WHISPER MUSIC!

My first novel:

What if the Virgin Mary was bitten by a vampire? Danyaela Morrigan is an ex-Catholic, ex-college student, and ex-human, furious at the God who allowed her to be turned into a demoness. In the mountain town of Medjugorje, where the Blessed Virgin is rumored to appear, Danyaela seeks to share her eternal curse with the Mother of God. In the bitter, destructive battle that follows, she becomes afflicted with the power to enter the spirit world and touch the soul of every human being at will. 

On Christmas Day, two Boston cops unwittingly find the body of a man who used to hunt vampires. Following the twisted trail, Detectives Blake and McArdle uncover the disappearance of a girl called Danyaela—and the woman known as Lady Claudia, who turned her. As they track the mortal servants of the damned, they draw ever closer to the heart of the Dark Lady’s plan to return from Hell for a virgin birth and a resurrection of her own. 

But the thirsting dead and the hunters from the Vatican are both thrown out of their plans when Danyaela meets Blake and begins to remember ordinary human friendship. Her strange new powers have cracked the ancient detente between the Lord God and the Lord Satan, and the mortal world is becoming the field of all-out battle, as she finds herself questioning her loyalties for the first time in twelve years. When Easter comes, many things will arise from the shadows of death—for good, or for evil.

Available here.

The Santa Saga

Hey, guys! I know this blog is usually a place for me to gush about my feelings and stuff, but we're gonna do something different today. You see, Part Six of my Santa Saga has just appeared in the lovely online literary journal, Aurora Wolf. That means you can now see all three pairs of connected tales arranged like a deck of cards on my author's page. In my own teeny little way, it's like having collected all the Infinity Stones.

I won't go into any particular detail about the series—I figure, if you're interested, you won't want it spoiled, and if you're not, then it doesn't matter anyhow—but in brief, it's about a bunch of mystical and mortal folk who hang out together at a (sadly fictional) Boston tavern called Dill's, and end up getting embroiled in a bizarre adventure involving the one and only Father Christmas. The fun part is that the entire thing evolved out of me going on Facebook every Advent to complain about the fact that Santa's helpers are called elves. They're obviously not elves, they're short bearded craftsmen who live in the mountains. Doy.

So over time, because I was a night janitor and had little else to do with my brain-mind, I started developing a mythos of my own regarding the Claus and his Arctic kinfolk. It became clear to me that Santa represented the Khazilim, an offspring of Angel and Dwarf, and that got me thinking about where the real Elves fit into all this, and that led me to discover the existence of Lyrilim, the offspring of Angel and Elf. And then of course the Nephilim got involved, not to mention the Cherubim, and things just went from there.

If my calculations are correct, the Santa Saga is now nearing its cataclysmic conclusion. The final chapters are set to be Parts One and Two of "The Eye of the Elohim." Look for the beginning of the end when April turns to May. And prepare. For. MAYHEM!