“She understood this, in her own ignorant way. He’d explained it once, the gleam of her knife glinting against her eye as it measured out the seconds of her acts of murder. Minutes meant hours and hours meant years. The soft waning of a heartbeat as the blood seeped out of a body was the closest she would ever come to understanding timelessness.”

From the dark, basement speakeasies of 1926 Chicago, to the decadent parties of the Hollywood elite, psychopathic Clara slices her way through various people across America in her quest for fame.

Brought along for the whirlwind ride of her murderous rampage, her enigmatic alien companion patiently waits for the opportunity to find his own target, a former friend set for assassination. He doesn’t understand Clara’s random need to destroy, but then, he is new to this strange, human landscape of murderers and victims. He can’t wait to simply do his job and leave this vicious world behind.

Humans. They’re a bloodthirsty lot.

A gritty, cleverly written science fiction adventure across America’s dark speakeasies, recommended for dark speculative fiction enthusiasts.  First published by 1889Labs.

I was heavily involved in the web fiction community at the time this was published and I miss 1889Labs terribly.  It was a fantastic, wild experiment in online fiction that I think still has great potential to become something well beyond what was originally imagined.  Serialized stories are making a huge comeback and it’s definitely a way for an author to create that elusive ‘reader base’ that all those publishers talk about.

This novel was written while I was in the midst of the darkest hell of chef school and I think a lot of my anger was reflected in the text.  When word got out I write, and sometimes for money, chef said, in a class of fifty strangers, ‘Oh, really?  Lots of books with the bodices ripped on the covers (loudly laughs)’.  I then had to correct him and tell him no, I’m a horror/sci-fi writer and the only bared bodices you see in my work have rib bones showing.  He didn’t like me.


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