Two bodies are discovered on the grounds of “The Bastille,” home to a coven of witches who belong to the Guild of Immortal Women. The bodies have strange characteristics, so what follows is a combination merry and sinister romp through ancient history.
Foreword Reviews‘ 2014 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award Finalist
A new comedic romp through a magical tapestry maintained by Earth's Immortal women.
Two bodies are discovered on the grounds of “The Bastille,” home to a coven of witches who belong to the Guild of Immortal Women. The bodies have strange characteristics, so what follows is a combination merry and sinister romp through ancient history.
Medieval times are brought to life through a massive Tapestry adorning the mansion’s walls where the characters — animals and humans — emerge through tears in the fabric.
It is up to Detective Matt Mathers and social worker Lynn Swanson to solve the murder-mystery while dealing with the strange world of magic, Guardian Abbey’s amnesia from her past lives, and the devilish mission of Robert and the Doctor to create an immortal heir through the laboratory.
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Humor and Death
I
never understood burying the dead.
Millions
of people die everyday. Each carcass consumes a 6 X 6 X 3 foot cube.
Face it, people. The Earth can only hold so many skeletons before
it shrugs and says, "I'm full".
Sure,
discovering ancient Indian burial grounds may get you front page attention, but
it may also saddle you with an ancient curse which causes your skin to rot off
your cheeks. Feeling lucky?
When
dad died, the mortuary tried to convince mom to bypass the requested cremation
and go, instead, for one of the new versions of coffins they stocked. The
more mom insisted on cremation, the more they revealed about the
top-of-the-line permanent holding cells: Watertight! Lined in satin! Hand
polished wood! Something that will preserve your loved one for decades!
When
mom held firm, the guy shook his head and proceeded to fetch the
cremation paperwork.
"Jesus
Christ!" Mom whispered to me, "why the hell would he need to be
preserved for decades? What is he? A vampire?"
"I
don't know, ma."
"You
father's dead, god-damnit! What does he know about satin lined? He only liked
cotton sheets."
As
for me: when I kick off go to Rite-Aid and buy a book of matches and a can of
lighter fluid. For under $5.00 not only can you say goodbye to me, but
toast yourself a marshmallow and slap together a SMORE while you're singing
"For He's A Jolly Good Fellow". I'm dead. I don't much care at
this point. Use that money you save on coffins to host a really kick-ass
party.
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About the author:
Dave Morrison (CI & CT, NIC-A, SC:L, NAD-5). Dave received his A.A. in ASL/ENG Interpreting from L.A. Pierce College in 1989. In 2000, he obtained his M.A. in Theatre Arts from the University of Kentucky. He has interpreted in a variety of venues, from the courtroom to funerals to underwater conservation forums. As an actor, he has been seen on stage, TV and film. He is currently an adjunct instructor of Drama at Skagit Valley College and works with local theatres as a director, actor and instructor.
2 comments:
Thanks for spotlighting me on your blog. It's been fun. Let's do it again. DAM
Always with pleasure :)
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