Blood Prism and cats

Blood Prism  Is coming out soon on audible- I love the reading by Emily Emerson.

It’s so nice to fall in love with a book I wrote  – Thank you, Emily!!!

 

Someone reading blood prism

 

From Blood Prism:

“Let’s get something straight… I’m not. And I come from the kind of family that’s a whole lot happier seeing their son cradling a gun than another man, funny how you’re a paragon if you kill a man, but a pariah if you love one. I never told them I was gay…

I met Mark and fell in love. People seem to think that gay men have sex and straight man fall in love… that’s not true.  I’ve had a lot of sex, but only a couple of loves… I think that’s probably true for most…

I still dream of Mark sometimes…I like remembering him, though… tumbling into my ancient Ford. We were like wild creatures, so in lust and so in love… It was like a fever.   The windows of the car clouded with passion thick as a Thule fog…

Mark reached over me. I could smell him. I can smell him still. He smelled like longing and memory, hot chocolate and love. Onto the perspiring glass, with long, extended finger he drew roses and the silhouettes of birds flying skyward. The drops wept into silver lines. For months afterward, driving alone in a certain light, I’d see the ghostly outlines on the window, plastered across the sky like a memory of love.

We joined a theater company and I met other men. But, it’s never the same as your first… I ran a little wild… did some drugs… lots of drugs, actually. Mark and I both did. It was like stepping into a magical kingdom together… nothing will ever be the same again… nothing will ever be as good… Say what you will, drugs are fun. Only people who never tried them think they’re not. It’s why those anti-drug campaigns never work. Reality sucks.

I’ve had friends who say, “As long as I have books and sex, (or ‘love and wine,’ or ‘music and sex’…) why I would try drugs?  I’m happy. That’s all I need.” … and maybe they’re lucky… never knowing what they missed.  I’m fairly content now too… but it doesn’t mean I don’t remember.…

At the beginning, it seemed like doorways into new worlds were opening, the ‘doors of perception.’ You feel like people on the other side are duller, less aware, less open.

The world will never be as simple as it was, how can it? How can you trust that what you see is real after the alterations of acid? How can you hear music in the same way after becoming part of a melody with Mary Jane? How can you not miss the exuberant mind-sharpening acuity of coke or meth?

It’s kinda like climbing a mountain. It starts off like a nice hike; beautiful, new, a time of discovery… then you get too high. The air so thin you can’t breathe. You still have to come down, but now it’s night, supplies are low. You don’t have any water. That wonderful place you just explored is dark and cold…All the friends you hiked up the mountain with are gone, some turned back, some fell and those who are still there are fighting over provisions….”

On another note- two of my other books have just come out on audible too,

Electric Detective read by the incomparable Christopher Graybill. Not only did he do a bang-up reading ( it is a detective tale) he gave me some fabulous input that I incorporated into the book. Thank you, Christopher!

 

And the wonderful, talented Miranda Reading-Spring made The Truth of Fiction come alive.

None of my work is easy to read – so I am more than grateful to these wonderful talents who have lent their voice to work –

Also ,  Simon Prebble- who makes anything sound good, the wonderful Derek Perkins, 

the velvet- tongued Brandon McKernanBest Seller

 

So don’t just sit there, buy something:) Cat food ain’t free ya know.