The musings of author R.A. Sears, paranormal wordslinger and occult fiction writer, and sculptor of molten erotic works that are sure to satisfy. Within you'll find vampires, werewolves, Norse deities reborn, action, suspense, demons, angels, and also pie.
Hello! Let me introduce myself; I'm Lynn Townsend, geek and
writer (yes, I self-identify as geek before any and everything else... I was a
geek before being a geek was cool; but I'm not gatekeepery about it. You look
like a PC! Come, join the party!) and this week, we're celebrating the release
of my second novel, Blood Sight, Book One in the Demoniac Codex, released by
Which is totally awesome!
The book is awesome! Vamptasy is awesome! I'm pretty dang
awesome myself! And of course, You Are Awesome!
My daughter, who's ten, wants to be a forensic pathologist
when she grows up.
I... wanted to be a writer. Although I often said that I
would be a teacher while I waited to make money doing the writer thing... that
last all the way up to my student-teaching days and then I wandered away,
shaking my head, saying, “Wow, I don't know what I was thinking...”
I first knew I wanted to write in fifth grade – before that,
I really didn't know it was a career choice. I thought all writers were dead,
which didn't seem like a good long-term plan for myself. But my teacher that
year had us make books, and I enjoyed it, quite a lot. I wrote a ten page story
– probably five times longer than anyone else in my class, and well above and
beyond what we were supposed to do for the assignment.
But I only started writing professionally about 3 years ago.
In between, I have been a warranty coordinator for a trucking company, worked
in fast food and convenience stores, been an insurance collector for a funeral
home, been a copy-editor for a nuclear waste disposal proposal project, a
technical writer's assistant, a research and marketing specialist for an
insurance company, and an office manager for a real-estate firm.
A lot – and I do mean quite a few – people have asked me why
the heck did I write another vampire novel? Aren't there enough vampire romance
stories out there?
But I've always been oddly fascinated with vampires. In high
school, I wrote a ten-page thesis paper on vampire mythology and real-life
vampires (including Elizabeth Batory, who I continue to suspect was framed and
arrested as a land-grab, political maneuvering sort of thing... )
So, I really wanted to try my hand at vampires; but I also
wanted to do it a bit tongue-in-cheek, because we all know that vampires really
are sort of done to death (ha ha, I made a punny!).
Thus was born Rachael, my reluctant seer with the vampire
Title: Blood Sight (A Demoniac Codex novel)
Author: Lynn Townsend
Reluctant oracle and consultant for the Paranormal Police, Rachel Kristoff, has problems, and the vampire at her front door is only the beginning. Threatened by supernatural foes, hampered by her malfunctioning clairvoyance, and betrayed by the only family she has left, Rachael is forced to rely on her former lover. For the sake of both of their souls, she will make the only choice left open to her: Depend on the vampire, or die.
Bound to the bloodline of the Oracles since the fall of the Roman Empire, accused of murder, and betrayed by his own vampire Childe, Marcus Valerius is a relic of past glories better left in a previous era. For centuries, he has protected the children of Delphi against all who would control the future for their own purposes. Now, saving the life of the only woman he has ever loved means destroying the Oracular abilities he's sworn to protect.
In a world of angels and demons, vampires and werewolves, foresight and past lives, what you cannot foresee just might kill you...
"You are an arrogant bastard,” I said. Millions,
trivial. Vampires and their ivory towers.
"And rich. Do not forget that part.”
"Are you teasing me?”
"Perhaps. If you need to ask, I am not doing a
particularly good job with it. A curiosity, one that I have never been able to
understand,” Marcus mused. He rested his chin on his long fingers, studying me
with those depthless black eyes.
"It is nothing important. Merely that you seem to be
the only person I know who finds me more annoying than fascinating or
terrifying. Your reactions to me, I feel as if I were nothing more than a boy
trying to win the affections of his school-marm.”
"Um, thanks, I think. And you ain’t so charming as you
think you are. I learned that lesson well, even if it took me a while to do so.
You were a phase, Marcus, and I’m so over it.”
I didn’t quite meet his gaze; if Marcus wasn’t, as the
phrase went, over it, I didn’t want to see if he was hurt by my words. I had
enough guilt on that shelf already. Our last meeting had not gone nearly so
well as this one - I was still irate that he was here, but I could understand
why he was - and I had been beyond hateful in an attempt to sever our
"What was that colorful metaphor you used? Ah, I
recall. Get a stepladder and get over yourself. I daily make the effort, my
dear, although I fear it is you -”
"Don’t go there, sanguire. We agreed not to speak of
About Lynn Townsend
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate
punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found
drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk
music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot. She grew
up half in central Virginia, half in way-upstate New York and went to college
at William & Mary, where she met and later married a guy who grew up half in
Kentucky and half in Utica. They have one child, one murder-death-cat, a
turtle, and two chinchillas.
years have passed since the Jamaicans caused the apocalypse, and things in
post-Armageddon Chicago have settled into a new kind of normal. Unfortunately,
that "normal" includes collapsing skyscrapers, bands of bloodthirsty
maniacs, and a dwindling cache of survival supplies. After watching his family,
friends, and most of the non-sadistic elements of society crumble around him,
Patrick decides it's time to cross one last item off his bucket list.
going to Disney World.
hilarious, heartfelt, gut-wrenching odyssey through post-apocalyptic America is
a pilgrimage peppered with peril, as fellow survivors Patrick and Ben encounter
a slew of odd characters, from zombie politicians and deranged survivalists to
a milky-eyed oracle who doesn't have a lot of good news. Plus, it looks like
Patrick may be hiding the real reason for their mission to the Magic Kingdom...
They stood on the trestles and waved as the train pulled
slowly away. Horace blew the whistle in two short bursts and saluted from the
engine. When the train had cleared the highway, Ben turned to Patrick and said,
“Please tell me you remembered to pack an elevator.”
“Yeah, I did pack it, originally, but then there wasn’t any
room for my Little Orphan Annie decoder ring, so I took it out. But fear not,
young traveler, for I have the next best thing. Rope!” He pulled the nylon rope
from his bag triumphantly and let it uncoil over the side of the bridge. It
dangled just over the edge of the tracks.
"Brilliant. You brought a really useful three-foot
“Well, I’m going to find a use for it somewhere,” Patrick
said, hurriedly stuffing it back into the bag. “You just wait.”
“You think we could jump it?”
“Sure. It’s only twenty feet or so.”
“Are you being sarcastic right now, or serious? I can never
“This time, I’m being serious, mostly. Twenty feet isn’t
that many feet. It’ll probably hurt like hell, but we’ll live. Probably.”
“Words every man wants to hear in a world without doctors,”
“There are doctors somewhere,” Patrick reminded him.
“They’re just not you or me.”
About Clayton Smith
Smith is a sometimes-writer, sometimes-napper based in Chicago, where he uses
neither his bachelor’s in journalism nor his master’s in arts management. He is
often calamitous, and good at bacon. He lives with his impressively tolerant
previous works include Pants on Fire: A Collection of Lies and the comedic play
Death and McCootie, which debuted at the 2013 New York International Fringe