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Friday, July 19, 2013

Interview with Stavros - Dead Girl Book Tour & Giveaway



Welcome to IAB. I'm so glad you could stop in today to chat. May I offer you a beverage?

Zombie Blast – feeling a bit undead after last night



Now that we are settled in, let's get to know you better. In case you missed Stavros when he stopped in with Vampire News Network...;)

BK: Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.

Parking lot of Extended Stay America hotel in Indianapolis. I’m at Days of the Dead – making fangs and pimpin’ books and art.

BK: Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything in its place?

I keep it fairly organized. Things have their place, but I’ve got piles of stuff that need organizing and attention, and my desk is covered in sticky notes.

BK: What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need to write?

Tea. I’m barely human without it. So, it’s become a part of the ritual now. As I write I read everything aloud, for flow and syntax, so a constant glass of hot tea in the colder months and iced tea during the hotter months really helps keeps my voice sharp.

BK: Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background noise?

Unfortunately, I have to write in silence. But the odd thing is that while I’m writing it’s not silent. I hear the character’s conversations, their inner monologues, the crunch of asphalt under the soles of their shoes, their breathing; if they drive the rev and roar of the car, tires screeching around a bend, etc. It is all very active and exciting.

BK: Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.

The main heroine in the One Blood Series, or rather, anti-hero, is Lin – Linnet Pevensey. She’s the predominant vampire character within Blood Junky and Love in Vein. Though the books span her entire life, when we are introduced to her she is in a transitional place. Not necessarily dark, but definitely unhappy and looking for change. She’s plagued by memories from a horrific sandstorm that raged on May 9th & 10th, 1934, and the massacre of an entire farming village at the hands of the vampires that she was traveling with. Out of sheer survival she partook in the slaughter at the end of it, as the winds were dying. So, she’s been living with that guilt, as well as other deaths on her conscious.
Vampires in their society of covens do not need to hunt humans to feed or to kill. There are safe houses in most cities and they can easily order blood and have it delivered, much how we order pizza – either in packets for cold storage or from Sanglants, blood lenders, basically blood whores. The Service provides for their nocturnal needs, and if a vamp wants the thrill of a hunt or something with an edge, they can order a Game. In a game, the events are acted out through scenario and role play, much the same way that a prostitute will put on a show or character for their John. Though instead of the final pay off being sex, in a game from The Service the final pay off is the transfer of blood, the feeding. Vampires also have willing consorts. So, murdering a group of people is not necessarily a part of the norm. This is not to say that it doesn’t happen. A predator mentality is still a predator mentality. And given enough time anything can happen to anyone, despite the best laid plans and intentions of any given social structure.
So when we meet Lin she is feeling that pull to return to New Mexico, to the site of the massacre, as she has been doing since the 50’s every decade or so. Before she started returning to the scene of the crime, Lin hooked up with a young vampire, simply named, Z. Z is a hellcat. She’s a murdering bastard – takes whatever she wants when she wants it and doesn’t think twice. Lin is a product of highborn Eighteenth Century renaissance. She came into being a Child of Evensong after years as a consort to the Vam Pŷr, Dominique De’Paul, who was crucial in creating the Vampire Council and The Service. Lin grew up with a different outlook and a moral center, even though she’s abandoned it during her time with Z to deal with the baggage from the 1934 massacre. She’s dealing with her ghosts, looking for redemption. And like most of us, she doesn’t know what to do in order to get it. Every time she tries to do the right thing something happens. In my stories, Karma is in full effect. So the sins of the past do come back and take their toll.
In Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge, Jamie Lund wakes up dead and once she comes to that grim understanding, she sets off to find the man that murdered her. She’s decaying through the entire book.
So, in each of my novels my characters – whether they are the main or supporting cast – are dealing with things. They have to be, each and every single one of them, I write high, intense drama.

BK: As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through stumble blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character trying to fight you, how do you correct it?

I don’t really have any of those issues. My process is about the surrendering of ego. I also trust my process and trust that the story came to me because I was the one meant to birth it. I understand that there is a gestation period, that things flare up and cool off – a natural ebb and flow. I’ve learned to appreciate those times and nest the story, prepare, you could say, to give birth. So when I write, I simply try to be the best medium for the story to flow through – the best tool. I screw it up when I start putting my likes, dislikes, and ideas into the mix. The story needs to be its own thing, and I respect that. Now, that doesn’t mean that I don’t lead it sometimes. I do. Though, ultimately, I am in service to tale. It is about the story and not me at all.

BK: Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your books..

S – Sexy, Sultry, Sordid Stories
T – Told through intense passion and
A – Ardor that paint
V – Vivid and Vivacious images within one’s own
R – Roaming mind; so Rich and captivating that Reader’s become
O – Obsessed to where they can’t stop the tale and wind up
S – Spending Several Sleepless night’s turning page after page after page!

BK: How did your writing journey begin?

I wrote my first poem when I was suspended from seventh grade, raking the yard as punishment. And the yard was deep set in a forest and had a baseball sized clearing. It took days.

BK: Using the letters from the word, Summer, how would friends and family describe you?

Dear God, I have no idea. But they might call me a broke work-a-holic.

BK: What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got published or not?

In Love in Vein, Lin’s psyche fractures and she starts having conversations with the ghost of a dead vampire. That’s pretty nuts. The vampire even appears to her in the condition as she had died, beheaded. So, it gets crazy fairly quickly. Besides that, I’ve written some wild off the wall, fly by the seat of your pants poetry – introspective cosmic surfer ramblings channeled through the left tit of Monty Python’s John Cleese while holding a cheese grater and Halibut.

BK: Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most surprised to know.

I was living in Pennsylvania for nine months during the early nineties and was a carpet installer at the time. Work was slow and my roommate and I got the wild idea to start photocopying money with my color copier. He also started watching To Live And Die in LA on an infinity loop throughout the whole thing too. Which was kind of creepy and weird after awhile. We eventually bagged up all the Monopoly-looking money in a garbage bag with other house trash and our other roommate dumped it in a dumpster behind her work. It just so happened that a homeless man was living in that particular dumpster and found the copies.
As it was told to me, from the officer that called me up once I had returned to Maryland, a homeless man got caught while trying to pass off the photocopied, phony money, and they were tracking down all the leads. I told him all I knew, and at the time, he said that they weren’t going to prosecute and that he’d “get back” to me. Two weeks later, he called me up and asked if I wouldn’t mind driving the 2.5 hours up to Harrisburg. PA so that he could arrest me. I drove up there, was printed, booked, and photographed, and then drove home. During court, the Judge yelled at the prosecuting officer for wasting government funds. I got a year’s worth of parole visits and slapped with a federal criminal rap. I’m working on a true-to-life based comedy screenplay about it all. That was nuts.

BK: What can we expect from you in the future?

Hopefully, more books. I love writing and I get amazing reviews, and people seem to dig what I’m doing when I talk with them at shows. Though, having the time to write is more of an economic thing than a creative thing. In order to have the time to write, I have to afford it. So right now I’m working on that, trying to get my small – incredibly small, independent press and fang-making business – off the ground. If someone buys a book from me using Amazon, I potentially have the awesome wonder of earning a total of .50 for all of my years and decades of hard work, per book. Seriously. So, getting people interested in buying from me direct through Crazy Duck Press.com is proving challenging. With Amazon being the greedy bastards that they are, I’m not living a writer’s dream anytime soon. Though, I hate to admit it, it is getting in the way of me cranking out more books. I seem to have some kind of invisible force-field surrounding all online sales for me. So, I’m trying to leap over that or tear it down by pushing it out there. I truly only make book sales one person at a time at live events. That’s arduous. Cool, that I get to meet so many wonderful fans, but ardous. So…what’s the future looking like…Monster.com. But then again… the feature film project for Love in Vein, could get fully funded and then it’s off the rails. The LIV film project is moving forward, and it’s looking good, but it’s taking its sweet ole time. Now, having said that, I have to give props to CA, who is doing a great job producing, she did just hire a casting director and line producer, so…who knows. ; ]

This or That...

Coke or Pepsi? Tea.

Night Owl or Early Bird? Both. Sleep is over-rated and I’ll get enuff once I’m dead.

Fantasy or Mystery? I like my mysteries to be fantastical and all of my fantasies have a ‘lil bit of mystery.

Pen/Paper or Computer? All. Even crayon. Whatever gets it out and down.

Pizza or Burger? The Pizza Burger is an amazing thing at 3a.m. with a Guiness.

Rock or Country? METAL!

Chocolate or Vanilla? Swirl.

Beach or Mountains? Oooooh? That is incredibly hard. I have lived near or on both, and each offer something for the soul. So…I’m gonna fall back and punt this one, and say….outer space.

Thank you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been great getting to know more about you and your books, and hope you will come back when the next release is out (*hinthint*)

Thank you, BK. It was an honor and a pleasure! V””V

Wishing you much success!


BK Walker



Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge

Written by Stavros
Illustrated by Charles Hearn

Genre: Horror/Thriller

Publisher: Crazy Duck Press (CDP)
Date of Publication: August 2011
ISBN: 9780982812198

Number of pages: 266

Cover Artist and Illustrator: Charles Hearn




Book Description:
Death was a dream of sleep where the eternally dying dream the sleep of death.  The undeniable evidence in the stillness of her being, the stark paleness of her complexion, and the lack of blood pooling from her cuts after climbing through the window whispered dark truths in her ears.  Rigor Mortis.  There was nothing familiar to Jamie about her skin.  Time and time again, she found herself asking what had happened, only to arrive at the hard won conclusion that she, Jamie Lund, wasn’t alive anymore.  Somehow in the foolhardy night, she’d been a dumb girl.  She’d gotten herself killed…

From the mind of Stavros, the critically acclaimed author of Blood Junky, comes a new twisted tale of horror and adventure.  An average girl, living in the city is murdered.  Nothing new, right?  It happens every day.  Just another statistic.  That is…until she woke up dead.

Trapped within her own decaying shell, the dead girl struggles to piece together the awful events of her untimely death and hunt down the man responsible.  Armed only with a kiss from an ancient Egyptian God, a pockmarked memory, her ex-boyfriend, and a murder of crows Jamie Lund comes face to face with something more terrifying and real than mere death…she suffers the agony of being undead!

With twelve black & white illustrations and a full colored cover from tattoo artist, Charles Hearn, this sardonic tale comes alive like no other zombie story, popping from the page with stunning, unnatural brilliance.  Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge will keep the reader on the edge of their seat suspended in this unique supernatural thriller.



Praise for Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge…





“A Bittersweet punch with a suspenseful plot and somber romance, showing us the vulnerable perspective of death from the other side. Definitely, not to be missed!” -Tara Lindsey Hall; Writer/Editor

“I couldn’t put it down. I loved it. You are a great writer. Can’t wait to read the next one.” -Bethany Tanner-Evanko, a Facebook Post

“Just wanted you to know…I was about to wrap Dead Girl in festive Christmas paper but decided to read the first page...now I'm on page 88 and I'm keeping the book...and I'm not going to bed anytime soon.” -Sabrina Buckman, a Facebook Post on Dec 21, 2011

“WOW! Holy shit…Thank you for this. Thank you for bringing forth a story that more than restores my faith in a type that has gnawed at my entrails for over a decade. It was different, it was refreshing, it was a damn awesome break from the “same old, same old” crap this genre is filled with. It’s so hard to find an original zombie tale any more. And even harder to find someone who can make an old story their own in some personal way. But this? Definitely not the same old crap.”
-C. Dulaney, author of the Roads Less Traveled series

“OMZG! (Oh My Zombie Goodness) I absolutely Loved this book. Dead Girl is not the conventional zombie book, but a great one! It’s a book of mystery and revenge with Egyptian influence felt within the pages. Plus the actual attention to detail of rigor mortis and decomposition of the body is spot on and a great additive to the book. I love this book and highly recommend it to anyone who loves a good revenge tale. Plus I couldn't put the book down!”
-Sunshine Rose, Chicago, ILL. April 2013











About the Author- Stavros:


Notorious Poet.  Fool.  Born in Washington DC.  Stavros was a writer and editor for The Independent Underground Magazine.  Raised in Southern Maryland, he fled the Chesapeake Bay to the wilds of the New Mexican desert.  He is a single father of two, whose poetic works have been published in several online and print publications, including Central Avenue, The Sword That Cuts Through Stone, Poets Against The War, Conceptions Southwest, The Mynd, Imagine: Creative Arts Journal, and Bartleby, where he won a specialty award for his poem, Blackbird.
In 1999, he won an Official Selection into the Writer’s on the Edge Festival for his play, The Redline.  In 2001, he created the Poetry Television Project for public cable access in Albuquerque, NM.  All eight volumes of Ptv’s ground-breaking show were broadcast to over 100,000 viewers on a network of regional PAC channels throughout the Southwest and Baltimore.  He helped to launch Unpublished Magazine, sponsored the monthly poetry series, The Word Café, in the Duke city, and produced a political compilation, Poetic Democracy.  In 2007, he released the award-winning documentary film, Committing Poetry in Times of War.
In 2010, he launched the production management company, Organic Ghetto, and released its first imprint, Crazy Duck Press, with his first novel, Blood JunkyBlood Junky received exceptional praise and review, even being called "one of the best vampire novels ever written," by Living Dead Media.  The following year he helped to launch BioGamer Girl, undertook a bigger East coast tour where he began selling his original photographic art, and released two new novels through Crazy Duck Press.  Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge features a stunning full-color cover and twelve black and white illustrations from tattoo artist, Charles Hearn.   Blood Junky’s sequel, Love in Vein, cemented the One Blood series with its continuation of the story, garnering such review as to claim that the book and the series is "comparable with, and at times surpasses, the 'Vampire Chronicles' by Anne Rice."
In 2012, Stavros joined forces with the Vampire Professor, Bertena Varney, M.A.M.Ed, to co-create the nonfiction annual anthology, Vampire News, and officially became a Fangsmith with the creation of Organic Ghetto's second imprint, Kaos Kustom Fangs.  He rounded out the year by writing and editing screenplays for the One Blood Transmedia Project, recording Dead Girl as an audio book, and undertaking his biggest national marketing campaign, The Book & Fang Tour.
In 2013, he and the Vampire Professor released the second volume of Vampire News: The (not so) End Times Edition and is currently working on writing and growing his imprints.   Stavros is also a musician who has scored commercials, film shorts, documentaries, and television programs.
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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Book Tour & Interview with Author Brett Davis - Mama Lona's Man




Welcome to Immortality and Beyond. May I offer you a drink?
  • Vampires Wind
  • Witches Brew
  • Zombie Blast


Of those three, of course I have to choose Zombie Blast. Thank you. Whew, it has a little kick to it! Thank you for having me here today.

BK: Thank you for taking time to chat with us. Just wait until later Brett, when they really sneak up on you! When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

Since I was pretty young. For a while there it was a tossup between being a writer or being an artist, but writer won out.

BK: Please tell us a little bit about your current release...

It’s a paranormal romance about a young woman who accompanies her father on a secret government mission to a remote Caribbean island, only to run into a legendary zombie that she happens to fall in love with. I describe it as a bit James Bond, a bit “How Stella Got Her Groove Back” and a dash of “Night of the Living Dead.”

BK: It sounds fantastic, and right up my alley. What inspired this particular novel/book?

My initial inspiration for this book was a series of James Bond books printed in the 1950s and 1960s that my uncle gave me a long time ago. They are quite different in tone from the films, a little more like travelogues rather than action-packed books, although there’s plenty of action as well. I wanted to try to capture a little bit of that by creating a secret-agent type hero who not only isn’t killed, he literally can’t be killed because he’s already dead. When I decided to make it a paranormal romance, it all came together.

BK: How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?

I don’t try to write differently from anyone else, I just think of stories that interest me and then kick them around for a while in my head, making sure they are strong enough to support a long-form narrative. It has to be something that can hold my attention for months, even years, and then I hope it can have the same effect on others.

BK: What was the hardest thing about writing this story?

I think finding the true center of the story was the hardest. Initially I wrote it purely as a James Bond-style adventure, but it wasn’t until I recentered it around a romance between my leading characters that it truly came to life and gained a beating heart.

BK: Hmmm. A Zombie with a beating heart *tapping finger on chin* Interesting. Which character was your favorite to write for in this story? Why?

Do I have to give back my Zombie Blast if I cheat and say the two lead characters? My zombie man was fun because I created a new type of zombie, one that’s not all rotting, and my leading lady was inspiring because of the choice she has to make at the end.

BK: I promise you can keep your drink, LOL. I love the whole surmise. Tell us about the one scene you had the most fun writing…

The last fight scene. It was fun because I had invented a new bit of zombie lore, and was able to put it into use in that scene. I don’t want to give away too much, but I’ll tease it by saying that because of this voodoo thing I invented, my zombie man can fly!

BK: OMG, I cannot wait to read it. Will this become a series? If so, what inspired it to be a series? OR If it is a series, what inspired it to become a series?

As I mentioned, my initial inspiration for this book was a series of James Bond books, so I had always intended for this to be a short series. I do have a definite end in mind, I just want to have some fun getting from here to there. And visit some interesting places along the way.

BK: I love it! Now for a little fun, and into your everyday life, What is a day in your life like?

Busy. I edit a magazine devoted to robots and unmanned systems, and do communications related to that as well, so that occupies most of my day. I also get to travel as part of that, and am hoping to tap some of those experiences for this series. Each book in a new, exotic locale!

BK: What do you like to do when you're not writing?

Last year I wrote a movie script and decided just to shoot it myself. So I was lucky enough to assemble a talented team of actors and we shot it. Now I need to edit it and get it out there. It’s kind of “Dracula” meets “The Jersey Shore.”

BK: Okay, you've sold me. I'm a fan already! Multi-talented! Brilliant! What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

I can answer the ancient question, what is the sound of one hand clapping? Seriously, I can clap with one hand. It’s something you really have to see in person. If you see me at a convention somewhere, ask me about it.

BK: I most definitely will *chuckles*. What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author?

I read very widely and randomly so it’s hard to pick out one thing or one author. I might read Jane Austen one day and Stephen King the next. Right now I’m reading Game of Thrones and enjoying it greatly. It’s been keeping me up at night.

BK: I love those kind of books! What is one piece of advice you can give to aspiring writers/authors?

Don’t give up. If you enjoy the writing process, there’s no reason to stop doing it, even though it can be rough at times. You may get discouraged but as long as you enjoy the journey, it’s worth taking. And, try to write as often as possible, daily if you can do it.

BK: What are you currently working on?

The next adventure in the “Mama Lona’s Man” series. And the one after that. And my movie.

BK: Where can readers connect with you?

My blog is located at http://mamalonasman.blogspot.com/. Please stop by! And thank you again for this opportunity.

BK: I can't wait to check out your book, and hopefully we'll get to see your movie on the big screen one day! It was great getting to know you better Brett! We wish you much success, and invite you to come back when the next book is out OR you're movie is out :).

About the Author

Brett O’Neal Davis is a native of Florence, Ala., and attended the same high school as Sam Phillips, who discovered Elvis Presley. He studied journalism at the University of North Alabama and the University of Missouri, writing about music whenever possible. He also briefly “fronted” the one-man punk band Screwhead. Despite clearing $1.50 in profit on consignment sales of the band’s lone album at Salt of the Earth Records in Columbia, Mo., he turned to the slightly more stable world of aerospace and defense journalism, working today in the field of unmanned systems and robotics in Washington, D.C.

He is the author of four science fiction and fantasy novels, all published by Baen Books. The first, The Faery Convention, was listed among the best fantasy novels for 1995 by Science Fiction Chronicle, and Two Tiny Claws was named to the 2000 Books for the Teen Age List by the New York Public Library. An occasional panelist at area science fiction conventions, he also has discussed fiction writing at National Press Club events and at literary festivals, including the annual T.S. Stribling celebration at the University of North Alabama. Mama Lona’s Man is his first foray into paranormal romance, but it won’t be the last.





Mama Lona's Man
The Straw Man Series Book One
Brett O'Neal Davis

Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 9781301347049
ASIN: B00AH01DKE

Number of pages: 219
Word Count: 74,000

Cover Artist: Cate Meyers


Book Description:

Mama Lona’s Man combines a Caribbean love story with a zombie thriller. It’s a bit James Bond, a bit "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" and a dash of "Night of the Living Dead.

The leading man is a ex-Navy SEAL controlled by a witch doctor. When he meets an American girl caught up in island intrigue, they fall in love even though he's been dead longer than she's been alive.

Excerpt One

Abigail cautiously opened the bathroom door. The large men were gone. A guard rushed down the hallway past her without even glancing in her direction. She heard shouts echoing off the walls. She was beginning to think she wasn't going to get that ride home after all.

She heard what sounded like machine gun fire down the hall, coming from what she thought was the outside of the house. Looking behind her she saw that while the bathroom was large it offered no place to hide. She could sit on the toilet and try to wait out whatever was going on, or she could go deeper into the mansion and find a place to hide or a way out. Another machine gun burst, this one accompanied by the grunt of a man in pain, settled the question. She opened the door and ran down the hall, heading for what she hoped would be safety.

Having some knowledge of how the president's house was laid out would have been helpful. After a few minutes, Abigail realized that she was just circling around a large inner courtyard where fighting was taking place. She hid behind a sizable marble column and peeked around it. The president's guards—she recognized them from their uniforms—were arrayed against what looked like a ragtag militia, although one that was equally well armed. The militia members had no uniforms, just ratty T-shirts and stained khaki pants. The guards were hidden behind the furniture, including several overturned tables, and fired wildly through the front windows and doors. Everything was in tatters. The windows and doors were now nearly nonexistent, the drapes looked like moths the size of Mothra had eaten them and the furniture was riddled with bullets, although it was holding up surprisingly well. The guards no doubt were glad that their boss had not cheaped out on the décor.

The militia was not making much progress. One of its members would briefly appear in a window or door, get off a shot or two and fall back. The guards, for all their firing, did not seem to actually hit anything and the militia members were no better. The noise was incredible, like an indoor thunderstorm, but as far as Abigail could see hardly anybody had actually been hit yet. She was just about to try to find her way out through the back of the mansion, leaving the guards and militia men to their target practice, when something amazing happened.

One of the militia men went suddenly went flying to the side, losing his rifle in the process. He didn't seem to be shot. It looked like someone had just grabbed him from behind and flung him into the air. A few seconds later, a man walked right through the middle of the room. The combatants were so stunned by his presence, and his audacity, that they stopped firing. He was unusual not just for standing up in the middle of a firefight but because he was the only white man in the room. He was young, about Abigail's age, with straight, sandy-blonde hair that was a little disheveled. He wore a stained blue T-shirt and dark green pants but no shoes or socks. He seemed to have no weapons of any kind except his muscles—the T-shirt and pants revealed that he was lean and fit. Abigail was pretty sure he was also about to be dead, but still no one fired. The man stood still and gazed around the room as if in a daze. He did not seem surprised, or even particularly interested, to find himself in the middle of a small war. Not finding anything in the room of interest to him, he started to move on, heading for the doorway just to Abigail's right. That was when one of the guards remembered that he was supposed to keep people out of the house. He stood up and fired two shots into the man's chest.

Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see her first dead body. She waited for the thump of the young man falling to the floor but it didn't happen. She opened one eye; he was still on his feet. Maybe those weren't muscles showing through his shirt, maybe they were actually the ridges of a bulletproof vest. The man walked over to the guard, who had a stunned look on his face, picked him up by his lapels and hurled him against the wall as if he weighed only a couple of pounds. The guard sagged to the floor and lay still. The man continued on his way. Another guard rose from behind his hiding place, an overturned table, and fired a shot right into the man’s back. There was no bulletproof vest—with her own horrified eyes, Abigail saw a hole appear in the front of the man's shirt as the bullet punched through; though oddly there was no blood, just a yellowish stain. Still the man did not fall or even break stride. He completely ignored the fact that he had just been shot three times.

He stepped through the doorway and noticed her crouching behind the column. His eyes, so dead in the other room, suddenly seemed to flare to life. He seemed surprised to see her.
“You should come with me.”

He extended a hand but she just stared at it, not knowing what else to do. The firing renewed in the front room. A bullet dug into the column above her head, showering her with dust.

“I'm pretty sure that's not real marble,” he said. “You should come with me.”

His voice was calm and even, just a little bit scratchy, and had more than a hint of the American South.








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