. . . and haven’t seen the million and one posts out there already, voting is now open for the You Want Blood Awards sponsored by The Kittyinaz Facebook Group. Vote as often as you like. There are literally hundreds of entries for you to choose from. I’d like to thank the other women that make up The Authority: 4padfoot, magsmacdonald, Gyllene, and Kittyinaz. It was one hell of an effort to get everything up and running; it’s not perfect, but I’m damn proud of what we’ve done!
Thank you to those of you that nominated me and my stories for the awards. I am very humbled by the fact you all seem to enjoy the fruits of my over-active imagination.
Now, I didn’t write this post with the purpose of tooting my horn. I actually have a new story for you. I know, I know . . . but it’s for a good cause. It’s just a bit of light-hearted fun to promote the awards.
I’m including the picture below because I think it’s funny. I saw it posted on Facebook earlier today.
And if you’ve made it to this far, you can have an extra special treat. A preview of Chapter 53 from ADL.
“NO!” Sophie-Anne’s scream of denial echoes through the silent ballroom. She tries to rise to her feet, but the guards force her to stay on her knees in front of The Guardian. She struggles against their hold, but her efforts are futile. A guard brings a black wooden box with the seal of The Authority on it towards The Guardian. He stops in front of The Guardian, presenting the box to him. The Guardian removes a pair of black gloves from his pocket. He pulls the gloves on before opening the black box. From the box he removes a thick piece of mahogany wood with a silver handle on top. The guard closes the box and steps away. The Guardian moves slowly towards the three condemned vampires, the stake poised above his head ready to strike.
The Guardian stops before Lorena. “As The Guardian, the leader of the one true Authority, I condemn you Lorena Krasiki to the True Death.” Lorena raises hate-filled eyes to The Guardian’s face, unable to react in any other way due to the silver in and on her body. The Guardian stabs her through the heart with the stake; her body disintegrates into a pile of sludge, splattering those closest to her.
Compton falls to the floor in agony, writhing and screaming at the pain from the loss of his maker. His body flails on the floor like a fish out of water. The Guardian gestures to Compton’s body in irritation. “Somebody pick him up!” Two of the guards secure Compton by holding him underneath his arms. The Guardian raises the arm containing the stake and swings it through the air towards Compton’s heart. Compton flinches and turns his head to avoid seeing the oncoming death-blow.