Talking to Elspeth, hearing
the saga of her gums and wondering though
she was attractive and one of the original
hippies just how old she really could be and
what she knew about Harry
Lauder and the gambols of Little Tich but
after saying goodbye we ran into
her once more coming down the
escalator as we ascended and she held
out her wrist for me to smell as she'd
been anointed at the free counter, so
progress had been made but the
worst was, Magnus told
her I was mad about her, trying
to help, but this went totally against
and plan of campaign I ever
read about in the work of Proust.
No dose of the Suggie Southgate blognovel this week, friends. The tale ended last week with a battle between the immortals and the lycans in the sycamore grove. Following that, the trees were set on fire by nobody knows who. That was the end of Vauclare and his battalion of fiends. Or was it?
You can still get the whole caboodle though: from the King Bat’s arrival in rural Harefield and his first encounters with the Supreme Godhead Outreach Church, all the way to the storming of Parkside and beyond. You can get it all in an ebook called Easy Blood.
Reading these steamy scenes week by week, Jade asked where it came from.
How should I know?
It’s true that the Christopher Lee movie, ‘Taste the Blood of Dracula’, was featured as one of the late Friday night bonanzas at the Odeon round about 1968. People on screen, and some in the seats around us, went mad and screamed. But the Count, the Count stayed cool, man. That stuck out, and the virus was inoculated somewhere in my imagination.
Then decades later I started spinning this tale about Eric Vauclare, a ruthless ‘immortal’ who was cool and sensitive enough to cry.
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