One thing I’ve been consistent about but never really acknowledged is that my writing nearly always has a subversive quality. Ambitious zombies that unwittingly end their own apocalypse. Ancient nosferatu who find themselves buying body glitter so they can “fit in.” Serial killers trumped by the very victims they stalk. Superheroes who aren’t really heroes at all. Fantasy books which feature characters a touch closer to the realms of science fiction and themes of realism dirtying their idealistic landscapes.
…by the time I hit chapter three, I was engrossed by Mitchell’s performance. Before long, he’d replaced that voice in my imagination.
Imagine if the media celebrated the lives of the victims in a tragedy instead of putting a microscope on the killer. If the media didn’t print or quote the killer’s manifestos…
Well, this has surely been a roller coaster weekend. First thing’s first: Crimson Son was reader nominated for an international indie book award! Crazy, right? If you love me, you’ll go here and vote for Crimson Son. If you hate… Read More ›