Book Three, opening sentence (for now)

"Lucifer's left testicle!"

I do love me some consonance. :)

Exceedingly bad writing.

A couple of dear friends gave the Charming Man the (dubious) gift of six issues of a magazine titled, "Cthulu Sex: Blood, Sex, and Tentacles."

Fascinated beyond belief, I simply had to page through the unimaginable horrors (no names are given here to protect the guilty). And horrors there were, with such titles as:

The Pecker at the Passageway (this poem was actually pretty funny)
Decomposition: An Ode
Nerf Sex Doll
Any Ditch Will Do

And such deathless literary lines such as:
"He trudged through the dessert, his mind focused on his final destination."

or

"It's not easy to fuck a tree."
(ok, I'll admit it. This is actually a hell of an opening line.)

or
"I can almost feel him sniffing at me in the dark some misshapen nose ferally twitching, wrinkling skin beneath glowing red eyes."

or
"He wreaks of alcohol, dulling his halo to a highlight in my eyes."
(I have no idea what the author was trying to say)

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Book Three.

For the first time in my life, I'm writing a baby as a character. Like the rest of the beings populating my world, she's a little weird, too.

Meet Minerva Dracul Soliel. Isn't she a cutie?

Goofy Moment.

The Charming Man finally found a hat that fits!

Book Three.

It looks like Book Three is going to be an interesting combination of the story of Henry II and Thomas Becket, Beauty and the Beast, and the One Thousand and One Nights.

AWESOME!

Lucky Seven!

I was tagged by Tori St. Claire to play a game called Lucky Sevens. Here is the only rule: post an excerpt from the 77th page of your book, starting at line 7, and 7 sentences long.

Well, let's see what Dracula's Secret has on its 77th page.

Lucifer’s blood, Valerie thought, save her from stupid mortal antics. If the child got trampled, she would never get inside to finish her job.

Impatiently, she snatched the child up by the straps of her overalls. When the cub wailed in fear, Valerie slung an arm under the diaper-stiff denim and held the girl against her shoulder. Unthinking, she patted the heaving back in ancient, soothing rhythms of comfort.

Ok, so it's more like seven and a half lines, but I wasn't going to cut the sentence in half.

I hope this makes you want to read more!