Archive for May 4th, 2012 | Daily archive page
I promised a special guest in the forest today and she’s here! The satyrs and nymphs are on their best behavior, anxiously awaiting the baby toe cookies Carole Lanham promised to bring them. I think I just heard one satyr squeal with glee. He’s our boisterous member of the forest. I swear he has more energy in one horn than I have in my whole body.
Anyway, on with the goodies Carole brings us!
31 Days of Secrets…
To gear up for the latest print release from Morrigan Books, author Carole Lanham is sharing 31 secrets in 31 days from her collection of award-winning stories, The Whisper Jar. On May 31, 2012, The Whisper Jar will be available for purchase in paperback, and this is one secret that both Carole and Morrigan Books hope you’ll whisper far and wide. In the meantime, if you’d like to read the book before the end of the month, please pick up your copy of the ebook today at Amazon.
Secret # 4
Two minutes after Dr. Mangrove made the announcement that Hadley Crump was going to die, Lucinda walked in the bedroom, stirring a cup of chamomile with her finger and smiling like it was Christmas. Hadley’s momma lay across his legs, soaking the blanket with her tears, but Lucinda wasn’t one to pay Hadley’s momma much mind. She poked that tea-stirring finger in his mouth as though she meant to feed him the whole cup one lick at a time.
“I brought you something,” she said, and she wasn’t talking about tea. Hadley followed her gaze to the strip of violet paper on the rim of the saucer. He waited until she left to refill the cup before he let himself look at it.
I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and I could feel the hot breath on my neck…
About the time he got to the hot breath part, Hadley’s fingers let loose and the words loopty-looped away with all the devilish momentum of a broken promise.
~ The Reading Lessons
Carole Lanham is made entirely out of awesome. The Whisper Jar is packed to the lid with dark magic and whimsy, while bearing an ominously old-fashioned touch that might make Edward Gorey feel right at home. It deserves to be ranked as a modern classic.
— Brian Hodge, author of Mad Dogs and Picking The Bones