WILL THERE BE SEX AT THE END OF THE WORLD?

I hope so.  But then, I am a romantic.


Life has a way of hitting us in the gut with the worst news possible,

only to demand we rise to the occasion.


I am fond of tales of Ragnarok.

 Brave heroes facing personal doom for the salvation of the world.


As I stated in my prior post, I have written my own End of Days tale which will soon be an audio book.

If you want to see some beautiful Leonora Roy illustrations and read the prose for yourself:

http://www.amazon.com/END-OF-DAYS-ebook/dp/B0082ZJD08


Not that it is all doom and gloom.


There is a slumber party with teenage girls:

one a werewolf, another a goblin princess, two street orphans, two hellhounds, and one emotionally shattered ghoul, Alice Wentworth.


There is a crooked poker game with a vampire priest, the last Titan, Samuel McCord, and those same teenage girls and ghoul.


There are history classes taught by a Lakota shaman, Wolf Howl. 


Physical education classes turned lethal coached by a Chooser of the Slain.  (That's Valkyrie for those of you who don't speak Viking!)


And a vampire priest teaching about how to view life from an annotated edition of DRACULA.


At the end there is a grand Wagner-style finale, pitting all my linked heroes against the End of Days and a multitude of converging enemies.


Until there is only one champion left standing.


Can a slain hero come back from the dark shores of death by the sheer force of love and will alone to stand beside his love one last time?


Hey, this is Victor Standish we're talking about.

And I like to think that the last light that will shine at the End of Days will be love.

{Artwork courtesty of the artistic genius of Leonora Roy}