Wednesday, August 31, 2016

99 CENTS! LAST DAY! VAMPIRE SAGA, UNDEATH, LOVE & PASSION THROUGH THE AGES!


The series spans many human lifetimes because it is the story of vampires. The saga begins in Victorian England and ends there, but takes the reader into Ancient Egypt, Rome and beyond.

You will meet the famous and infamous. Ever wonder what vampire brothels are like? Some Roman emperors liked them! Well, Caligula did, as you will see!

You will also see what sacrifice is all about. Would you give up your soul for love? If you don't think you would, you might change your mind after reading the series!

At the core of it all, is the passion of the vampire. Although, dark--it is deep. It lasts for centuries because the vampire does!

THE HOUSE ON BLACKSTONE MOOR
After discovering her savagely murdered family, Rose Baines is plunged into a nightmare of hell. She is incarcerated in two madhouses, after which she is helped to obtain a position as governess at Blackstone House. Located on haunted moorland, nothing is as it seems for the House and its inhabitants have hideous secrets. There is unimaginable horror there, and love too--love that comes at a terrible price.

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - THE BEGINNINGS
Rose and her children find themselves held captive on a ship staffed by vampires, overseen by the mad and evil demon Eco. The last time Rose saw Eco he tried to destroy the children, and now he tells her he loves her. 

“I saw you leave the house that day, Rose. That terrible day you discovered your family butchered. I saw you…” 
Eco, believing he has fallen in love with her, pens a confession documenting all sins he has committed during his immortal existence. 

From Ancient Egyptian vampire cults, Roman vampire brothels, The Dark Ages, The Crusades, The Black Death of 1348, on to his meeting with the child murderer and former aide to Joan of Arc, Satanist Gilles de Rais, and concluding with his wicked, blood-soaked affair with the Blood Countess herself, Erzebat Bathory. The pages are filled with debauchery, vice and murder – how can one stained with so much blood and evil possibly be trusted?

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - FULL CIRCLE
Vampiric orgies and satanic rites fill the pages of this book. All of the hideous secrets of Blackstone House are revealed. Every evil that Rose Baines was subjected to is closely examined, as are those who committed the worst sins against her.

Rose and her children's ordeal continues. They are still held captive on a ship staffed by vampires, overseen by the demon Eco.

There are more blood-drenched confessions to read. Rose has no choice but to finish the journal. Eco, mad and as unpredictable as ever, can snap at any time. But will he? 

The rest of the journal tells of the sick and twisted obsession Eco has had for Blackstone House's former mistress, evil and debauched Eve Darton. There are aristocratic devil rites, both in England and France, including satanic sacrifices. There is the Great Fire of London 1666, plagues, vampire destroyers, witch hunts and resurrection men who supply a necrophile doctor. 

The novel comes full circle as all the hideous secrets of Blackstone House are revealed, as are the reasons Rose’s father killed himself and his family. 

Eco, first seen in the previous book, has documented all of the sins he has committed during the course of his immortal life. Trying to get Rose to forgive him, he forces Rose to read his journal by holding her children hostage.
Dracula makes his debut. He is a friend of Eco's. He and the other vampires have killed a child's mother.  The dying mother begs Rose to take the child and she does.

THE FOURTH BRIDE
Dia, the child Rose adopted grows to adulthood and marries. But after the tragic and sudden death of her groom, Dia, cursed by Dracula as a babe, is taken to his castle. Once there, she is seduced and turned by the count and becomes his fourth bride. The other brides are to be her sisters. All are to love and feed upon one another. Dia's tale is full of erotic sex and graphic violence. It is a tale of love and lust but mostly of blood, for the blood is everything.

REVIEWS


2014 - Amazon Bestseller in Dark Fantasy - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
2015 - Amazon Bestseller in Vampire Horror - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
AWARDS:

"92 Horror authors you need to read right now"
Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series
~Charlotte Books - EXAMINER

"In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker." 
DR. MARGARITA GEORGIEVA ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark

Monday, August 29, 2016

Author Dormaine G, A New Release and A Free Offer!


Madame Lilly, Wicked (Vol. 4) is finally here!
To celebrate the new release, Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess (Vol. 1)
will be free 8/29th to 9/2nd.






It's 1890 in New Orleans, a time of rich white men, sprawling plantations, Voodoo, high class parties and the unspoken Placage. Amidst the thick heat, magic and sorrow, a beautiful Creole woman exists in this cruel world. Although born free, she never knew life without the call of a ‘Master’ – until now.
Blessed with an ancient power, Madame Lily has an agenda that has galvanized her into the deepest reaches of High Society and to the darkness that is swirling with Voodoo.

Elijah is a First Made Protector tasked to guard and cleanse the world of the evils that roam. He spent millennia with only goodness in his heart until cursed – one meant to corrupt his very soul with love, obsession and infatuation… for Madame Lily, a woman that should rightfully be his adversary.

Drawn together by fate and magic, these two forces face off and sparks fly. A love that never should have been is born – a love that may change everything for both of them.

 The Madame Lilly saga so far.



About the Author

Dormaine was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life. As an adult she liked to travel out of the country though her favorite places to explore were her fantasy worlds as an author. She may be a nurse by profession but her heart has always belonged to writing. As a young child she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books. There she discovered her fascination for the science fiction genre, through books, movies and graphic novels.

Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel "Connor" is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the "Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess" series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

TWO PROMOS RUNNING NOW! AMAZON BESTSELLERS!


Two promotions = 5 books! All four novels in the Blackstone Vampires Series! As well as House of Horrors!

The Blackstone Vampires Omnibus comprises four acclaimed novels, all for 99 cents! It's for all you vampire lovers! Vampires loving, hating and lusting when they're not feeding. They’re vampires!

Reviewer: "Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance!" 
From Gothic Readings in the Dark

The Blackstone Vampires Omnibus /99 cents now thru 9/1

2014 - Amazon Bestseller in Dark Fantasy - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
2015 - Amazon Bestseller in Vampire Horror - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
AND:
House of Horrors! 99 cents now thru 9/2

2015 - Amazon Bestseller in Horror Anthologies - HOUSE OF HORRORS
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An anthology of horror shorts, which by the way, includes stories that inspired The Blackstone Vampires, Circus of Horrors and my newest release, I, Bathory, Queen of Blood. 

There is everything from Jack the Ripper to vampires, zombies, possessed dolls, haunted cemeteries where the dead dance plus a lot more! The stories are by me and appeared in horror and sci-fi anthologies. yup, four sci fi shorts in here, too! 

Friday, August 26, 2016

99 cents! HOUSE OF HORRORS - AUG. 27 - SEPT. 2!




How could you possibly refuse this charming little guy? He went to a lot of trouble to write all that out for you! It's not easy being skeletal!

Now then, about House of Horrors, the horror stories are very wide-ranging. There is everything from Gothic horror to contemporary, including all sorts of monsters, each with their own story. Even a pedophile has his own story! And when he gets a very special doll and finds out to his utter horror just how unique she is, it's too late!

Ever wonder what taxidermy is like when it goes wrong? Some curious kids find out to their horror all about it. They might not get out of there, but you'll have to read it to see.

Jack the Ripper appears in three stories. You'll see Bram Stoker in Whitby meeting a most erudite vampire and being inspired to write Dracula. That same vampire features in four other stories. I liked him so much I wrote The Blackstone Vampires featuring him! 

My favorite character in that series makes his first appearance in this collection! But now I have another favorite character, Erzsebet Bathory, mass murdering, blood bath bather affectionado of my new release, I, Bathory, Queen of Blood is featured in a story wherein a customer goes to the wrong shop and purchases a very expensive item, something that is so unusual, you won't believe it!

There are at least four sci-fi stories, one about the imminent destruction of a planet as observed by the doomed. Like androids, robots? There's a story about them, kind of a nightmare really. And what if there was a tear in another dimension and...the dead came back?

And you know what? There's loads more!


“House of Horrors is a fine addition to my Kindle, and I’m sure I’ll be going to read this again and again…”

“A veritable blood feast for vampire fans everywhere!”


“If you are a fan of horror, you won't want to miss this one!! High marks to Ms. Gill.”

“There are so many different monsters in this book the no matter what your biggest fear is or your favorite one to read about you are gonna find it without fail.”

2015 - Amazon Bestseller in Horror Anthologies -


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Thursday, August 25, 2016

99 Cents! The Blackstone Vampires Omnibus 8/26 - 9/1



That was how the nightmare began. The madness, the incest, the evil that led her to Blackstone House and the vampires...!

The series spans many human lifetimes because it is the story of vampires. The saga begins in Victorian England and ends there, but takes the reader into Ancient Egypt, Rome and beyond.

You will meet the famous and infamous. Ever wonder what vampire brothels are like? Some Roman emperors liked them! Well, Caligula did, as you will see!

You will also see what sacrifice is all about. Would you give up your soul for love? If you don't think you would, you might change your mind after reading the series!

At the core of it all, is the passion of the vampire. Although, dark--it is deep. It lasts for centuries because the vampire does!

THE HOUSE ON BLACKSTONE MOOR
After discovering her savagely murdered family, Rose Baines is plunged into a nightmare of hell. She is incarcerated in two madhouses, after which she is helped to obtain a position as governess at Blackstone House. Located on haunted moorland, nothing is as it seems for the House and its inhabitants have hideous secrets. There is unimaginable horror there, and love too--love that comes at a terrible price.

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - THE BEGINNINGS
Rose and her children find themselves held captive on a ship staffed by vampires, overseen by the mad and evil demon Eco. The last time Rose saw Eco he tried to destroy the children, and now he tells her he loves her. 

“I saw you leave the house that day, Rose. That terrible day you discovered your family butchered. I saw you…” 

Eco, believing he has fallen in love with her, pens a confession documenting all sins he has committed during his immortal existence. 

From Ancient Egyptian vampire cults, Roman vampire brothels, The Dark Ages, The Crusades, The Black Death of 1348, on to his meeting with the child murderer and former aide to Joan of Arc, Satanist Gilles de Rais, and concluding with his wicked, blood-soaked affair with the Blood Countess herself, Erzebat Bathory. The pages are filled with debauchery, vice and murder – how can one stained with so much blood and evil possibly be trusted?

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - FULL CIRCLE
Vampiric orgies and satanic rites fill the pages of this book. All of the hideous secrets of Blackstone House are revealed. Every evil that Rose Baines was subjected to is closely examined, as are those who committed the worst sins against her.

Rose and her children's ordeal continues. They are still held captive on a ship staffed by vampires, overseen by the demon Eco.

There are more blood-drenched confessions to read. Rose has no choice but to finish the journal. Eco, mad and as unpredictable as ever, can snap at any time. But will he? 

The rest of the journal tells of the sick and twisted obsession Eco has had for Blackstone House's former mistress, evil and debauched Eve Darton. There are aristocratic devil rites, both in England and France, including satanic sacrifices. There is the Great Fire of London 1666, plagues, vampire destroyers, witch hunts and resurrection men who supply a necrophile doctor. 

The novel comes full circle as all the hideous secrets of Blackstone House are revealed, as are the reasons Rose’s father killed himself and his family. 

Eco, first seen in the previous book, has documented all of the sins he has committed during the course of his immortal life. Trying to get Rose to forgive him, he forces Rose to read his journal by holding her children hostage.

Dracula makes his debut. He is a friend of Eco's. He and the other vampires have killed a child's mother.  The dying mother begs Rose to take the child and she does.

THE FOURTH BRIDE
Dia, the child Rose adopted grows to adulthood and marries. But after the tragic and sudden death of her groom, Dia, cursed by Dracula as a babe, is taken to his castle. Once there, she is seduced and turned by the count and becomes his fourth bride. The other brides are to be her sisters. All are to love and feed upon one another. Dia's tale is full of erotic sex and graphic violence. It is a tale of love and lust but mostly of blood, for the blood is everything.

REVIEWS

2014 - Amazon Bestseller in Dark Fantasy - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
2015 - Amazon Bestseller in Vampire Horror - THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS
AWARDS:

"92 Horror authors you need to read right now"
Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series
~Charlotte Books - EXAMINER

"In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker." 
DR. MARGARITA GEORGIEVA ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark



AMAZON 

THE OMNIBUS COMPRISES ALL FOUR NOVELS:




Wednesday, August 24, 2016

THE AMITYVILLE HORROR OR HOAX?


Firstly, let me begin this post by saying, in my opinion, the horror genre/film and fiction would not exist if true horror didn't exist. Whoever wrote anything more horrible than the Tate LaBianca Murders?

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre actually happens to have been inspired by two cases in Texas as well as Ed Gein of Psycho fame. Psycho, the film and the novel that is.

There have been sadly, a heck of a lot of other horrors that were all too real. That's what this post is about. The tragic murders in Amityville, Long Island that occurred the night an entire family was wiped out. The eldest son is still in prison.

The infamous house in Amityville is at the core of the horror that occurred there. And yes, there was horror. The eldest son blew away every member of his family. They were literally murdered in their beds.

The question arises, why would anyone live there? Would you? I sure as hell wouldn't. But others have and it's their right.

The film purports to tell the horrific story of what happened one night in November, 1974. The film is based on the book by Jay Anson. The book and the films have done well.

What's The Amityville Horror about? We're told all sorts of things but can they be true? What is true is George and Kathy Lutz bought the house 13 months after the murders. They were advised by the agent what had happened there. As a matter of fact some of the DeFeo's furniture was still there.

Things start to happen immeditely and it's pretty scary. We're scared, the Lutzes are scared, their dog is scared. Windows suddenly slam shut, there are flies from hell and the priest, simply trying to bless the house, is nearly driven insane.

Lutz, played by James Brolin starts to look like Butch DeFeo, the killer son. He wakes up every night at 3:15 am ( the time the murders occurred). He starts acting up and seems to develope a particular fondness for an axe.

The Lutzes eventually beat it the hell out of there. Who wouldn't?

So what's the story with the house hoax or no hoax?

This, from LIVE SCIENCE.COM:

Eventually Butch DeFeo's lawyer admitted that he, along with the Lutzes, "created this horror story over many bottles of wine." The house was never really haunted; the terrifying experiences that the Lutzes described, and that were later embellished by Anson and other writers, were simply made up.

http://www.livescience.com/6528-amityville-horror-house-haunted.html 


There are actually a string of people who lived in the house over the years who didn't flee in the night, but who stayed and reported nothing unusual every occured.

List of owners, including the DeFeos up to present

June 28, 1965 - Nov 13, 1974 Ronald & Louise DeFeo $unknown**
Nov 14, 1974 - Dec 17, 1975 (vacant — owned by DeFeo estate)
Dec 18, 1975 - Jan 14, 1976 George & Kathleen Lutz $80,000
Jan 15, 1976 - Aug 29, 1976 (vacant — owned by Lutzes)
Aug 30, 1976 - March 17, 1977 (vacant — owned by bank)
March 18, 1977 - Aug 10, 1987 James & Barbara Cromarty $55,000
Aug 11, 1987 - June 9, 1997 Peter & Jeanne O'Neill $325,000
June 10, 1997 - September 2010 Brian Wilson $310,000
September 2010 - present David & Caroline D'Antonio $950,000

http://www.amityvillefaq.com/property.html


By the way, the address (112 Ocean Avenue) no longer exists and the house has been remodelled so that the distinctive 'half moon' windows in the rear are no longer there. The curious are not welcome at the property and I can understand why.

What do I think about it all?

From my own personal feelings I would never live in a house that had a mass murder. I just wouldn't. It would bother me too much. I also believe that evil leaves something behind and if this wasn't evil, this mass murder, I don't know what is.

If the whole thing was a hoax to make money, I think that is pretty immoral. Of course we can say that even if that was the intention, that doesn't mean that some sensitive people won't feel something inexplicable within the property.

What I would like to see is the victims of the massacre remembered as victims and not used in any way for any purpose other than to be remembered. The images below are of the parents and the murdered siblings. Butch DeFeo is pictured sitting alongside those he killed.


Louise DeFeo, Mother



murdered siblings, John, Allison, Marc, Dawn with Butch DeFeo

***

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Now Available in Paperback As Well As Kindle!



Erzsebet Bathory lived. Her name could not be spoken for a century after her death. She is the infamous, Blood Countess, believing blood could reverse signs of aging, she killed hundreds. But she was also a sexual sadist and predator. She tortured and murdered at will.  

If she was a monster in life, she is a vampire in death, having been raised up by the vampire, Anton. Over time because of his love for her, Anton will become her loyal accomplice and serve her every murderous whim and rage-fuelled insane act.


Review:

***** A Blood-Soaked Rendition of The Fictional Life Of A Real-Life Multiple Murderer, History's 'Countess Dracula.'


As one blood-soaked page follows another we are pulled further and further into the depths of depravity to which Bathory is prepared to sink in order to fulfill her wildest sexual fantasies and murderous lusts.
Be warned! This is not a book for the squeamish or for those who object to the use of strong sexual language. It is here aplenty as is necessary when dealing with a character as sexually depraved and corrupt as Bathory.

Ms Gill is first and foremost a writer of horror and that is what she excels at, and here she has I feel, surpassed her earlier efforts by a long way. I, Bathory is her best yet, I say that quite unequivocally...


Sunday, August 21, 2016

An Immortal Sexual Sadist and Serial Killer?


That's what made me write this book. Erzsebet Bathory, known as The Blood Countess was, indeed, a human monster. That's why the Author's Note is in the front of the book, to serve as a warning! Her crimes were horrific plus she held absolute power in 16th Century Hungary! 

I read a number of books about her over the years and, as I write horror, I thought, in the great tradition of the writer: what if?  What if she was immortal and existed in modern times? What would she be doing? That gave me my story. To illustrate my point here are two excerpts:

"Time passed quickly because we were so busy. The films we had started making years ago, we eventually turned back to—only the new ones would soon be called something else. They would come to be called snuff films. Those films were dangerous for they were filled with murder...real savage murder. I still remember each frame, each close-up of a girl succumbing to death. I was worried about seeing too many. I didn’t want the rages to start or my sadistic murderousness to once again rise up. “It is worse,” I said, “than when I lived.” I believed this and so did you..."

"we went about filming masked vampires whipping humans. Lucerne got heavily involved in her acting—and so did I. But then there was an extra ingredient that started quite by accident. Some drainings happened by mistake. Yes, fatal drainings. As we feared any evidence of these crimes coming to light and reversing the legality of vampirism, we knew we had to dispose of the bodies. This, we did..."

End of excerpts.

The term 'serial killer' is modern. The old term would be 'mass murderer.' The only comfort we have is we know these people don't exist forever. But what if they did?!



"As one blood-soaked page follows another we are pulled further and further into the depths of depravity to which Bathory is prepared to sink in order to fulfill her wildest sexual fantasies and murderous lusts..."

Saturday, August 20, 2016

His Main Squeeze!


Hi folks, did it again! A horror writer's homage to romantic fiction. It's spoofy and I had fun writing it.

“Gardenia, you will adore him. He is so sexy; he’ll make your toes curl!”

Gardenia looked perplexed, not an uncommon expression for her. “But I just got new shoes, they won’t fit with curled toes!”

Jocelyn smiled frozenly. “You’re kidding, right?”

Gardenia sighed. Sighs were always forthcoming when thinking was in progress. “Well, sure!” she lied. “Silly!”

Her friend felt relieved. Not a lot, not as much as if she believed her. “Tad Boulder is starting Monday, I just got word from personnel. Wait till you see him. I think he’s more your type than mine.”

Jocelyn didn’t really mind. She was still with Horst Wowzenheimer. A man who never flaunted anything unless his Y FRONTS were off.

She wanted Gardenia to date again. Poor kid had been dumped by her boyfriend. He said ten blocks was too far to travel to see her. What a loser he turned out to be. Still, he was kind of cute in a slightly creepy way. Well, working for his uncle's funeral home was never a major turn on.

Yes, Jocelyn reasoned, her friend should have at the very least, a one-night stand or even half a one-night stand. She felt it would do her good, in fact she was thinking of loaning Horst out to her, but that was kinky. Still, it was a thought. What an unselfish act that would be!

Little grey cells or even big grey cells did not tend to dominate either friend. But Jocelyn had at least managed to read an entire book recently. Only twenty pages, but still, and the words were multi-syllable and everything!
              ***
                                                                     
Fate took a hand. Both friends didn't know how to get this thing going--but then it just happened. Gardenia caught him changing his shirt. He smiled at her when he saw her staring at his six pack abs. "I work out a lot." That was said so humbly, even though he did pause a few times before putting on the dry shirt. "Air conditioning broke down, what a bummer."

She nodded, speechless and filled with wonder and a great urge to check him out all over. But he was taken with her as well. That was what made it all the more exciting.

In truth, he had her sized up right. 34 DD. He could tell, it was something he was expert at. If they gave out doctorates for that sort of skill, he'd have attained one for sure!

If she wowed him, her private bits were all throbbing! Better than leaning against the washing machine when it was in the spin cycle. What a hunk! Aside from his build, his eyes fascinated her. What struck Gardenia most about them was, he had two and they were both the same color! And he didn’t blink too much. Not like Mr. Gorkin, her old history teacher. He must have blinked a thousand times a minute. Poor guy. But that was then and this was now!

Tad had immediately asked her out for a cappuccino. She tried to look interested in everything he said, just as Jocelyn advised. When he spoke about his landlady raising the rent, Gardenia looked amazed. “Oh, that’s so not good! Goodness! Whatever will you do?!”

Tad’s handsome tanned face twitched with emotion, yet he still managed a broad smile revealing his perfect white teeth. “It’s annoying but it’s only five dollars a month increase. I think she likes me!” he winked.

She looked startled, worried for him. “Five is still five! Can you manage it?”

He fell in love with her from that very moment. She was caring and sweet. Gorgeous and kind. He couldn’t wait to see her naked. So when he took her home, he could hardly believe his luck when she asked him in. 

They were in each other’s arms in a second. No, less really—less because they had more or less walked the two blocks from Starbuck’s that way, so much so, a few funsters called out: “You guys glued together?”

When he began kissing her ‘like a woman ought to be kissed,’ she whispered, “Don’t! Don’t! Then in the next breath, “Don’t…Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

“I won’t,” he swore. And he didn’t. As a matter of fact, they had to call for an ambulance. The two were carried out on a stretcher still in each other’s arms. Truth be told, they were in the clinches, too!

“Better throw a blanket over these two love birds!”

So, they did. Happily, they still had vital signs, although one paramedic was pleasantly surprised.
What he had seen in his career!

from: HIS MAIN SQUEEZE!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Noir Horror!


I wrote this just for fun. I was such a big fan of noir films and books, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain--anyway, I wrote this horror/noir! It's spoofy and fun!

Toothsome Came the Vampire!

My secretary told me. "There's a lady to see you. I think you're gonna want to see her!" 

Josie, all smirky and long looks showed this babe in. I gave her the once over twice.


"What can I do for you." I was all cheesy grin. What killed it was her. She smiled and flashed the longest incisors I ever saw. That could be a problem I thought.

"You've been highly recommended, Mr. Spillstreet. Some of the undead remember how you helped them after they were turned. That's why I'm here."

"Gee, that's nice.”

“Yeah and that's not all. You see Mr. Spillstreet, there's this guy I want you to find for me. He turned me and left me flat. The first year of a vamp's existence is the hardest and it ain't no good when you get dumped. Do you think you can help me?"

I asked her if she wanted a scotch  and she laughed. “What's that on your face, cut yourself shaving?” She asked, licking her lips.

I thought of Dracula with Bela Lugosi and dropped my cigarette. She offered me one of hers. "They're specially made for me, kind of moist. You might not like them, it's an acquired taste.”

I reached for it. I had to. Something was making me do it. I knew I'd be sorry and frankly I didn't care. If I went the blood sucker route so what? 'Course I'd have to change my hours…


Noir Horror!


I wrote this just for fun. I was such a big fan of noir films and books, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain--anyway, I wrote this horror/noir! It's spoofy and fun!

Toothsome Came the Vampire!

My secretary told me. "There's a lady to see you. I think you're gonna want to see her!" 

Josie, all smirky and long looks showed this babe in. I gave her the once over twice.


"What Can I do for you." I was all cheesy grin. What killed it was her. She smiled and flashed the longest incisors I ever saw. That could be a problem I thought.

"You've been highly recommended, Mr. Spillstreet. Some of the undead remember how you helped them after they were turned. That's why I'm here."

"Gee, that's nice.”

“Yeah and that's not all. You see Mr. Spillstreet, there's this guy I want you to find for me. He turned me and left me flat. The first year of a vamp's existence is the hardest and it ain't no good when you get dumped. Do you think you can help me?"

I asked her if she wanted a scotch  and she laughed. “What's that on your face, cut yourself shaving?” She asked, licking her lips.

I thought of Dracula with Bela Lugosi and dropped my cigarette. She offered me one of hers. "They're specially made for me, kind of moist. You might not like them, it's an acquired taste.”

I reached for it. I had to. Something was making me do it. I knew I'd be sorry and frankly I didn't care. If I went the blood sucker route so what? 'Course I'd have to change my hours…


Thursday, August 18, 2016

Free Sci-Fi Story!



When the twin moons fade along with the night sky and the distant sun rises, he stirs. He has slept well--dreamless and comforted within the confines of his dwelling. 

His home is nestled within the cover of sand dunes. It is but a shelter of palm leaves and wasted bush leaves he has woven himself. He climbs out to breathe in the tangy breeze. Soon he will climb atop the dunes to stand and gaze at the only world he knows. The only world he has ever known.

It is a timeless place—his world, his life. So little is known—so much is desired.

He makes his way up the sandy rise with difficulty. His legs trouble him and his tail. Climbing painfully, he eventually reaches the top. The shore is beautiful--silken and half wet. It gleams in the muted light of a crimson dawn. A sea vast and seemingly unending stretches toward the horizon.

The sea is life to him, for it carries within it gifts of food--small winged crabs—and little horned fish.
He always finds them; they’re always there when his stomach pains him. But thirst now, for his throat is parched.

He gazes around and picks up a hollow--an empty shell of a vegetable he has already eaten. He takes the hollow and turns away from the beach. His destination is a great lake—perhaps as big as the sea.

It supports some life. Massive heads appear regularly far from the shore. They frighten him, for they stare at him for long periods before disappearing into the purple waters below. He looks for them now, but they are not there. So he kneels down, scooping the water into his vessel. When it is quite full he gulps it down. 

Relief.

Once he saw his reflection in the still water—and he studied it. He had at first thought it was another being. He had hoped it was another being. But when he reached out to touch it, he saw it was merely a reflection.

He has felt his face many times since then. He doesn’t know that the hard ridges he feels are actually small bones. All he knows is he has felt them. He had been pleased to see himself—it was like having company. But then it saddened him to know he was really alone. The desire to see his reflection has passed now.

He makes his way down to the beach—for hunger is the next need to satisfy. The shore is littered with food for him. Crouching, he eats--slowly and carefully—using his claws to remove bits of horn or poisonous wing. He has found over time that only the flesh of the sea creatures is edible.

His satisfaction is brief.

When his needs are satisfied, the questions begin. Why?

Sometimes he questions where he is and where he came from. He has no memory of a before, since it often seems to him that he has been in this place forever. At least he is comfortable. He suffers not--neither heat nor cold.

There is hardly a sun—only a sweetly smelling dawn which fades into a quiet twilight—quickly—perhaps too quickly. Night follows along with all-embracing darkness—a comfortable, temperate dark.

The dark doesn’t trouble him. He enjoys the magic it brings, for there is among its great opaque shadows, that which glitters. Stars—bright lights—glittering happily, carelessly. They sometimes make him jealous. 

He often gazes at them—dreaming dreams even he cannot understand. But then the dark recedes and the light time comes and the flyers along with it. They are great winged creatures, not from the sea, but from the sky it seems.

He watches as they fly silently, gracefully soaring and swooping down, they dine at the table of life—the bountiful sea again. The flyers please him even though he is troubled for he thinks they should sing. He’s never heard song—he only dreams of it in his heart.

Sometimes he shakes his ears—trying to hear them, but it’s no good. He can hear some things—he can hear the wind blowing at night—the grass shifting in the dunes—the sound of the surf.
But they are lonely sounds—and such sounds are not music.

And there should be music.

His world is lonely—and his questions are many. What about tomorrow? Tomorrow has fear in it, for tomorrow might only hold the long sleep from which there is no awakening.

When he is happy he mends his home and arranges pretty pebbles all around to give it color.

Often he’ll stroll along the shore—gazing out toward the horizon—thinking his thoughts—but not permitting any questions to interfere, as questions often bring sadness and irresolution.
At twilight, he’ll head for the dunes to await the dark.

And when his eyelids grow heavy and sleep beckons, he’ll retreat to his humble home where he will dream.

Dreams often come to him, but like his life and his existence, they are empty—reflecting only the world he knows.

He cries sometimes, for there is stirring within him the need to change his life. I WANT—!

He can’t put the thing into words. All he can feel is emptiness, like one of his hollows—a thing that needs filling.

But fill with what—water--or something else that also represents life?

On the last night of his existence in this world, when the dark swept the light away, and he didn’t care to look up at the stars, he tried to do something he had never done before. He wanted to sleep forever.
The sea was there waiting. It waited for him in the deep blackness—with only the gentle light of the sky orbs to give its presence away.

But death called him forth, so he deliberately plunged into that black, wet forever dark. A rumble of thunder—a streak of lightening were the only witnesses to his desperation. Dreamless, unending sleep—would surely be his.

But just as his body relaxed and his lungs began to fill with water—a great wave spit him out. Flinging him far away—causing him to wash up like any other flotsam.
And then, a thought came to him: I will live!

And so because of the thought and the simple meaning he now understood to be his destiny, he woke up.

But his world was different. He was different. His face was smooth. He touched it with altered digits. Gone, too, were his claws and his tail.

There were other changes too. The beach was gone and the dunes along with it. Now he found himself in the midst of a great forest. Great bushes reached up to the sky. Fully laden bushes—not like the withered brown plant life the beach contained.

He wept with joy.

And there, gazing down at him were flyers—smaller and wearing colors he had never seen.
But they were soundless, and because they were, he nodded sadly to himself.
It just goes on the same.

Suddenly something moved nearby. Clearly, he saw the tall grass shift—first one way and then the other.

He ran. He kept on running until he saw it--a frightened creature like himself. He froze and the creature stepped forward.

It was a woman. 

He smiled even though he had never seen another person before. He reached for her first--his altered hand, timid and ready to be drawn back. She clasped it.

As they touched, the flybirds began to sing.

But he heard more than that. He heard more than the wind too. There was so much abundant life around him—and it all had sound.

His world had really changed. His existence completely transformed. A rich world—alive with purpose had opened its soul to him.

And because he knew this was a good thing he laughed and the woman laughed with him and their laughter was like music.

This, the first Eden.

From FIRST
Copyright © 2011 Carole Gill

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Bathory: How the Baths Started


Countess Erzsebet Bathory, was very well educated, despite that, she so longed for an elixir to youth, that she believed blood was the answer! Here is an excerpt about when those infamous, hideous baths began.

“I will rub some blood on your face...!” This she did. “There now! Behold!” she said. I looked into my mirror and saw how much more radiant my skin looked. “Think how you will look if you bathe in it!”

That was how it all started. Those baths of blood! Yes, Anton. It was done! Girls were chained above my bath and sliced open—their bodies soon drained. When the tub was full enough, I’d climb in.

“Luxuriate in the blood of youth. It will go into you and change everything!”

It did! I felt so different. I actually tingled; somehow, all the care and worry of the past left me—making me feel as though I had been turned into a goddess! The baths would have to continue. More girls would be bled and I didn’t care. What difference did it make if there were fewer peasants in the world, I reasoned?

I was the goddess of my own world. Do you know what it is like to have absolute power? To have no one dare to refuse an order. Not that I needed that. I had willing accomplices, perhaps more evil than I! This darkest of periods encouraged every perversion one could think of and blood was at the center or it. Blood and pain and sex.

As always, Darvulia would steer me into greater pleasures. She’d watch me to see if I looked bored and if she thought I did, she’d suggest something else, something even more dark or violent. Sometimes I’d tire of it all. That is, I’d sit and watch from a chair, like the queen I thought I was. The Queen of Blood, Darvulia often called me.


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Saturday, August 13, 2016

Inspiration for The Fourth Bride (of Dracula) and more!



I fell in love with Coppola's film, Bram Stoker's Dracula. I knew I would write a book about it. Confession, I not only fell in love with the film and the interpretation of Dracula, but I also began writing about vampires! The film doesn't water down Dracula. He's capable of love, he's sexy, yet he is a demonic beast too! Yikes! 

                     
 

The music is from Hannibal, especially written for that film. I love it.

This clip captured every emotion of mine. It really overwhelmed me. I listened to it almost constantly while I was writing the novel. It captures everything I feel when I write about darkness and love! 

Now being me, that didn't mean I was going to write light-weight stuff. No, the dark has always intrigued me. The dark draws us in. Love in the darkness, desire in a dark dream that is what I think dark Gothic Romanticism is all about. That's what my novel is all about. And I have not changed the character of Dracula nor have I 'embellished' the story line. I merely wrote around events in the novel.

Many people have said they wished, with regard to the novel, that Dracula's love life was explored more. I agree and have done that. There is Dracula with violence but also with love.

What can be more romantic than the doom-filled relationship in this film between Mina and Dracula? It touches us. It begs us to feel something and we do. I know this because so many fans from around the world feel that emotion.

I still thoroughly love the novel, but I also love this film version. When I first saw it, it haunted me. It still does. It actually changed the course of my writing. It made me terribly aware of Gothic romance becoming far darker than it often is.

In fiction anything can happen and I think there can be love in the darkness.

I just saw the film again a few days ago and felt so moved, as always. Dracula remembers love, he sees a woman (Mina) who is the very incarnation of his own lost Elizabeta. A demon, feeling love! That is what it is all about in my opinion.

There can be love in the dark, love felt by those beyond the pale, beyond our own world. I suppose you can say love can light the dark perhaps for a moment, but what a moment!

Though part of The Blackstone Vampires Series, the book can be read as a stand alone.



Wednesday, August 10, 2016

BATHORY REMEMBERS


The Blood Countess is writing her memoirs in order to help her master and lover, Anton recover from a deadly illness. 

I Remember! 

The being known worldwide as Ezsebat Bathory was born in Nyirbator, Hungary, on the 7th of August, 1560. I was the second child and the eldest of three sisters. My brother, Stephen, was the eldest. My parents were Gyorgy Bathory and Anna, who was also of the Bathory clan. Neither of my parents fussed over me or praised me. I was conceived from an infrequent act of love or perhaps it happened at the end of a drunken evening when my father turned his attention to my mother instead of a buxom peasant girl.

As for my mother—it is known to me that she had no liking for her matrimonial duties. To spread one’s legs so that the royal line continued would have been her only reason to have willingly accommodated my father. I had overheard servants’ gossip about her being raped on her wedding night as she was less than willing or at the very least frightened. Decisions had to be made as whether or not to see to her needs.

Of course, wiser heads prevailed among the staff so that no one disturbed my father on his special night. As far as my being born, the conception occurred. There is no other way to describe it than frankly say: his sex shot out of him and entered her and the baby began to grow from then on. I, Bathory, Queen of Blood There were nine months of bleeding on and off, this I learned from letters I purloined, written by my mother to her sisters. I fear to lose the child. His rage would be murderous. At the very least he would not divorce me.

Still, I would be subjected to constant humiliation as he took one peasant after another to his bed. As it is, I often hear laughter and joyful shrieks coming from his bedchamber. The bleeding must have stopped because I was a full term baby and quite beautiful, it is said. I understand I pleased my parents if for nothing else than the fact I further guaranteed the survival of their line. I wanted for nothing. My world was privileged and my parents high born, but my life was no fairy tale. I did not come from kindly or compassionate people.

Cruelty and insanity were rampant in my family despite their wealth and position. My uncle and grandfather had both been rulers of Transylvania. Our family, being so important, looked inside itself for marriage partners and because of this, there was incest; and because of the incest, there was sometimes insanity and deviancy. That insanity thrived in the family I can only attribute to hearsay. A servant told me that my grandfather was a satyr. He enjoyed nothing more than rushing into official meetings naked, ready to mount anyone who was willing. He had made all the female servants pregnant, even his own daughters.

Wise women were often consulted and the unborn child aborted. If a child was born, it was given away. Only my Aunt Klara kept her child but the girl, I think it was, did not live long. I was both amazed and thrilled by these tales a servant told. Elsa knew so much, but then something happened. She was taken away. I also recall hearing her screams as she was beaten for betraying confidences. They said she ran away but I didn’t believe it. I saw guards carrying a large bundle. They also carried torches and shovels.

There was no one to ask what had happened, not that I’d have dared. No one spoke to me. All they did was stare and whisper. I didn’t know what to think. Mystery, lies, and conjecture were all around me and always would be. There were matters of illness, too. I had suffered from fits since childhood. My mother said it was part of the curse. “Such a beauty, and she is cursed.” Those were her words.

But as young as I was, I did not believe this. This was the first time I thought of my mother as being ignorant. That view would never change. As for myself, I have believed things when you read on you will wonder at. Perhaps I thought ill of my mother because I didn’t love her. I recall being ill more often than not. The fits and dark moods were all about me then. There was no relief, or at least, to get any seemed impossible. And because of that, I grew angry.

After all, I was tired of hurting myself from the falling sickness. Often I got bruised and hurt. That is when the rages began. It was as though angry voices were urging me on. I witnessed certain things. Acts of brutality carried out by guards. I knew those acts happened on my parents’ orders. I’d watch whippings of servants and peasants. This would go on for hours as the head of our household staff questioned the victim.

There were charges of thieving. One incident I remember involved a young housemaid being questioned over the disappearance of some silverware. Not only was she whipped, she was abused by both the guards. If my presence had been noted, I’d have been in for a whipping myself by order of my parents. I knew that, yet I was drawn to stay, intrigued by what I saw. It was thrilling. Plainly arousing.

Of course, my childish mind didn’t think of it that way—not then. I only realize it as an adult. One of the guards—Trei was his name—was handsome, but for the dueling scars he had, the only corruption in his handsome features. He was always the one to lead the examination, as he called it. “We will examine the thief now,” he’d say. Then he’d start asking questions, but at the same time he’d be pulling hair. I winced and didn’t enjoy what I was watching, yet something was making me stay. It was as though I could not pull away.

Once, I was seen. I nearly died when Trei questioned me. He warned me I wasn’t to ever watch the punishments or interviews. Then he winked at me and gave me a sweet. For the longest time, I obeyed their dictums. Even when I heard shrieks, I stayed away. However, over time, my curiosity got the better of me. I know now I wanted to watch the horror! You see this was insidious—this desire to see suffering, because my need for it would grow.

I was not well. The fits had returned almost immediately after I was seen where I wasn’t to be. I fell many times and lay undiscovered—I only knew what happened when I’d come to and feel the pain in my head or whatever part of me I had hurt. My parents never knew about my wanting to see suffering. My sisters did and I warned them not to tell. I said I’d hurt them and they believed me, especially my little sister Klara Anna, as I nearly broke her finger once when she took one of my dolls and would not say where it was. Sophia always clung to her after that. Nothing I did could ever make Sophia look kindly upon me again. I think that was when I first felt like a monster. When one feels this way, it is only a matter of time until one becomes one! Seeing fear in others’ eyes fuels the dark 16 Carole Gill desire to dominate and punish. The more fear I saw, the more I wanted to see.

There was an old servant who fell sick. My mother was annoyed with this woman as she kept dropping things. She’d always beg for forgiveness but Mother sounded angry and would order her from her room. When the old servant—Gabber, I think her name was— hobbled out in tears, I followed her to the kitchens where she went to speak with the head of the staff. Yes, Trei. She told him she was ill and unable to work. He flew into a rage. “Why do you tell me, you old cow? Do you expect pity?” She said she did not. “No, sir, not pity,” she said. “Just some bread and I will return to my village.” Trei screamed at her and started to hit her. Down she went under the rain of blows.

One of the female staff pleaded with him to stop. Instead of listening, he turned his anger on the maid. There was so much blood on the floor, long after the women stopped shrieking. From my undiscovered vantage point, I could not tell if the women were alive. As it turned out, they weren’t. After kicking them and getting no response, Trei grabbed one of the young maids and hauled her out of the house. I wanted to see what he was going to do with her, but I could not go—I’d have been discovered. So, I stayed where I was. I must have fallen asleep because it was quiet when I woke. There were only a few servants about, scrubbing pots.

Had I slept through dinner, my mother would be furious, I knew. So as soon as I was able to, I stole outside. I had decided to go in another way, hoping not to be seen. As I passed by the gatehouse, I saw Trei with a naked woman. I recognized her to be the servant. 17 I, Bathory, Queen of Blood She was crying because he was doing things to her. Things I knew had to be about intimacy. I had already seen peasants doing such things to one another. Usually I found it boring and silly, but not this time. It pains me to admit now but I found it fascinating and interesting, mostly because the girl was crying so hard! And if that wasn’t enough, seeing another man there also touching the girl seemed so remarkable to me.

He was naked as well. I could see his buttocks. When I heard Trei say, “Your Lordship,” I nearly screamed. It was my father! When I reached the dinner table, my mother looked too upset to admonish me for being late for my father’s chair was still empty! I smiled at her. How lucky I was that Father wasn’t there, I thought. That wasn’t the only time I knew my father to be involved with such things.

I witnessed other things too. I realized he liked one of the new maids quite a bit. She was a buxom, beautiful girl and I saw him kiss her. I had gotten used to hiding in cupboards and knew exactly which room Father would take her to. They went at it for quite a long time. The girl was giggling and so was Father. Mother didn’t care what her husband did. That was obvious to me.

Still, I felt the girl had disrespected my mother. So I snuck up on her when she was sleeping and beat her with a rolling pin. The sound of the pin upon her flesh was exhilarating. She was full of blood when I left her, happy in my heart I had done something to punish her for her loose ways! As for my father, he continued to do as he wished and with whomever he wanted. At least ten babies were born during my childhood. The offspring of housemaids. Most of the girls left to return to their villages. None of them were compensated, I am certain.

Then, when I turned ten, my father died. I had no reaction at all. It meant nothing to me. My mother acted the part of a grieving widow, as was expected of our class. She wore black all the time and took to her bed. I wondered if perhaps she had feelings for him after all. This puzzled me and still does. As I rarely saw her and had grown very distant to my sisters, I had no one as my brother, Stefan, didn’t pay attention to me at all. I felt lonely sometimes, and also bored in these years. There was little to do but play with dolls I no longer wanted—stupid, passive things with blank faces. If I squeezed them or knocked them on the floor, there was no reaction. And I wanted there to be! I shall die of boredom, I thought.

Ever resourceful, though, I discovered other pursuits. There were peasant boys I could entice with a smile and a wink. I quite liked one in particular. He’d come around with his father to do carpentry. Twice, I had gotten him alone. As we were so young, neither of us knew what to do; we only touched one another, believing we imitated what we thought adults did with regard to lovemaking. My mother’s personal maid discovered us both naked in one of the food stores. From the expression on her face,

I knew she was going to tell my mother. No amount of pleading helped. Yet, because nothing appeared to happen for the longest time, I thought possibly she didn’t tell her but then, just when I turned eleven, something did happen. I was told there was exciting news. As the eldest, I was the first to have to marry and would be united with Ferenc Nádasdy. So, just like that, I was engaged! “You are my child and it is a great honor.” Was it really? My husband would take my own name, Bathory—I thought that odd but it was our family that had the name and our family that had the money.

Yet, I knew the ugly truth even at that young age: I was being married off so as to be controlled more easily. My future mother-in-law, Countess Ursula Nasady, sent a carriage for me. My mother was filled with excitement. This was the first time I had seen her smile in ages. She made a great fuss over me as I was packed off. If only she had always been like that! I was so moved by this display of affection, I cried the entire way to Sarvar Castle. Never had I felt more hopeless. I was received with great enthusiasm by my future mother-in-law.

I am sure I hated her from that moment. It was just something about her fawning and overly emotional antics—not something I was used to. She told me constantly that I would soon meet my prospective husband. That didn’t happen for some time. What did occur proved annoying as she buzzed around me constantly. She felt it was her mission to teach me all she deemed important. I was told how to dress, write letters and even how to eat. I am sure she meant well, but it got rather irritating. As it turned out, I did not meet Frenec until several months later, just before our wedding! I will say I was not lonely for male company for I had my eyes on a peasant boy from the village.

Jan was handsome and sweet and seemed beguiled by me from the first. We had already seen one another naked and had been coupling for some time. As I had seen Jan’s manhood, which was of generous size, I wondered how big Frenec’s was. Anton, for the purposes of this memoir, I shall include some use modern day words to describe things. I find it so much easier now. 20 Carole Gill When I next saw Jan, I asked him some rather direct questions. Any knowledge of sex that I had came from over hearing servants mainly, although some guards were only too happy to whisper the most outrageous things to me.

My personality was such that I was never shocked. Still, Jan’s was only the second penis I’d ever seen, so I wondered about the variation in size from male to male. The first time I was with him, I asked, “How big will it get?” “Touch it and see.” He grinned. This I did, and lo and behold, it grew—quite a bit as it happened. When he told me to take off my underthings, I was worried. “You’ll hurt me.” He swore he wouldn’t. He didn’t mean to, I was certain, but it did hurt the first time. Still, I liked the sensation of it all and saw no reason not to meet him again in secret.

As incredible as it may seem, we had been meeting one another for three years, without anyone knowing, which made the whole thing even more thrilling. Three years and my fiancé and I had yet to meet! That was because of his military campaigns, his mother assured me. When I turned fourteen, I felt my body begin to change. My breasts were bigger, which pleased Jan and me, too. But then we both got worried. Jan started it off. “I think you are pregnant,” he said. “If you are, they will kill me and punish you.”

I was terrified. Determined to hide the pregnancy, I wore whatever worked. My mother-in-law found out and exploded with anger. She yelled at me so much, I miscarried. The blood and horror of what came out of me affected me, I know it did. If I had been cursed with fits and rages, it became worse now.  Jan and his father vanished. I was told they left the country. I hope they did but I had my doubts. As for me, I was punished by being locked in my chamber. No one spoke to me, not until two weeks before my wedding, when servants came to wash and prepare me, they said. Ursula was with them.

 “We will proceed from here and forget the evil and shame you brought upon yourself and our house. My son is arriving tomorrow. Your wedding will take place on the 8th of May. That is one week from today..."
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