four day event
May 30-31 June 1-2
That’s right – Crimson Melodies is returning to Wizard World’s Philadelphia Comic Con 2013!
Whether you’re a convention pro or a curious first-timer, there’s always things to do and people to see. Check out what’s going on this year(click through the image above) and be sure to stop by our creator booth. It’s a great weekend for every kind of fandom, and kid-friendly too (kids under 10 get in free with a paid adult – check the Wizard site for details).
More details soon on what Crimson Melodies will be featuring, but expect to find all our books (The Vampire Flynn 1&2 and the Nocturnal Embers Anthology), plus great extras like trading cards, bookmarks, and other knick-knacks. And be sure to keep your eyes open for freebies and maybe even a special con release.
Can’t wait to be there!
from Embers by Brendan Sullivan
The hunt could be as rewarding as the prey itself, but when hunger turns primal strategy changes. There is no time for toying with the potential victim – no desire on my part to plant seductive thoughts, or tender nightmares in the mind of the meal to be. There is just a need to capture it and drain it dry, to annihilate the prey.
from Love and Honor by Noree Cosper, one of eleven stories in our new supernatural/dark-fantasy anthology
“Sister!” the woman’s deep voice carried over the music.
Mist sighed and made her way to the bar. “Kara. I didn’t know you’d chosen this place”
Kara threw he head back and laughed. “Still as stiff as ever, I see. Sit, have a drink. The mead is excellent here.”
Mist perched on the stool and nodded to the bartender standing behind the counter. Behind him was a door covered in runes that her eyes perceived as flickering with a yellow light. In order to do her duty, she needed to get past that door. The tender provided distraction from the added obstacle of Kara’s presence by setting a mug filled to the brim with frothing liquid in front of her. She sipped it, letting the honey drink roll along her tongue, and smiled. The perfect blend of sweet and bitter.
“So, how long has it been?” Kara asked.
“Fifty years,” Mist replied.
“That long. It’s a shame. In the old days we would ride together.”
“Those days are over.”
Kara swirled the last dregs of her mead, her brows knitted together. “Once, the Valkyries were revered. It was an honor to be Chosen. Now we’re all but forgotten, forced to oversee the smallest of scrabbles.”
“Doesn’t matter. We still have a duty.”
“Aye, to the Allfather. But how can we know if they are truly worthy for him?”
The bartender set another mug in front of Kara and she lifted it to her lips, smiling over the rim. “You know, I should tell you to leave, but what fun would that be?”
from Unrequited Lust by Viktor James Night, one of eleven stories in our new supernatural/dark-fantasy anthology
While he waited, Taen surveyed the clientele. Most looked human, at least on the surface, and dressed to match the expensive décor of the club. The few that obviously weren’t – the strange and unrecognizable creatures who had ventured through the portal from places unknown – kept mostly to themselves.
It wasn’t the patrons that concerned him, anyway. Taen focused most of his attention on the vampire behind the bar, Walter Krause. On the surface, Walter appeared to be little more than a young human man – handsome, athletic, strong, and despite being an above average example of the species, as fragile as any other. But behind the youthful mask was a bloodthirsty predator empowered by the gifts of his bloodline, and with a mind sharped by a century of experience. Like any savvy vampire, he concealed his power well.
As intently as he watched Walter, so too did the vampire keep a keen eye on the rest of the room. Cunning and observant far beyond the average human, little went on that Walter didn’t know about. He was, to Taen at least, annoyingly good at his job.
“Hey,” a female voice said from beside his table, dripping with mischief. “Whacha doing?”
A stunningly attractive woman with long chestnut hair and a vibrant red dress leaned on the empty chair at his side. Her rosy cheeks and twinkling green eyes framed a broad, white smile.
Looking past the stolen human body to the spirit residing within, Taen immediately recognized her. “Go away, Sil.”
“Why, thanks,” Sil replied, placing a foot on the base of the high chair to hoist herself up onto it. “I’d love to join you.”
Taen folded his hands together and rested them on the edge of the table. “What are you doing here?”
“I was curious why you body-jacked the most boring looking man in a hundred mile radius to sit here for the last three hours.”
“I did not body-jack him, Sil. I asked. I always ask.”
“And that’s proving my point,” she replied, slapping her hand on the table. “Anyone willing to give someone else their body just to sit around and do nothing for hours and hours is definitely boring. And kind of plain, too. What are you doing sitting here in a boring, unattractive guy, Taen?”
“Just enjoying the scenery,” Taen said. “How did you come by your host? You took hold of her against her will, no doubt.”
“Yeah,” Sil replied with a giggle. “I can feel her squirming in here. She’s settled down some, but boy did she put up a fight at first.” She paused, running her hands over her curves. “I like this one, too. I’m going to enjoy taking her for a ride.”
“Then ride her around somewhere else. I’m busy.”
from Banished by Jessica Fortunato, one of eleven stories in our new supernatural/dark-fantasy
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.”
“If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.”
from Hunting Evangeline by Zack Rewey, one of eleven stories in our new supernatural/dark-fantasy anthology
Have you ever seen a fox in a chicken run? The word you’re looking for is frenzy. If it moves, it dies. When I come out of it, there are pieces lying all around me. Don’t ask me to say what bit goes where. The pieces are too small, and I was never any good at jigsaws.