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By
Maureen
O. Betita
A
normal human experience is far from the insanity of Nicholas and Jerrod’s
heritage. But they hope for change, while Lorelei is bored; a spoiled, rich
girl whose sexual tastes run toward the twisted and unpleasant. When the sons
of Cthulhu stalk the daughter of a siren, the world shakes.
I do love my short blurb, quick and to the point.
Somewhat. I mean, those who know Cthulhu will have some idea what they’re in
for. For those who don’t? BWAH HA HAHA! I am so pleased to be part of your
corruption.
But aside from eating your soul and delivering you
to the gaping maw of his great and mighty awesomeness…I think I’ve written a
pretty cool little ménage, with a toss of Steampunk conventionry mixed in.
I love going to Steampunk conventions and can
imagine a scenario such as I created in Lorelei’s
Song. How do we know what is stalking in the corners of those dark and loud
ballrooms, full of the cacophony of accordion music, mixed with electric guitar
and a steam organ?
When I walked the deck of the Queen Mary, at Her
Majesty’s Steampunk Symposium last Januray, I thought…anything could be
happening here. Absolutely anything.
Welcome to
Lorelei’s Song. Where the sons of the dreaded elder god Cthulhu walk among
us, slowly going mad. And a siren wanders through the merchant’s room, hoping
for some bit of glitter that will pleasure her as much as bring her pain.
Excerpt:
His
nostrils caught the perfume of something different. Spicy, with a hint of dry
driftwood, it wafted by him and he froze. Damn, what the hell was that? A sharp
rap on the table made him start. “Fuck.”
“Get
up here!” A kick to the calf signaled he was needed.
He
rose, rubbing his head, to find Jerrod snatching up a pair of goggles and
sliding them on.
“What
the hell?”
“My
eyes. I can’t—” His kinsman turned his back on the nearly empty room. “I
smelled something odd and—”
“Okay,
okay. Sit and—”
“Get
me the hell out of here!”
Jerrod
gripped his arm tightly, head turned so Nicholas could glimpse the shadow of
the change on his cheek bones.
Nicholas
didn’t think. He wrapped his arms around his cousin and pulled him down to the
shadow of the table. He lowered a hand and gripped the steel-rod erection he
knew he’d find beneath the loose pants.
He
heldthe rigid cock and whispered, “I smelled her, too. She’s out there. You
just have to be stealthy. Be the monster who stalks, blend in. We’ll find her.”
“I…want….”
The
hollow echo of the deepest crevasse of the ocean reverberated against his bones
in the low voice.
Tentacles, there is just something
about tentacles…
