Month: September 2013

Annie and the Wolves

Introduction: Another short story inspired by the universe of Blood Chimera, this one focused solely on my favorite bad girl, Lucy Belogh. Obviously I’ve taken huge, sweeping liberties with historical figures, but not nearly as much as I would have liked to have taken: I wish how Phoebe Ann Mosey was mistreated was fiction. I only tinkered with how she survived the experience. She never identified the family who abused her when she was a child, only referring to them by her nickname: the wolves. Rating warning: this story is the most violent I’ve published on a blog so far, and not for kids. *** The little girl’s blood stained the snow pink when she fell. She didn’t cry out. She was long past the point of feeling pain, reduced to numbness by the cold and her wounds. She had felt cold originally, but that was before the sun set and night shrouded the forest. She pushed her hands against the snow, brushing sap and ice and bits of broken twigs from her bloody fingers …

Thoughts on DragonCon

Alright, I’m back! I didn’t want to give updates during the con, because, well, pardon my paranoia, but that’s pretty much exactly what they tell you not to do, isn’t it? So I didn’t tweet about it and I didn’t put up any big facebook flags (at least not for the week before.) Anyway, back. It was, all things told, a mixed experience. I’m not the best with crowds, so on Saturday, when the Marta train escalator to the Peachtree Station Mall broke down and left my husband and myself stranded on the wrong side of the parade, and when we took a wrong turning trying to get around the parade route, we then ended up stuck in a claustrophobic crush for over an hour just to travel 50 feet to where we could manage to escape. The experience was something I never care to repeat, and it may well haunt my nightmares. If I find out someone tries to sue DragonCon over this, I won’t be surprised: it was that traumatic. The con was …