in him. “He’s on varsity, you know,” she said.

Then, there was skinny Jamo with his horn-rimmed glasses. He kept farting. He said he liked the kids’ urinals best because that way his dick didn’t brush the puck.

Drake didn’t talk much, though. He kept looking at Sapphire – her eyes, her face, her perfect nose – and he felt her laughter run his spine like blue notes down a keyboard. She was a song he hoped he might play some day, but not in a crude way. He hoped he was a conversation she might have.

The kids’ hearts started to glow in their chests with a slow, soft burn. That was the beer talking. They walked down the driveway to DeeDee’s Aubrey.

They left Lestrade and crossed the expressway into Anderson Park – brick houses, neat lawns, where the mayor and the college presidents lived – but even these exalted ones couldn’t keep St. Christopher’s Hospital open in crumbling Akawe. The hospital towered in the midst of the neighborhood, full of empty-dark windows and stern staring statues.

DeeDee parked on a side street of prim Cape Cods and the kids walked the last half block to the hospital complex. Above them, the moon waxed, and the whole sky – the everything – seemed to unfurl and offer itself to Drake, limpid and tender. Is that the O-Sugar? Or just the weed? Drake swelled into the wide space of that raw and thrilling moment.

TK led them across the cracked parking lot to the loading dock.

They hauled up the service gate, slipped inside, and descended into the fluorescent-lit basement. There were seven buildings in St. Christopher’s, but underground tunnels connected them all. After hitting a few dead-ends, the kids found their way to the central building. The six-story main building with a floor plan shaped like a giant cross. As they climbed, floor by floor, moment by moment, the shadows around them expanded with opportunities, with regrets redressed, and the future converging upon their pasts. Infinities of little universes hid in the dark corners of that empty space, clear of matter but clouded with tension, ready to emerge.

By the time they reached the roof, they all felt dizzy and disoriented. Before, their yearning spirits had stretched into each new second, each new room. But now that the potential for movement threatened actual motion – now that acceleration accelerated – they put their hands in their pockets and tried to slow down. The speed of everything was getting weird on them.

“Babies, I gotta sit down!” said Jamo.

They all sat.

“I feel like, like sad and sore,” said Sapphire and she plucked at her hair.

“Hold my hand, Saph,” said DeeDee, and they all held hands.

Far off, the sound of a train rang out and, at that moment, the city lights opened wide like eyes, and the stars glowed and exploded, and heat spilled like syrup from above. Dust and clouds, spinning and shining with lightning and friction. Planetoids and asteroids whirling with volcanoes down jets of solar steam. As the train whistle sang, its sound was compressed, compacted, tonally shifted upwards, higher, with panic. As the pitch got higher and higher, Drake felt better and better, and it terrified him. He climbed on top of himself – palms pushing down on his head – to hold his soaring heart in place, but the shadows everywhere slid up convex hypotenuses from the streets below. They weighed down invisible tightropes that connected to the tallest buildings Downtown. Everything kept turning bluer and bluer. Turning to blue and purple.

The shadows swung their arms. They were the remnants of that abandoned place, humanoid, with blue coins replacing their eyes. They had flown away when their owners checked out and went home or died at the hospital. Now, they returned, suctioned in, pulled back toward the points of departure.

But as the shadows converged and became more humanlike, Drake’s friends had been reduced to matter and residuals. TK and DeeDee and Jamo and Sapphire had all lost their eyes and their ability to speak. Their faces had become smooth planes of flesh and, finally, pure fields of electricity. Small blobs, data balls, started to grow and divide. Oxygen bloomed. The kids floated – impossible! – but happening, and as they did the lights got brighter and brighter, heightened and compressed, flattened and overheated.

“Sapphire...” Drake tried to say, and he leaned toward her, straining to see her features again. He wondered what had happened to him and his friends. What was happening around them. On every side. He imagined their height, sixty feet up. The death it represented.

Then, as if in response, space itself pressed in and Drake felt himself stretched out over the edge of the building. He fell. He was falling. Yellow-blue parking lot lines dropped away behind him and approached. They got small. The last thing he saw before he hit were black streaks of grypanian spirals, dotting away and multiplying.

The sky was a dome, but the parking lot was deep.

Urbantasm Book Two: 
The Empty Room

Urbantasm Book Three: 
The Darkest Road

About the Author:
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Connor Coyne is a writer living and working in Flint, Michigan.

His serial novel Urbantasm is winner of numerous awards. Hugo- and Nebula-nominee William Shunn has praised Urbantasm as “a novel of wonder and horror.”

Connor has also authored two other celebrated novels, Hungry Rats and Shattering Glass, as well as Atlas, a collection of short stories.

Connor’s essay “Bathtime” was included in the Picador anthology Voices from the Rust Belt. His work has been published by, Belt Magazine, Santa Clara Review, and elsewhere.

Connor is Director of Gothic Funk Press. He has served on the planning committee for the Flint Festival of Writers and represented Flint’s 7th Ward as its artist-in-residence for the National Endowment for the Arts’ Our Town grant. In 2007, he earned his Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the New School.

Connor lives in Flint, Michigan less than a mile from the house where he grew up.

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