Category: Fantasy Publisher: Swooping Grizzly Publications
ISBN-10: 0615451241
Type: Fiction
Pages: 180
Copyright: Jan 27, 2011
ISBN-13: 9780615451244
Do you like sexy & sinister female vampires? How about old magic with a new tech twist? Or maybe you’re just in the mood for a dark & dangerous sci fi vision of the near future. Then I EAT BUTTERFLIES is the book for you.
Inside I Eat Butterflies you'll find 3 sexy & sinister short stories/novellas:
THE BRIDES: How the Brides of Dracula, hot & erotic female vampires, have always been secretly calling the shots by making Draculii as fall guys and what happens when they create the wrong dark prince in Sin City.
MERLIN’S KNOT: A group of young people unravel the secret Celtic knot code and bring about the resurgence of magic. But will they be able to solve all its mysteries before they end up dead?
VELOCITY SYNDROME: The third is an Orwellian take on the near future, set in Seattle, where there are groups of low-powered mutants, humans have chips in their brains, the world is drowning and the answer to one murder may save the world or lead to total disaster…
Excerpt
Ducking behind the column, the manager drew his handgun and opened fire. Heedless of the customers, he emptied the weapon; while firing, he noticed three dancers moving out of harm’s way. Just that glimpse brought an overwhelming desire to join them, to serve them … worship them.
The first, with her hair of golden saffron, was as delicate as a morning mist, dressed in a gauzy blue sarong; she drifted out of view, as if banished by the harsh light of day. She was followed by the smallest of the three, a petite brunette, dressed in a black velvet and diamond bikini, with delicate cat ears perched on her head. They were trailed by a nearly six foot Amazon, decked out as a leather dominatrix, with coal black hair and a bullwhip trailing like a tail as she moved. While the others had expressions of worry, her face had the feral look of a hunter. Together they vanished into the dressing room.
The manager bolted for the rear of the club the instant the trio was out of sight. Amidst the hail of gunfire, he made his way toward a rear exit while round after round slammed into him with no apparent affect. Just as he neared the exit door, another team emerged, cutting him off. Surprised, the manager hissed, his teeth growing into fangs that sparked with electricity like a taser.
The police opened fire without hesitation. Taking the full brunt of the assault, the manager was knocked backwards. When he began to struggle to his feet yet again, the officers fell on him in a flurry of punches. Cuffed at the ankles and wrists, it took four cops to haul the manager out of The Feast, still kicking and screaming.
Within the dressing room, the delicate fingers of the first of the dancers depressed a secret latch; together they entered a small elevator and within a few moments were outside the Feast, with a ringside seat from a limo.
The manager, still resisting, appeared from the club. Just as the cops attempted to transfer him to the holding van, he snapped free of the restraints. Shaking the police officers off him as if they were weightless, he roared at the sight of the limousine at the end of the alley.
“Goodbye husband.” The dancer in the domme outfit held a vial in her hand. It was filled with a reddish liquid, the color of thin blood. With a gentle sadness, she dropped the tiny glass container out the window, where it shattered on the pavement.
The manager’s scream held the passion of immortality lost. “Noooo …”
His cry was answered by the sound of exploding thunder, a gigantic bolt of scarlet-colored lightning crawling into the sky from the manager’s heart. Instantly, the concussion blasted everyone surrounding him off their feet.
Spent of any animation, the manager’s body toppled to the ground with a wet thud, a wisp of smoke rising from its chest. In moments, the damage done by the bullets began to appear, and the corpse became an ancient, mangled wreck.
Swamp Alley is a portal between this side and the other side. The Wizard is destined to save the land from the Ugly Babies in the Land of Lack Luster on the other side. With the help of Madame Plume and her magic wand, can they save the magical doll
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
