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Headlines from the CROSS-CONTINUUM DIGEST: Highlights of news reports from randomly selected alternate universes:
New France and New Spain negotiate Mississippi River compact.
Vampire anti-discrimination torchlight march on Washington.
First werewolf elected to Congress.
President-elect Harris announces transition team.
Texas secedes from Confederacy, establishes independent republic.
Russian premier and military high command exposed as lizardfolk.
Victorious Gilead rebels invite U.S. government-in-exile to return.
Dolphins protest Chesapeake Bay wind farms.
Oceania declares war on Eastasia.
Nova Roma signs trade agreement with Vinland.
Galactic Federation envoy invites Earth to join community of solar systems.
World Health Organization announces eradication of COVID-19.
Reservation for endangered dragons established in Yellowstone National Park.
Miskatonic University Antarctic expedition discovers secret Nazi base wiped out by shoggoths.
Barely one million survive after asteroid collides with Earth.
Galactic Federation envoy visits Earth, determines “No intelligent life here,” pledges to return in 100,000 sidereal years.
“Oh, not again!” Suellen frowned at the solitary goldfish floating upside down in his bowl. After a life of less than two months, Jaws Five had followed Jaws One, Two, Three, and Four to the deluxe aquarium in the sky. He’d looked fine, as far as she could judge piscine health, when she’d settled at her computer that morning for the day’s work from home.
“Damn, Tyler will have an epic meltdown,” she muttered as she netted and removed the deceased. If only her husband, Jim, would spring for an actual aquarium. He insisted it wouldn’t be worth the money for animals destined to die soon anyway. Self-fulfilling prophecy, much?
Naturally their son’s aquatic pets tended to suffer short lives while confined to a cramped bowl with no accessories except floating seaweed fronds and a plastic treasure chest. Suellen’s conscientious changing of the water and monitoring of the food could do only so much to make up for the inadequate habitat.
She couldn’t face Tyler’s anticipated reaction to another dead fish. After wrapping the diminutive corpse in foil and stuffing it deep into the garbage can, she considered her options. She had at least an hour before Jim got off work, picked up Tyler from afterschool care, and made it home.
“Fine, I’ll resort to the obvious.” Grabbing her purse, she hurried to the car and drove to the mall. Surely the pet store where they’d bought Jaws Five and his predecessors would have a doppelganger for sale. One goldfish looked pretty much like another. His only distinguishing mark had been a black streak on his tail.
Fortunately, at the shop she found a look-alike replacement. Half an hour later, she was back, introducing Jaws Five-Point-One to his new home. A sigh of relief escaped her when he darted to the surface of the water and eagerly gobbled the food flakes she sprinkled on the surface.
“Now, will you please make a good-faith effort to live more than a few weeks?”
To her surprise, a “glug” noise answered her.
“Was that you?” The fish, of course, didn’t respond.
The sound repeated. A dripping faucet in the kitchen, maybe? Suellen looked around.
A water-filled bubble floated in the air. Inside it, a translucent goldfish with a black-streaked tail undulated as if swimming to a phantom destination.
“Oh, my God, I’m being haunted by the ghost of a fish!” Unless she was dreaming, but the pinch test hinted otherwise, and she didn’t habitually fall asleep on her feet in the late afternoon.
One by one, four similar bubbles popped into existence. They circled her like miniature moons revolving around a human-shaped planet. She flailed her arms and turned lightheaded with terror when her hands swept through the apparitions. “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t kill you!” They only tightened the circle until they practically covered her face. A chorus of glugs drowned out her screams. A torrent of water poured over her. She wrapped her arms around her head and closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she found herself submerged in water. A panicked gasp sucked in a gulp of liquid, yet she didn’t choke on it. It flowed smoothly over her gills.
Gills?
A ribbon of seaweed rippled nearby, while Jaws Five-Point-One swam back and forth beside her. She stared out through the distorting curve of glass. Through the water, sounds reverberated. The front door slammed, followed by footsteps, then Jim’s voice calling her name.
When she tried to answer, nothing came out but “glug.”
A face warped into a fun-house shape pressed against the bowl and peered at her. “Hey, Dad, why do we have two fish now? And where’s Mom?”
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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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