Tuesday, March 26, 2013

News: April Schedule

Below you'll find the schedule for April 2013.  Two different stories instead of a two-parter this time.

  • Wednesday, April 3Excused
  • Wednesday, April 17 –  In a Deep Dark Hole

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Princess Clo and the Monster, Part 2 of 2

Part 2
The day came for blood tax collection and, as usual, people lined the streets to have their fingers pricked for a few drops in the blood bowls.  Even the royal family gave a little to be drunk by the sun.  King, queen, princess … no one had any problem until the collector reached the prince.
“I won’t be giving blood for this,” the prince said, and the king’s court gasped.  “The sun is powerful enough without our help, and as for loyalty to the king, I’ve shown it in my love for his daughter.”
The king and queen accepted this, but Clo scowled.  “It’s tradition,” she said.
“Concocted by you,” Prince Aude said.  “In my land, only abominations of nature ask for the blood of others.”
“Remember that when the chef presents your blood sausages tonight.”
“Is that what you do with the people’s blood?  If you want to eat the peasants, there are easier—”
Clo stormed off in a huff.  “I’ll be waiting for the bowls in my old bedroom.”
The prince found this strange, and then infuriating, and decided to investigate.  He waited for nightfall and made his way up to the old chamber.  His wife lay on the bed, sound asleep.  The bowls sat on the balcony.  Not a drop of blood remained in any of them.
“The sun couldn’t do this so quickly,” Aude said.  Powerful, shadowy hands grasped his arms and teeth sank into his neck.  His high-pitched scream woke the princess and her wild eyes turned on his attacker.
“Not him!” she cried.  “I didn’t bring him for you to eat!  He’s my husband!”
The vampire released the prince, who collapsed on the floor.  “I missed tasting him earlier,” she said.  “Next time, he’ll give blood willingly.”  Then she slid into the ceiling.  “I can hide in any shadow, Aude.  The shadows of the woods, the shadows of bodies, even the shadows of men’s hearts—so though you won’t see me, don’t forget I’m here.”
Clo cleaned the prince’s neck and begged him to calm down, but he could not.  The next day, he went to the king and waited his turn as court proceeded.
“My poor son-in-law,” the king said.  “No prince should have to wait so long.”
“Agreed, especially in an emergency,” Aude said.  “There’s a vampire in your daughter’s old room.  Your blood tax has been feeding it for years.  The sun never drank a drop.”
The king stared vacantly at him.  “But the tax is collected, yes?”
“Well, yes.”
“Good.  Please let me know if there’s a problem.”
The prince briefly wondered about a thing that would be called divorce, only it hadn’t been invented yet, and besides, without Clo he could not be a king.  He would not be beaten.  “It does involve the tax,” Aude said.  “It’s a—a misappropriation of funds!”
This yanked the king out of his seat.  He sent several guards and a captain up to the princess’s room, where they searched for a vampire who was stealing the blood tax.  Aude went with them.  They tore the room apart, but found no place for a vampire to hide.
“It’s in the ceiling,” the prince said.  “In the shadows.  It must be powerful.”
The guards snickered.  “There’s no vampire here.  Perhaps you should stay out of this room, prince.  It’s not for grown men, anyway.”
From then on, the people of the castle believed that the prince feared his own shadow.  He was mocked in court as a coward and no one invited him to manly gatherings such as hunting, jousting, and plunging swords into various things.  Clo denied his story, saying she was asleep, and everyone thought Aude had cut his neck while shaving.  The mockery only worsened when one day, after visiting a vicar, the prince came to court adorned in vampire protection .  Holy water filled a vial on his necklace.  Garlic and wolfsbane stuffed his pockets.  Images of the sun were embroidered into the cloth.  Spikes of silver dotted his chest.  A thick neck guard stood from his shoulders and made the laughter echo in his ears.
“You can end the mockery whenever you want,” Clo said to him.
“Is that so I won’t embarrass you, princess?” Aude asked.
“It’s not for me.  It’s for you.  I can see the shame eating at you and I don’t wish you any pain.”
Clo’s kindness only angered the prince.  Still, she had a good point.  He could end this mockery whenever he wanted.
On the eve of the next blood tax, Aude knocked the princess unconscious, threw her onto his horse’s back, and rode away from the castle.  “Do not worry, kind Clo,” the prince said when his wife woke up.  “We won’t live in my land forever.  When your father dies, we’ll ride back here to be king and queen, and men loyal to my family will tear through the castle until the vampire is dead.”
Clo wept all the way, even during meals and in her sleep.  Never to see her father again, not to see home for perhaps many years—it wasn’t right.  “You’re supposed to love me,” she said.
“I’m supposed to be your husband,” Aude said.  “And I am and will be.”
Clo never saw Aude’s castle.  She was taken to a small, iron building and placed in a small, iron chamber.  No windows shed sunlight into that place.  The prince ordered his father’s men to proof the room against vampires, which they did.  Then the princess was made to wait.
“It will follow,” the prince said to the men.  “I want this room and building guarded night and day so that my wife won’t escape and won’t be visited by the vampire.”
“It could hardly follow in daylight,” said one guard.  “And would it leave the place where it’s being given all the blood it wants?”
“These creatures are possessive.  It wouldn’t even let me stay at the castle without taking a bite.”
“Then perhaps it has followed you.
The prince recalled then that the vampire could hide in shadows, even those of men’s hearts, and in taking the princess from her family, his heart likely had more shadows than light.
“I must be cleansed!” he shouted, throwing off his protection.  “Bring hot iron!  Bring garlic!  Bring the sun!”
Some of these items were brought and the prince began a painful ordeal.  For three days and three nights, he was forced to eat nothing but garlic and drink nothing but holy water.  In the day, he was chained to the ground beneath the burning sun, and in the night his skin was seared by hot iron rods.
By the cleansing’s end, Prince Aude could scarcely walk, but he felt surely clean of the vampire.  “The princess may be freed, so long as she submits as well.  Garlic.  Holy Water.  Sun.  Iron.”  The prince staggered into Clo’s confines.  “We all have our trials.  No blood taken from you.  No vampire in me.”
Princess Clo looked unwell.  She had been given little to eat or drink.  Her bones stuck out and her skin was pale.  Still, she had no fresh wounds.  The vampire hadn’t breached the prison, or else it would’ve eaten her, having missed its day of blood tax.
“Take my hand, princess, and we’ll live better lives.  Submit to the cleansing and we’ll be free.”
“We’re already free,” said a familiar, raspy voice.  “And we’ll take more than your hand.”
The darkness itself grabbed the prince by the throat and hauled him off his feet.  Cold hands cut off his breath, but he managed to eke out a word.  “How?”
“I can hide in any shadow, Aude.  The shadows of the woods, the shadows of bodies, even the shadows of men’s hearts—so when you didn’t see me, you forgot I’m here.  Clo’s kind heart is so big that it cast an easy shadow where I could hide.”
“She’s not a man,” the prince coughed.
“Neither are you.”  The vampire shook Aude and an iron rod clanged on the floor.  “Nor are you a husband.”  Blood dribbled on the floor beside the iron and the vampire drank.
“Childish of him to think men’s hearts only meant men,” Clo said softly.
The vampire paused her meal.  “You can forget the world of men, princess.  Become a creature of the night, like me, and share drinking your prince’s life.”
“But if I was a vampire, I couldn’t help you.”
“I killed your husband.  I’m the reason he tormented you.”
“He chose to do that.”
“You’re not obligated to help me.”
“I never was.”
The pale woman felt full before she meant to and laid Aude’s body on the floor.  “I’m ready to take you home.”
Clo nodded.  The vampire held the princess’s hand and took off into the night.  Princess Clo did not weep on the way, not in sleeping, not in eating, not in waiting for nighttime when her protector could emerge from within.
In time, they reached the castle.  Clo arrived without much in the way of health or husband, but she had a stronger guard than anyone knew.  The people only wanted their princess, however she was, so they threw a celebration anyway.  The king and queen hugged her and doted on her.  Many people gave condolences when they heard the prince had died of “being a horse’s ass,” or so the princess had told them, but she also told them, “I’ll surely find a better one.”  No one disagreed.
The blood tax carried on as usual, supposedly for the sun’s benefit, and the vampire dwelled in the castle, watching over Clo, her family, and her children, for the princess did find a better husband one day.  Though times have changed since then and the mandatory royal blood tax has become more of a donation these days, the vampire remains where she once fed from royal bowls, watching over the princess’s descendants.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Princess Clo and the Monster, Part 1 of 2

 Part 1
The castle of little Princess Clo’s father was said to be impregnable by men.  So when she awoke one night to find someone on her balcony, she knew it could be no man.
“Who are you?” she asked the shadowy blot.
“I am hungry,” the shadow said in a hissing, raspy voice.  “Tonight I am craving princess blood.”
Clo remembered a trick her mother taught her in the event that she ever came face to face with a monster.  “I’d gladly be your meal, but I’m much too small and there’s hardly any blood inside me.”
The monster smiled.  “When I was a little girl, I used that trick on an ogre.  So you know what he did?  He changed into a lion, much smaller.  Then I told him I was still too small to make his meal, so he became a wolf.  And when I told him I was still too small, he became a rat.  Then I broke his neck.”  The blot chuckled and stood, revealing itself to be a beautiful young woman with the palest skin Clo had ever seen.  “You have amused me, princess.  Allow me to wait in your bedroom while you bring me something else to eat that pleases me, and I won’t bother with your small body’s worth of blood.”
The princess told the woman to sit on her bed and then she ran to the kitchen.  There she found the butcher’s cleaver, hacked into one of his pigs, and poured a bowl of blood for the strange visitor.
“Pig’s blood?” the woman hissed, tossing the bowl over the balcony.  “Is this how royalty treats guests?  Don’t you have anyone expendable in the entire castle?  Or am I to believe that the dear little princess sits at the bottom of palace society?  There must be someone of low class.”
The princess ran off again.  She first tried thinking of someone she didn’t like in the castle, but Clo was so kind-hearted that she hated not a soul.  So she followed the pale visitor’s guidance and thought of the person of lowest class in the castle.  She couldn’t think of anyone with less class than Duke Vastly, who became miserably drunk most evenings, even at the king’s banquets, and made more a fool of himself than her father’s fool in motley.
He was still awake, still drinking when she found him in the guest hall, but even so red-faced, the duke couldn’t refuse a visit to royal chambers.  The princess led him up to her room and he stumbled and sang all the way.  He never realized the monster was on him, not even when she ripped open his throat and drank his blood.
“That was wonderful,” the woman said, tossing the duke over the balcony.  “Nothing tastes quite like a rich man.  I look forward to seeing who you feed me next week.”
“Next week?” Clo squeaked.
“You can’t think I would only eat tonight and never go hungry again.”  The woman climbed onto the ceiling of the princess’s bedroom and slid into the shadows between the cracks in the stone.  “I can hide in any shadows, girl.  The shadows of the woods, the shadows of bodies, even the shadows of men’s hearts—so though you won’t see me, don’t forget I’m here.”
The princess sat on her bed, awake, perhaps watched, certainly uncertain what to do.  She couldn’t do this again.  Someone would eventually notice the bowls and bodies plummeting from her balcony.  Her mother’s advice had saved her for tonight, so the next day she went looking for a little more.
“Mother,” she said to the queen.  “If you do trick a monster into not eating you because you’re so small, and it believes you, and then wants you to fetch it other food instead, what should you do?”
“I would try fetching some kind of animal,” the queen said.
“What if she doesn’t like animals?”
“She?  Are you this monster who won’t eat her meat?”
“She doesn’t want animals.  She wants other things.”
The queen laughed.  “You’re a silly girl.  If there’s something you want, talk to your father.  He’s the king.  That means he can get anything.”
Princess Clo ran to her father.  She had to wait until he finished with court and as she waited, she watched.  The dukes and nobles made proposals about laws and birthrights, and the king usually granted them what they wanted or sided with the ones who had bigger laws and better birthrights.  The peasants made requests using fairness and hearsay to support their claims, and the king didn’t grant many of these.  Clo thought of how to ask her father for what she needed in a way he would like, a way steeped in law and order.
“You poor girl of mine, having to wait so long,” the king said when he finally had time for Clo.  “What is it you needed?  A new house?  Perhaps a sweet cake?”
“Actually, it’s about court,” Clo said.  “We need a new tax to make sure everyone remains loyal.  A little from everyone should do it, not enough to miss, and it’d show they were yours.”
“And you think a few more pennies will show this?”
“Not pennies.  Blood.  I propose a blood tax.”
The king laughed.  “And what will we do with this blood?”
“Give it to me.  I’ll put it on my balcony and let the sun drink it up, an offering to the heavens.”
The king thought about this and liked it a great deal.  The next day, he declared that the tax collectors would take a couple drops from all the king’s subjects, from nobleman to nobody.  Over the course of the week, several bowls’ worth were collected and placed on the princess’s balcony.
At the end of the week, Clo’s pale visitor descended from the ceiling.  “Where is my meal?” the woman asked.  “Who have you brought me?  Another rich man, I hope.”
“Some,” the princess said.
“Some?  You brought me more than one?”
“In a way.”
The vampire snarled.  “Out with it, child.  Where’s my meal?”
“In those bowls,” Clo said, pointing at the balcony.  “I couldn’t keep bringing full-grown men, but a few drops from everyone should do and give a variety of flavors.”
The strange woman expected a trick of some kind and slipped cautiously to the bowls.  They were brimming with blood, as promised.  She lapped it up, bowl by bowl, until all was gone and she’d had her fill.
“You could have put holy water in there and burned off my tongue and jaw,” the stranger said.  “You could have fed these people garlic or wolfsbane.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Clo said.  “But I didn’t want to hurt anyone else.  There will be more bowls next week, if you’re still hungry.”
“I will be.”  The creature stared inquisitively at the princess, and then sank into the shadows of the ceiling once more.
On this went, week after week.  The king’s tax men collected the blood tax along with their usual coins and the bowls of tax were fed to the vampire.  Farmers swore their crops grew better now that they gave blood to the sun and noblemen said the kingdom had grown more prosperous, but it was only their confidence that improved their lot.  The sun never touched a drop of the stuff.  The kingdom grew more powerful, and the rulers of other nations feared to upset the king who dared take his own people’s blood.
In the castle, things changed too, for many, many weeks passed, enough to make years.  As with most princesses who aren’t first kidnapped by dragons or cursed by witches, Clo grew up.  It came time for her parents to match her with a prince.
Having no son, it wasn’t in their interest to give Clo away to the would-be king of a far off land, and she was too dear to lose.  Instead they chose a third son of a far off king, one who would never inherit his father’s throne, but instead the throne of his father-in-law.  He arrived without much in the way of gold or guards, but he was handsome, pleasant, and all the other things the people wanted in a prince, and they threw a great celebration for the engagement.
Princess Clo was married to Prince Aude that very day.  The king led his daughter to the altar and gave a grand speech.  All would have been well for a time, except he ended the speech in an odd way.
“And may both be blessed under the sun, and may it continue to drink our blood to give that blessing!”
The people cheered.  The prince gaped in horror and confusion.  There was no time for questions or answers though.  He said his vows, the princess said hers, and he couldn’t say a word about blood until the banquet.
“Let me understand,” he said.  “Being from a far off land, your customs aren’t all known to me.  You give your blood to the sun?”
“Absolutely,” the king said.  “It was my daughter’s idea, years ago.  The people give drops of their blood to show loyalty to me, and we in turn give it to the sun so our kingdom will prosper.  You’ll give some when the next round of the blood tax is due.”
The prince had no intention of doing that.  He thought on this while dining and dancing.  He thought so deeply and without pause that everyone believed he was mesmerized by his pretty wife.  Clo was so moved that she didn’t say a word, and neither bride nor groom spoke at all until they were on their way to the room of their wedding night.
“No, this won’t do,” the prince said to himself while his wife tittered and laughed with guests on the stairs.  “Taking blood is sickly, even barbaric.  There are better ways to learn the people’s loyalties, I’m sure.  When I’m the king, there will be no more blood tax.”
Satisfied with his quiet decree, the prince took his princess to their chamber and their night was wonderful.  The party settled, the castle calmed, and everyone was at peace.  Yet in the princess’s old room, shadows stirred in the ceiling, having heard all through the chambers.  “No,” she said.  “This won’t do.”

Saturday, March 2, 2013


Congratulations to the winners of the giveaway for Children of the White WolfYour paperback copies are in the mail.  To everyone else, my horror-fantasy novel is still available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, in paperback and ebook.

And a reminder, have a look at City of Smoke and Mirrors by Nick Piers.  It's a fun read.

New story coming this week.  Check in soon.