Sunday, March 23, 2014

Blood Sight by Lynn Townsend

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 Vamptasy Publishing.

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?

Well, yes.

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 ex-boyfriend.

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.

"What is?”

"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 relationship.

"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 that.”

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.

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