Thoughts before travel

Hermes Psychopompous, who guides the souls of the dead to the River Styx,
hear the cry of your devotee as she undertakes such a task.
It may be the River Jordan and not Styx,
but I walk the last mile of the path
with one who has served you and Persephone all unknowing.
Be with us both.
Let our way to the shore be smooth.
May we walk it at the right speed.
Bear me up as I bear her up.
Michael. Azrael. Samael. Await us.
Wrap your handmaid gently in your dark wings and bear her across.
Gentle Jesus, welcome her, who loves and serves you so well.
And beloved Persephone, dry my tears as I watch and cannot follow.


I am the Crone,
the dark mother to whom all return.
The beloved embrace the dying cry for.
I am North.
I am Earth.
Mountains and barren peaks
from which winter sweeps down.
The sharp crags where nothing grows,
the empty fields after the harvest.
I am Winter.
The frost in my hair kin to that in the furrows.
Death is my purview.
I guide the dying.
I comfort the living.
I stand like a mountain between my people and trouble.
I create the place where rebirth can happen.
I am the Crone.

Winding Down Vampire Week Early

Sorry about yesterday.
The weekend may be slim as well

So, I give you the giveaway today!

In honor of Vampire Week, I'll send out five ebook copies of Power in the Blood. Leave your email in the screened comments.



Blurb:

Oren Stolt understands the natural order better than most people. Vampires prey on humans and Undying keep the vampires' numbers in check.

Until now.

Now, across the United States, vampire numbers are exploding, thanks to a new church. The Tabernacle of the Firstfruits preaches a Risen Lord and invites believers to follow Him in death and resurrection... quite literally.

In Memphis, the church is about to host its first conference, with an eye to converting the whole world to the vampiric gospel.

And all that stands between humanity and eternal night is Oren, his kids, and a thin line of insane immortals.

Excerpt:

They met the Kid outside. He was leaning against a corner of the building, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. Oren sniffed suspiciously, but only the rich odor of tobacco rewarded him.
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