I’m glad to see you made it through the Impenetrable Forrest with Mischievous and myself. On our way we passed Dreamers quaint little cottage, we attracted the zombie horde and brought them along with us. It was the good thing too, because when the Piranha Hummingbirds attacked the zombies were slow and they were devoured down to the bare bones affording us an easy escape. So that’s a few less zombies to pester Dreamer. Of course there are always new ones showing up so the Prankster Duo won’t have to worry about running out of playmates anytime soon. In our mad dash to escape I think we ran right past a Killer Koala. He was probably disoriented by Mischievous’ screaming. What’s that? I was the one screaming. Are you sure? Well, who knew my short legs could move so fast, even as screamed like a little girl.
Mischievous and I are holed up here in the old Catholic unconsecrated cemetery to wait out the full moon. There is no cell phone service here so we are out of touch with the world for now. I hope the Snark is recuperating all right. It’s a serious thing if the Whipmistress’ Snark isn’t feeling well. The reason we’re stuck here in the cemetery is The Werewolf Monks, wonderful hosts that they are, don’t accept visitors during the course of the full moon. Of course my muse is safe because he’s already there. Don’t worry about us we’re safe because the unconsecrated cemetery is neutral territory. Nothing messes with the Enforcer Spirits that execute the law around here, not even the zombies are that stupid. And let’s face folks the zombies aren’t just playing with a less than a full deck. Their deck only contains Jokers and Lazy Jacks. So while we’re cooling our jets here I thought I’d talk about what I’ve been reading.
Besides my daily spiritual readings, in the last week three of my favorite authors have released books. The first and foremost is of course is the Master’s. Just when you thought it was safe to visit mid-world again Mr. King has released another book in the Gunslinger series. This new book titled The Wind Through the Keyhole, falls in the middle of the Dark Tower cycle, between Wizard and Glass and Wolves of Calla. I’ve only just begun to read it so I can’t tell you much more than that. It should comfort me nicely here against the headstone of poor old Liam Flannery who passed away two days before the Mrs., affording him a very short respite from her sharp tongue. The critics have been sharp tongued with regards to SK’s revisiting of mid-world, and although it’s too early for me to have an opinion on the work itself I must say it is courageous of Stephen to reopen the doorway to visit with Roland and his ka-tet.
The second book added to my granite nightstand is the latest from that jokester Mr. Christopher Moore titled Sacre Bleu. He claims it is a book about the color blue. What ever he says about it, is irrelevant because he never fails to make me laugh out loud. It’s a Dirty Job was about a beta male. And You Suck is a love story. I’m looking forward to laughing in public places as I read all about the color blue.
And last but not least Bloodstorm by Amber Kallyn is out in paperback from Amazon. A love story with intrigue, passion, and blood sucking vamps. Five Salamanders out of five. Check it out at Amazon.
In any case I’ll savor my time with these authors because they always entertain. Fortunately the moon is rising early and it’s plenty bright enough for me to read by. So I think I’ll wrap it here and get some reading in this week I’ll leave you with a little taste of Christopher Moore.
“That’s the difference between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm.”
“She gave him the wide, green-eyed expression that she would have described as I will slap you so far into next week that it will take a team of surgeons just to get Wednesday out of your ass.”