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Welcome to the January 2025 issue of my newsletter, “News from the Crypt,” and please visit Carter’s Crypt, devoted to my horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance work, especially focusing on vampires and shapeshifting beasties. If you have a particular fondness for vampires, check out the chronology of my series in the link labeled “Vanishing Breed Vampire Universe.”
Also, check out the multi-author Alien Romances Blog
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Happy New Year!
N. N. Light’s Book Heaven gave my new Christmas novella, “A Ghost in the Green Bestiary,” a fantastic 5-plus-star review. The reviewer comments, “There’s a sublime gothic vibe to the narration, making it impossible to put down. The world-building is immersive and captured my imagination. The characters, though, are what make ‘A Ghost in the Green Bestiary’ an unputdownable read.”
Ghost in the Green Bestiary Review
Continuing the holiday theme, we have an excerpt from “Little Cat Feet,” my YA fantasy Christmas story, based on the legend that animals can talk on Christmas Eve. The protagonist, Lauren, has run away from home and is trying to get to her grandmother’s house. She has just rescued a stray cat from a pair of cruel boys. The story is in my collection LOVE AMONG THE MONSTERS, which can be found here:
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This month I interview Pam Binder, a multi-genre author who has written books in the “Christmas in the Castle” series and other fiction for the Wild Rose Press (as well as other publishers).
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Interview with Pam Binder:
What inspired you to become a writer?
Very easy question. My maternal grandmother inspired me to become a writer. She was a poet, and when I wrote to her, she would also send the letters back edited. I know that might sound harsh, especially when this started happening when I was seven, but it was a wonderful way for us to connect. She encouraged me to not just write about events in my day, but make them sound interesting and fun.
What genres do you work in?
I enjoy writing in many genres. I am published in Time Travel, Romance, Fantasy, Romantasy Young Adult, Contemporary Romance, Historical which includes, western, Middle Ages, Renaissance, and Regency.
Do you outline, “wing it,” or something in between?
I use a type of outline. I use the scene headings from Blake Snyder’s, Save the Cat, and Christopher Vogler’s A Hero’s Journey. Then I write a scene for each beat. When that is finished I expand my story.
What have been the major influences on your work (favorite authors or whatever)?
I read my first romance novel when I was in the fourth grade. My folks bought a house with a library, and the owner had left all of her books. Her book collection were novels written from the 1940’s. One of the books I selected was Forever Amber, by Kathleen Winsor. Forever Amber is a novel that tells the story of Amber St. Clare, an orphaned young woman who rises from poverty to become a courtesan in the court of King Charles II in 17th century England. Along the way, she has numerous lovers, including a nobleman, a soldier, and the king himself, while keeping her love for the one man she can never have. It was a beautifully written book that was turned into a movie. When my mother discovered I had read the book, the only thing she said was – “Do you have any questions?” I think I loved my mother even more that day. She did not believe in censoring books. From that day forward, I was hooked on historical romances. I even named my first heroine Amber.
Please tell us about your “Christmas in the Castle” novels.
The Christmas in the Castle novels, Christmas Proposal and Christmas Secrets, were fun novels to write. Of course, I made life challenging for my heroes and heroines, but they were strong and could handle a few bumps in the road.
What kinds of research do you do for your historical fiction?
I conduct extensive research. The stories I write take place in cities and countries I’ve visited, which gives me a real sense of place. I also have a room I’ve turned into my home library. The sections cover, the United States, Scotland, England, Ireland, and a few countries in Europe. I have books on weapons and costumes from different time periods, histories of the countries, legends, political and religious trends throughout history, and much more. I know people go on line for their research, but you need to be careful and always check your sources. I believe in books.
How does the process of writing for the shared-world “Haunting of Pinedale High” series work?
I was very lucky and the process with The Wild Rose Press was smooth. They had a clear vision for the series. When I received the contract for Raven Spirit, I was told that my book would be released second. With that in mind, authors under contract met via email to discuss their books. Each of our plots were different. The constant was the location, and a few reoccurring characters. If we mentioned any of these reoccurring characters, we needed to make sure they were described the same in each story. These characters did not have to be main characters.
Tell us about some of the writing workshops you present.
Great question. I teach two 9- month workshops, but I am considering breaking them out into shorter sessions. The first is WRITE YOUR STORY. In this series you will write at least two scenes per class. You have the opportunity to turn in three pages per week that I will review as well as consult with you on your scenes. At the end of WRITE YOUR STORY you will have a finished draft. The second class is called EDIT YOUR STORY, and is designed to help you edit and polish your draft.
What is your latest or next-forthcoming book?
My latest book is Christmas Secrets, which was released on December 11.
What are you working on now?
I am working on both another Christmas Regency, as well as a Romantasy. Look for both in 2025.
What advice would you give to aspiring authors?
Never give up. A keynote speaker at a conference asked this question which I never forgot. “Do you know the difference between a published and unpublished author?” He paused and then said, “The published author never gave up.”
What is the URL of your website? What about other internet presence?
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Some Books I’ve Read Lately:
ARILINN, by Marion Zimmer Bradley and Deborah J. Ross (mainly the latter, given that Bradley died in 1999). An attractive hardback with a full-color illustration printed directly on the cover instead of a dust jacket. I enjoyed this novel more than most other recent releases in the Darkover series; I was especially pleased that it doesn’t take place in the post-WORLD WRECKER era (my least favorite) but in a much earlier period. It’s set before the Ages of Chaos, at a time when Comyn alliances and the Tower system as we know them in books such as THE BLOODY SUN and HERITAGE OF HASTUR are just beginning to develop in a recognizable form. The story concludes with the founding of Arilinn Tower after a sequence of personally and politically traumatic events spanning many years. Ross does an admirable job of holding the reader’s interest over such a long period in the characters’ lives as they undergo drastic changes. Protagonist Leora Hastur, almost fifteen at the beginning of the story, discovers her laran (psychic gifts) unusually late, with a severe bout of “threshold sickness.” Her gifted older half-sister, daughter of their father’s deceased first wife, nurses Leora through the ordeal and helps her begin to control her powers. A feud with a neighboring household that soon erupts into open war leaves Leora scarred physically and mentally by the catastrophic outcome. She’s sent to a Tower for healing and training, while her half-sister goes to a different one to become a Keeper. Although Leora finds happiness and fulfillment at the Tower that she comes to think of as her true home, familial and political circumstances divert her from her chosen vocation. Meanwhile, the destinies of her younger siblings illustrate the various other life pathways open to Comyn offspring. Throughout, tensions with their parents’ expectations complicate the young Hasturs’ lives. Their mother holds particularly rigid views about suitable futures for them, not to mention the stepdaughter she regards coolly at best. The clash between Leora’s role as laran-wielder and her duty to her clan demonstrates the primary value aristocratic families place on young women, as bargaining chips in marriage alliances. This situation leads to the dramatic crisis in which she discovers the full extent of her gift. I found the conclusion completely satisfying, with Leora remaining a sympathetic, down-to-earth character even after her cataclysmic display of power. One quibble about the paratext: The back-cover copy isn’t a conventional blurb. Instead, it’s more like a synopsis, summarizing the entire plot up to the climactic confrontation near the end of the book. Since the novel is published by the MZB Literary Works Trust, I assume Ross herself wrote this material, and I was surprised to see it from such an experienced author. So if you object to spoilers, don’t read the back cover – or the identical summary on Amazon — first!
FEUDS, edited by Mercedes Lackey. The newest Valdemar anthology, with its theme clear from the title. Stories feature Heralds, Bards, Healers, and a handful of ordinary non-gifted folks as protagonists. Some tales are humorous, others darker, but none ends in tragedy. Heralds always manage to sort things out, although not necessarily to the complete satisfaction of all participants. Musical rivalries seem an especially popular topic with these authors. Long-running family grudges run a close second. On the more quirky side, we find a grim rivalry between master clockmakers and a competition between the chefs in a pair of wealthy households, which I especially like. High-profile contributors include Diana Paxson, Elisabeth Waters, and Rosemary Edghill. My favorite story in the volume is Lackey’s own, “Uncivil Blood.” I silently chortled with glee when I realized, a short way into the narrative, that this is a retelling of ROMEO AND JULIET. This anthology offers a can’t-miss treat for Valdemar fans and an entertaining introduction to the series for new readers. As for editorial material, the book includes detailed author biographies at the end but, to my disappointment as usual, no introduction.
GOLDEN LORD, by Mary Jo Putney. This sequel to SILVER LADY is the second installment in her new “Dangerous Gifts” series, set during the Napoleonic era. Characters from the first book reappear, but this novel can be read independently. The “Gifts” are psychic powers. As far as I can tell, in this slightly altered history their existence is generally known, and many people have weak, erratic levels of such abilities as clairvoyance, foresight, etc. The rare truly gifted people, however, are often viewed with suspicion, even regarded as “dangerous.” The series centers on the Tremaynes, a couple dedicated to rescuing neglected or abused gifted children. They find homes for some and bring up others themselves along with their biological offspring. Their oldest daughter, Tamsyn, is the protagonist of GOLDEN LORD. Near the beginning of the story, she and Cade, one of her foster siblings, travel to France on a covert mission. War breaks out between England and France while they’re on the Continent. During their attempt to return home, Cade gets arrested. To save him, Tamsyn poses as a poor but respectable Frenchwoman looking for work. Meanwhile, he falls into the grasp of a psychically gifted enemy agent with a personal grudge against him. Readers might expect Cade’s rescue to form the climax of the book, but as usual Putney devises a more complex story. Psychic torture has impaired his memory. When his long-hidden passion for Tamsyn surfaces, he mistakenly believes she’s his wife instead of his foster sister. Although shocked, as she reveals the awkward truth to him she discovers to her dismay that she harbors hitherto suppressed feelings in return. But how will this development affect the dynamics within their extended family? Must they deny their feelings for the greater good? And what about their highest priority, combatting the threat from Napoleon? Both principal characters are strongly developed and sympathetic, as one would expect from Putney. The wartime suspense and intrigue plotline are well balanced with the untangling and blossoming of the relationship between Tamsyn and Cade. An afterword by the author gives an overview of the historical background of the story. I eagerly look forward to the next volume.
For my recommendations of “must read” classic and modern vampire fiction, explore the Realm of the Vampires:
Realm of the Vampires
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Excerpt from “Little Cat Feet”:
The bigger boy clutched her pendant. “Yo, what’s this? Real silver?”
Her heart pounding furiously, she said, “Don’t touch that.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He broke the chain with a quick jerk.
Lauren writhed in the smaller boy’s grasp. “Give that back!” she cried. “It’s my grandmother’s!”
“Yeah? What’ll you give us for it?” the boy with the buzz-cut asked. Relaxing his hold, he snaked one hand down her front to squeeze a breast, hard, through her shirt. Her head reeled with fear and anger. She kicked the larger boy in the shin, then wiggled around to face the smaller one. She drove a knee into his groin. He doubled over, groaning.
Hey, that really works!
The hefty guy was reaching for her. She shoved the palm of her hand into his nose. The crunching noise made her stomach lurch, but he stumbled backward. Thank God her mom had made her practice those moves.
Mentally giving thanks for her time on the girls’ cross-country team, too, Lauren bolted for the street. She sprinted around the corner and ducked into the next alley she came to. There, she dropped to her knees behind a dumpster and huddled in the deepest pool of shadow.
Unless she got super lucky, they would find her sooner or later. Probably sooner. The snow wasn’t falling heavily enough to cover her tracks right away. Meanwhile, those jerks had her pendant. Grandmama’s pendant. Fresh tears welled in her eyes. She choked down a sob to keep from making a noise that would give her away.
Now that she’d stopped running, the cold hit her anew. She hugged herself and shivered while the wind spattered her with damp snowflakes. She heard the two punks yelling to each other as they searched along the street. Another sound cut into her misery, a low hiss.
Glancing up and rubbing her eyes with a gloved hand, she found the orange tabby staring at her. Its pawprints lined up beside her own footprints. With a flick of its tail, the cat paced toward the far end of the alley.
A female voice said, “This way. Quickly, before those two catch up with you.”
Lauren looked frantically from side to side, searching for the woman who’d spoken.
The cat trotted back to her and rubbed insistently against her leg. “Get up! What are you waiting for? Follow me.” She headed for the alley’s outlet again.
Okay, that cat did not talk. I’m dreaming or losing my mind.
Nevertheless, the animal acted as if it wanted to lead Lauren somewhere, and it wasn’t like she had a better plan. She hauled herself to her feet and hurried after her feline guide. Around the back of the rowhouse that marked one side of the alley, the cat led her to a stoop and a boarded-up door. Behind the boards, the door stood an inch or two ajar. Picking its way up the three concrete steps, the cat nudged a spot where the planks had been broken to create a narrow opening.
“You should be able to fit through this hole, just barely,” the female voice said.
Not the cat. Definitely not. There must be some crazy bag lady ventriloquist hanging around.
The cat disappeared into the house. Kneeling on the stoop, Lauren stretched one arm through the gap. Maybe she could squeeze in there. Just barely, as her guide had said. The sound of the boys’ voices, louder and closer, made her decision for her. She pulled on the splintered plank to widen the hole. After pushing her backpack inside, easing the door open farther in the process, she lay on her stomach and wiggled through the narrow space. Once she turned on her side to fit her shoulders in, she didn’t have much trouble getting the rest of her body through. The boards closed on her like pincers. Luckily, she had layers of clothes to keep her from getting scraped raw. Her heart raced in panic when her hips got stuck.
“Faster,” the guiding voice hissed.
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Margaret L. Carter
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Welcome to the December 2024 issue of my newsletter, “News from the Crypt,” and please visit Carter’s Crypt, devoted to my horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance work, especially focusing on vampires and shapeshifting beasties. If you have a particular fondness for vampires, check out the chronology of my series in the link labeled “Vanishing Breed Vampire Universe.”
Also, check out the multi-author Alien Romances Blog
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Wishing you joyous winter holidays!
No interview this month.
Below is an excerpt from my 2021 Christmas e-book novella, “Chocolate Chip Charm,” which you can find here:
Stacy hears that her old boyfriend, Rob, has broken up with her best friend, whom he was dating. Wanting the best for them, she playfully decides to try a love potion recipe, which she adds to the dough of the cookies she’s baking for the church choir Christmas party. Although it probably won’t work, it can’t hurt, either, can it?
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Some Books I’ve Read Lately:
EMORY’S GIFT, by W. Bruce Cameron. I’ve enjoyed all of Cameron’s dog adventures that I’ve read, especially the trilogy beginning with A DOG’S PURPOSE. Emory, however, is a grizzly bear. Unlike the dog novels, this book doesn’t include any scenes from the animal’s viewpoint. At the age of thirteen, Charlie, whose mother has recently died, meets a bear that appears more than an ordinary beast, almost preternaturally so. The narrative begins, however, with a framing prologue set twenty-five years later, when Charlie has grown up to be a professional zoologist with an ursine specialty. Without this perspective, I would have found the early chapters of the main story almost too sad to continue reading. The prologue and epilogue let us know that (1) Emory definitely doesn’t behave like a typical bear, and (2) in the long run Charlie and his father will turn out all right. In the summer before Charlie starts the eighth grade, shortly after his mother’s death, his dad withdraws into depression and barely interacts with the boy. While walking alone in the woods, Charlie runs across a grizzly bear and remembers wildlife-encounter strategies he learned from his father in happier times. This animal, though, doesn’t act threatening. After Charlie introduces himself to the strangely docile beast and writes his own name with a stick on the ground, the bear scratches the name “Emory” in the dirt. As days and weeks go on, Charlie progresses from feeding the bear to sheltering him in an unused storage shed. Meanwhile, in addition to keeping this secret, Charlie copes with his strained father-son relationship and the school bully who persecutes him. Evidence of Emory’s uniqueness accumulates, eventually convincing Charlie’s father that the bear is no ordinary animal. I found it hard to suspend disbelief in a sapient grizzly bear until the introduction of a paranormal element that makes the premise plausible, at least on its own terms. When Emory’s presence becomes known to the neighbors and the sheriff, wildlife officials appear on the scene, determined to relocate the bear or even euthanize him. He becomes a local celebrity. At the climax, a newsworthy standoff develops between Emory’s defenders and the authorities trying to take him away. After he’s gone (I’m being deliberately vague to avoid spoilers) and the excitement dies down, prevailing opinion holds that Emory must have been an escaped circus bear or that the entire long episode was an elaborate hoax. Only Charlie and his father know the truth. In later years, even Charlie has occasional doubts, but not enough to undercut his faith in the miracle that got him through the worst period of his life, bridging the chasm between his father and himself. His suffering the loss, in a sense, of both parents at once and finding comfort in his strange bond with a wild animal make the story deeply moving. The vivid descriptions of their semi-rural home and the surrounding landscape enhance the emotional intensity.
MY THREE DOGS, by W. Bruce Cameron. This variation on the “lost pets finding their way home” trope contains so many heart-wrenching incidents that I sneaked a peek at the final pages to make certain everything turns out right in the long run. No worries, Cameron never lets his readers down in that respect. Still, the book puts the titular dogs through a series of harrowing ordeals. With a bachelor owner named Liam, the dogs are Australian Shepherd Riggs, Jack Russell Terrier Luna, and Labradoodle Archie, a half-grown puppy rescued by Liam from a neglectful caretaker. When the main story begins (after a prologue introducing Liam and his brother), Liam lives with Sabrina, the first woman he’s been truly in love with, Luna’s special person. Liam’s brother, Brad, who has basically taken care of his younger sibling from their dysfunctional childhood on, doesn’t trust Sabrina not to let his brother down like every other relationship in the past. Liam buys fixer-upper houses, which he remodels and resells. Sabrina, discontented with this unsettled lifestyle, longs for stability. Just as Liam decides to make a certain house a permanent home and propose marriage, a catastrophic event derails his plans. This much we learn from the cover blurb. Again, I’m leaving the details vague because they’d involve too much of a spoiler. Suffice it to say that the dogs end up in a shelter and eventually get adopted into different homes, some less successful than others. Through the heroic efforts of Riggs, determined to reunite the “pack” and return to their person, the dogs find each other. Making their way back to Liam, however, proves even more difficult. The narrative’s alternation among various human and canine viewpoints provides a nice balance between the dogs’ naïve, limited, yet emotionally gripping concept of their plight and the broader perspective we get from the human characters’ experiences. Some readers may feel the plot depends a bit too much on coincidence, but it never stretches far enough to destroy suspension of disbelief. I got the sense that the setting is geographically compact enough to make the dogs’ ability to sniff out each other and their old home credible. In this new novel, Cameron gives us another of the realistically difficult yet ultimately feel-good adventures his fans expect, with his customary deep dive into a canine view of the world.
DARK CARNIVAL, by Ray Bradbury. This book is Bradbury’s first story collection, published in 1947, long out of print, and virtually unobtainable for most of that time. The one exception, a 2001 limited edition from Gauntlet Press, is almost entirely sold out, and the publisher’s website lists a price range of $500 to $1,000. The new release from HarperCollins is an affordable trade paperback. My one disappointment consists of the absence of any editorial material – no introduction or other commentary, not even bibliographic information about the individual stories’ original publication dates and venues. Still, I was thrilled to finally obtain this long-coveted, almost mythical work. Many of the twenty-seven tales, but not all, were reprinted in THE OCTOBER COUNTRY, the collection that made me a Bradbury enthusiast in my early teens. Some stories in DARK CARNIVAL were completely new to me. My favorite in this volume, however, remains “The Homecoming,” the debut of the delightfully creepy Elliott clan of vampires, werewolves, and witches. Like the Addams family, they share a strong kinship bond and project an impression that they consider themselves, rather than mundanes, the normal ones. To my surprise, this originally collected version contains unfamiliar material deleted from the reprint in THE OCTOBER COUNTRY. DARK CARNIVAL includes several other Elliott stories (but not one of the most poignant, “April Witch”). Every Bradbury fan will want to own it, and most devotees of the supernatural and fantastic unfamiliar with his short fiction will surely find something to please them here.
SOUTHERN FRIED CTHULHU, edited by James Palmer. As you might guess, this is an anthology of Lovecraft Mythos stories set in the American South. From the title and the cartoonish cover illustration, I expected mostly humorous tales. On the contrary, very few are, although many of the dark stories contain quirky touches. “The Dukes of Azathoth County,” by Michael Gordon, is one of the funny pieces. Another is “Off the Eatin’ Path,” by Mark Finn, in the form of a restaurant review. An installment in the “Bubba the Monster Hunter” series, by John G. Hartness, set in a sewage-treatment plant, is apparently meant to be funny; I found the scatological alleged humor more disgusting than amusing. Among the dark stories, I especially like “Deep Roots,” by Clay Gilbert, a variation on the archetypal Gothic trope of inheriting a strange old house with dark secrets. I was mildly surprised not to find a single work based on the Louisiana portion of Lovecraft’s ‘Call of Cthulhu.” Two complaints about the format of this trade paperback: Oddly, the authors’ names aren’t listed with their stories in the table of contents, and the typeface, in my opinion, is both too light and too small. However, most HPL fans would probably find this anthology worth reading.
For my recommendations of “must read” classic and modern vampire fiction, explore the Realm of the Vampires:
Realm of the Vampires
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Excerpt from “Chocolate Chip Charm”:
The page was labeled, “To Awaken Love.” She scanned the list of ingredients. Nothing harmful or likely to ruin the taste of the cookies, just ordinary kitchen supplies such as cinnamon for heat, ginger for spiciness and protection, honey for sweetness, and cardamom to allegedly make the user irresistible. Sounds like flavoring for a mince pie. In fact, it sounded too simple to be magic, if there was such a thing. Reading on, she found a note at the bottom stating that passionate intention and a firm will were the most important components. The instructions finished with a charm to recite while mixing the potion. For best results, she should brew it in spring water. Okay, she had a plastic jug of that on hand.
The directions admonished the spellcaster to work with pure motives, seeking the best for the other person, not applying coercion. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m not trying to force them into anything. I only want what’s best for them.
With that mindset, trying a magic spell couldn’t be evil, could it? Besides, her grandmother wasn’t the type to dabble in anything morally dubious.
Stacy reread the whole thing once more, searching for any hidden trap of the kind that always seemed to lurk in fairy-tale enchantments. From all she’d read or heard, magic, like gaming, law, and computer programming, followed rules. This example of it looked safe enough, guaranteeing that the one who consumed the potion would fall in love with the next suitable person he or she saw. Suitable. Good, she’d run no risk of Rob’s developing a mad crush on the church office’s resident cat, like Titania and donkey-headed Bottom in Midsummer Night’s Dream. On the farfetched assumption that this enchantment worked, it couldn’t do any harm. Furthermore, the spell manual claimed the charm would wear off after seven days. In that time, the magical kick-start, if any, should revitalize Rob and Doreen’s mutual affection.
The recipe said to heat the water and pour it over the other ingredients to steep them. Unfortunately, the directions failed to include amounts. Filling a one-cup measure with bottled water, Stacy wondered how much of each spice went with a cup of liquid. I’ll just have to guess and hope the exact proportions aren’t critical. While the water heated in the microwave, she returned to the cookie dough. By the time she’d combined the dry ingredients and chocolate chips with liquid components, then stirred the mixture to even, lump-free thickness, the water for the potion was near boiling.
Deciding on a teaspoon of each flavoring, she scooped them into a sturdy mug and poured in the hot water. The aroma of the spice blend blossomed in the air. After stirring in a spoonful of honey, she inhaled a deep breath of the fragrance.
Pure intentions, she reminded herself. Strong will. She stared into the receptacle with the fiercest concentration she could muster. Okay, I will this magic to give Rob and Doreen the happiness they deserve.
With both hands cupped around the mug, she recited the prescribed incantation, altering the pronouns to invoke the charm on her friends rather than herself: “Be still, clear water. Bring tranquility to their love. Send them understanding of their true wills. Immerse them in the depths of their oneness, so that their troubles may end. So mote it be.”
A wave of lightheadedness swept over her. Her vision blurred, and her fingertips tingled. Rob’s image floated before her mind’s eye…tousled black hair, blue eyes with laugh wrinkles at the corners. A glow like noonday sunlight on a hot beach at midsummer suffused her, with a melting sensation in the pit of her stomach. Whoa! Just good friends, remember? Seconds later, her head cleared. She carefully set the hot cup on the counter. Did something just happen? Glancing around, she saw only the same old cream-colored walls, which needed repainting, the twenty-year-old stove and refrigerator, and the water-spotted sink. Doesn’t look a bit magical, does it? Those sensations must have come from the steam blowing in my face.
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The long-time distributor of THE VAMPIRE’S CRYPT has closed its website. If you would like to read any issue of this fanzine, which contains fiction, interviews, and a detailed book review column, visit the Dropbox page below. Find information about the contents of each issue on this page of my website:
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All Vampire’s Crypt Issues on Dropbox
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“Beast” wishes until next time—
Margaret L. Carter
Welcome to the November 2024 issue of my newsletter, “News from the Crypt,” and please visit Carter’s Crypt, devoted to my horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance work, especially focusing on vampires and shapeshifting beasties. If you have a particular fondness for vampires, check out the chronology of my series in the link labeled “Vanishing Breed Vampire Universe.”
Also, check out the multi-author Alien Romances Blog
To subscribe to this monthly newsletter, please e-mail me at MLCVamp@aol.com, and I will add you to the list.
For other web links of possible interest, please scroll to the end.
Happy American Thanksgiving!
YOKAI ENCHANTMENTS, my three-novella collection of paranormal romances featuring creatures from Japanese mythology, was featured in N. N. Light’s Book Heaven’s Trick or Treat Bonanza event:
Below is an excerpt from one of the included stories, “Kappa Companion.” Heidi, a young widow with one child, Adam, has recently bought a house previously rented by a Japanese family.
No author interview this month. Instead, here’s a Halloween-appropriate character interview originally posted on the Compelling Beasts blog in 2015, with Dr. Roger Darvell, my human-vampire hybrid psychiatrist. The best works for getting acquainted with Roger are the e-book duology TWILIGHT’S CHANGELINGS (comprising full-length novels DARK CHANGELING and its sequel, CHILD OF TWILIGHT):
Twilight’s Changelings from Amazon
Twilight’s Changelings from Other Retailers
And DOCTOR VAMPIRE, an e-book collection of three lighthearted stories reprinted from the NIGHT TO DAWN horror zine:
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Interview with Roger Darvell:
Vampire Specific Questions:
How long have you been a vampire?
Technically since birth, because I am a human-vampire hybrid, not a demon-possessed walking corpse as in those absurd folk legends. In a sense, however, I became a vampire when I learned my true nature and origin at the age of forty. Previously, I thought I was afflicted with an aberrant fetish for blood-drinking—a mutant of some sort, perhaps, because of my psychic talents, but essentially an ordinary man.
Do you drink blood or are you a psychic vampire?
Mainly blood, but a bit of both. The bulk of our nourishment consists of animal blood and occasionally milk. (After all, that’s a bodily fluid too.) We need human blood to thrive, however, although the amounts aren’t large, and it’s the emotional energy carried on the blood that satisfies us. If we’re deprived of that for too long, we go insane.
What’s the worst thing about being a vampire?
The inconvenience of that blasted sunlight sensitivity. Daylight doesn’t kill us, and I’m slightly less bothered by it than a purebred vampire, but direct sun gives me a headache, and prolonged exposure has an effect similar to heatstroke. Also, being naturally nocturnal, I find it uncomfortable to maintain the diurnal waking hours required of a practicing psychiatrist.
What is the best thing about being a vampire?
The ecstasy of sharing blood with my beloved.
Are there many others like you?
Vampires? No more than 10,000 in the world. Like myself, part vampire and part human? I personally know of only three others, one of whom is my own daughter. Interbreeding in nature (as opposed to deliberate hybridization) has been an extremely rare accident.
Are you a magical creature or are you a different species?
A different species living secretly among humankind, extremely long-lived and hard to kill.
Do you enjoy being a vampire?
Yes, now that I have a human partner who freely offers her blood, saving me from the guilt of preying on unwitting victims.
General Questions:
Where are you from?
I was born in France to a female vampire and her human lover, who were murdered when I was about a year old. I was taken to Boston and privately adopted by a human couple, who weren’t aware of my true background, which was why I didn’t know it myself for the first four decades of my life. I earned a medical degree at Harvard; I chose psychiatry as my specialty mainly because the abnormal mind fascinated me on account of what I thought to be my own mental illness.
Do you have a love interest?
Yes, my partner in my psychiatric practice, Dr. Britt Loren. Early in our association as colleagues, she deduced there was something unusual about me, and when she learned of my vampiric nature, she embraced instead of fearing it.
What makes you happy?
Britt’s love, which even after many years together feels like an undeserved miracle. Because of the guilt that plagued me during the decades before I learned my blood-thirst was natural rather than a grotesque aberration, I freely admit that I am—in layman’s terminology—a neurotic mess.
Do you have a code of honor?
In general, I try to follow the moral precepts of my faith, like any man with a strong religious background. (I’m a practicing Catholic.) If I have a vampire-specific code, it’s to refrain from harming anyone in the process of getting the blood I need.
What makes you angry?
Any threat to Britt’s life or welfare.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would travel back in time and ensure that I knew about my true heritage all along, instead of spending all those years in confusion, guilt, and misery.
Name one person you trust.
Aside from Britt, my half-brother, Claude, a purebred vampire who hides in plain sight as an actor in horror films.
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Some Books I’ve Read Lately:
JULIA, by Sandra Newman. This uninformatively titled novel (unless you happen to look at the cover image and note the date “1984” above the protagonist’s name) is an authorized retelling of NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR from the viewpoint of Winston Smith’s lover. Its flipped perspective opens up numerous aspects of the classic work’s dystopian society not revealed through Winston’s eyes in the original. It also answers the reader’s natural question of why Julia would have initiated a love affair with a rather stuffy, far from outgoing man significantly older than herself. Experiencing life in Oceania from her angle, we learn that the Party isn’t the omnipotent, omniscient, inexorable entity Winston makes it seem. It’s as corrupt and inefficient as the bureaucracy of any other dictatorship in history. For Julia, guarding one’s words, actions, and facial expressions is a routine part of everyday life, ingrained from her childhood in a slightly looser but still dangerously fraught rural environment. Flashbacks reveal tragic elements of her past such as her own role in the death of her mother. However, Julia has a “cheerfully cynical” (as another review puts it) attitude toward the Party’s propaganda and the adjustments required to survive under its rule. She takes pride in her skill as a mechanic. In addition to working on novel-writing machines in the Fiction department of the Ministry of Truth, she informally repairs equipment such as the frequently clogged plumbing in her dormitory, which has only two lavatories for all the resident women. Her facade of devotion to the Anti-Sex League doesn’t stop her from enjoying as many casual affairs as she can manage, despite the risk of arrest for sexcrime. I wondered why pregnancy isn’t more of a worry, since contraceptives are illegal. Answer: Many single women who suspect they’re in the early stages of pregnancy seek artsem (artificial insemination). If they’ve actually conceived already, they’re covered; if not, the procedure didn’t “take.” And it seems to be common knowledge that some women volunteering to bear children for the Party are already pregnant. In general, most comrades seem to be acting a role rather than sincerely embracing fervent devotion to the Party. Everybody knows about bribery and the black market, and in relaxed moments they joke about the intricacies of Newspeak. Scenes in the prole neighborhoods reveal how the non-Party working class regards life in Oceania (they despise the Party yet adore Big Brother and mainly just try to get along day to day). From Julia’s viewpoint, Winston comes across as an odd blend of intellectual pretension, naïve idealism, and fatalistic despair. His fascination with forbidden political, philosophical, and literary topics bores her, although she maintains a facade of enthralled interest. While JULIA reads as slightly less dark and claustrophobic than NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR, it’s still set in a dystopian dictatorship pervaded by telescreens and other surveillance devices, where no one can’t afford to trust anybody completely. Nevertheless, it does answer some questions Orwell’s original leaves as nebulous mysteries: Does Big Brother, as an individual, literally exist? (Yes.) Is there really an anti-Party underground, and was its demonized alleged leader, Goldstein, a real person? (Yes.) Is Oceania really at war? Yes, we witness the bombed sections of London, though we never find out if the enemy is Eurasia, Eastasia, or neither. In this grim setting, Julia can’t remain unscathed forever, and readers can’t expect a truly happy ending. However, unlike Orwell’s, this novel’s conclusion offers hope for the future.
THE FOREST OF LOST SOULS, by Dean Koontz. One positive feature of Koontz’s latest thriller: Near-absence of the cartoon-villain sociopathic geniuses bent on destroying the world for their own gain that have tended to dominate his recent novels. Most of the antagonists in this book act out of plausible greed, self-preservation, and/or sadistic pleasure in others’ pain and death. The one sort-of exception, head of a corporation determined to establish a wind farm on a sacred plateau, is a miserably paranoid, perpetually angry multibillionaire obsessed with extending his life by centuries; still, he’s mainly driven by lust for money and power. While Koontz’s fixation on the idea that the world is headed straight for perdition lurks in this novel as in all his recent work, it doesn’t hit the reader over the head so hard as in some of his books. Annoyingly, though, the whole thing is narrated in present tense, including the flashbacks, for no apparent reason. The heroine, Vida, lives alone in the middle of the woods, in a house inherited from the loving, wise great-uncle who became her guardian after the death of her parents in an accident (genuine, no conspiracy involved). For both artistic expression and income, she cuts and polishes gemstones gathered at an abandoned mining site. The locale is an unspecified western state, with wolves and mountain lions roaming the forest. Koontz’s style shows itself to best advantage in the lyrical, elaborate, multisensory descriptions of plants, animals, and landscape. Vida, who once heard from an enigmatic fortune teller that she was destined to become a champion of the natural world, has a quasi-mystical bond with the surrounding terrain and wildlife. A dominant male wolf she has named Lupo frequently visits her with his pack. Another supernatural feature, or perhaps a touch of magical realism, consists of a seldom-seen white mountain lion widely believed to be an incarnation of the angel of death. And of course there are dogs – not Golden Retrievers this time, but a pack of German Shepherd search dogs, whose handler arrives on the scene rather late in the story. Sam is an Afghanistan war veteran with a horribly disfigured face but a kind heart. Outraged by the work the bad guys expect of him, he joins Vida in opposing them. As told in flashbacks, months earlier her fiancé, one of the town’s most influential opponents of the corporation’s project, died in what looked like an accident. He left behind a cryptic note and a gift she hasn’t opened yet. When she discovers the truth of his murder and who was behind it, she becomes a target of conscienceless men who’ll stop at nothing to feed their avarice and guard their power. Her victories against successively escalating attacks are hard-won and satisfyingly plausible. Her final destruction of the Big Bad, however, strikes me as too quick and easy. I didn’t really mind, though, being more than ready for the unrelenting danger to end and for Vida to find peace with Sam and his dogs (no spoiler, any reader of Koontz knows she will).
A CHRISTMAS GHOST STORY, by Kim Newman. This short novel is as absorbing as one would expect of a story by the author of ANNO-DRACULA. For an American reader, in addition to its other qualities it delivers the slightly exotic (to me) pleasure of very British folk horror. It also includes elements of urban legend. Mystery author and single mother Angie lives with her teenage son Rust (short for Russell) on the outskirts of a small town in Somerset. He produces a monetarily successful paranormal podcast for which he conducts meticulous research, eschewing the sloppy sensationalism of many self-styled ghost hunters. The story begins on December first, as they prepare for the Christmas season. They follow their long-established family traditions, e.g., the Advent calendar with chocolates behind the doors, singing parodic Christmas “cruels” in lieu of carols, replacing Rust’s cherished action figures on the mantel with the seasonal cards they receive. This year, though, Rust discovers the first Advent chocolate tastes “off” and unsettles his stomach. That minor disappointment proves the harbinger of strange events that escalate into quiet horror. A new creepy card with a disturbing or downright threatening message, unsigned, arrives in the mail every day. The pictures of snow-covered woods change from a merely gruesome dead-looking robin on a branch to the Holly Child, a “twiggy” snowman accompanied by ominous stick figures, growing gradually more distinct and closer. Angie soon realizes this phenomenon duplicates the plot of a TV Christmas ghost story that terrified her in childhood. However, nobody else remembers this episode of the horror anthology series, and Rust’s online research can’t find any reference to it. Although a true ghostlike apparition doesn’t show up until near the end, the fear of persecution by some unknown force slowly builds day by day. Amid futile and increasingly desperate attempts to intercept the mail carrier and learn the source of the cards, Angie’s mental state deteriorates from upset to practically unhinged. Tension mounts even higher when a snowstorm knocks out the electricity, exacerbating fear with isolation and privation. At the climax, passage into a dreamlike realm reveals the truth about the “ghost” and the surprising origin of the cards. Unfolding the mundane and the supernatural in parallel, this story intertwines a fraught mother-son relationship with a delightfully twisted variation on a traditional Christmas in a modern English village.
HERE THERE ARE MONSTERS, by Amelinda Berube. Like Berube’s YA vampire novel THE ONES WHO COME BACK HUNGRY (reviewed last month), this book focuses on a pair of teenage sisters, in this case in a more overtly love-hate relationship. Sixteen-year-old Skye begins her story on “the night my sister disappears,” with her narrative of current ongoing events in present tense and flashbacks in past tense. Her parents blame her for falling asleep and failing to notice when thirteen-year-old Deirdre left the house, and naturally Skye also blames herself. At the same time, she hates being held responsible for the sister who, as Skye sees it, has dominated and messed up her life for years. Deirdre has a fantastic imagination. She invented an elaborately detailed fantasy kingdom that she rules with Skye as her champion, the Queen of Swords. For years Skye enthusiastically joined in this game, but she’s tired of it and of serving as her sister’s protector from real-life bullies as well as playing an imaginary knight in shining armor. Deirdre clings to her created world with a fierce insistence on its reality more like that of a much younger child. Her emotional volatility makes her seem younger than her chronological age, too. With the family’s recent cross-country move, their parents hope a fresh start in a new school will straighten out Deirdre. Skye regards the relocation as a chance to establish an identity of her own separate from her weird kid sister, since they’ll now be attending different schools. Adhering to the “script” of how teens are supposed to act with and speak to each other, Skye manages to make a few friends, but she’s always on guard. Meanwhile, Deirdre continues to demand participation in the old game and shows sulky resentment of Skye’s new companions. The days and weeks after the disappearance, with a pile of leaves and twigs left in Deirdre’s bed reminiscent of the stick figures she was constantly building, are pervaded by real-world fearful events: Police and other searchers swarm the neighborhood and repeatedly question the family. Friction and mutual blame haunt interactions among Skye and her parents, alternating with futile attempts at normalcy. Awkward relations with her peers become severely damaged by mistrust. Skye keeps secrets about the past with Deirdre at their old school, especially one unpardonable thing she did to defend her sister, which is hinted at but not revealed until well into the book. Forbidden to search for the missing girl, Skye sneaks into the woods and of course gets caught. As in THE ONES WHO COME BACK HUNGRY, the protagonist knows her lost sister is out there somewhere, but she can’t tell the adults the basis for her belief. In another parallel to the vampire novel, Skye alienates her friends and must struggle to regain their trust in order to rescue Deirdre. Here’s where the supernatural element comes to the fore. “They” – entities in the woods, creatures born of Deirdre’s powerful imagination – have taken her, and they demand a terrible price to consider returning her. Is rescue possible? And if Skye manages to restore Deirdre, can fractured relationships ever be repaired? This novel is true horror, arguably even darker than THE ONES WHO COME BACK HUNGRY.
For my recommendations of “must read” classic and modern vampire fiction, explore the Realm of the Vampires:
Realm of the Vampires
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Excerpt from “Kappa Companion”:
Heidi woke to a bloodcurdling yowl. Heart pounding, she sat up in bed. After a second, she realized the noise wasn’t a remnant of a monster in a nightmare, but a cry from the cat. She’d never heard Ebony make a sound like that before. Maybe she’s protecting us from a wild, fierce mouse. She hoped not. The pre-sale home inspection hadn’t reported any pests. The caterwauling receded along the hall and down the stairs, then stopped.
Heidi lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for her breath and pulse to slow to normal. Now that Ebony had fallen silent, though, a different sound wafted from the hallway. Singing.
Sitting up again, Heidi strained her ears. A child’s soprano voice sang in a language she didn’t recognize. “Adam?” No answer. The voice grew fainter and faded away.
She extracted a flashlight from the nightstand and crept to the closed bedroom door. Leaning against it, she didn’t hear anything. She stepped into the hall and switched on the flashlight, not wanting to wake Adam with the overhead light if he’d slept through the cat’s cries and the song, assuming he hadn’t done the latter himself.
Tiptoeing toward his room, she glanced at the floor, which showed traces of water at regular intervals. At first sight, they looked like child-size wet footprints. Had Adam made the tracks after his bath? Surely she would have noticed them before, though, and anyway they would have dried by now. She nudged his partly open bedroom door farther ajar and peeked in. In the faint glow of the night light, he lay sprawled on his side, breathing deeply and evenly, with no sign of faking sleep. Also, when she thought to check the floor inside his room, that space showed no wet marks. Withdrawing into the hall, she found the tracks already drying.
After going downstairs to check all the doors, which were locked the way she’d left them, she returned to her own bed, shaking her head in bewilderment. If he wasn’t singing, what did I hear? The TV? She didn’t think she’d become so absent-minded at the age of thirty-four that she would leave the set on and forget doing it. Maybe the cat had stepped on the remote control in the living room just long enough to switch the TV on and off. And if she’d been pawing in her water bowl and then taken a stroll upstairs, that could explain the wet spots. Sure, blame it all on the cat. Considering the hypothetical identification of “Zashi” as the name of a ghost child, she emphatically preferred blaming the cat over suspecting a mischievous spirit.
She’d poured every dollar she could spare into the house. What would she do if it was actually haunted? Sue the home inspector for missing that problem? Abandoning her investment like a hysterical heroine in a horror movie wasn’t an option. She dismissed the whole idea with a shaky laugh. This place is our fresh start. There can’t be anything wrong with it. No way would I accept that—even if I did believe in ghosts, which I don’t.
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“Beast” wishes until next time—
Margaret L. Carter