the mysterious cat, daughter of Bast ...
She owns the strangest French Quarter restaurant you will ever visit -
As Victor Standish finds out in the beginning of his audiobook adventure coming in 21 days:
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For The Desert Rocks,
here is a "mesmerizing" excerpt
(bloodless but filled with magic)
of Victor's first audiobook:
Victor is "paying" for his breakfast by sketching Mesmer in charcoal when she asks him to lean down to listen to her:
Suze was busily wolfing down her breakfast of steak and eggs. Me? I was in the midst of earning my breakfast. I had a fine stretched canvas on the table in front of me, busily stroking it in flashes of mystery and power. Mesmer was sitting staring at me, the secrets of the ages seeming to burn deep inside her amber eyes as she watched me.
The restaurant was what a Victorian hooker on Meth would have imagined Wild Bill Hickok’s bar in Deadwood to have looked. A dark, smoky haze kept the surroundings half-hidden. I didn’t care. I just added it to the sketch.
I saw a flash of long, lovely legs in the twilight of the restaurant.
I looked up. A young woman with a guitar, snug top, and short shorts began to sing in a British accent. The phrase “RAGS AND BONES” kept being repeated so I figured that was the name of the song.
Suze eyed me. “Ain’t Thea Gilmore a mite old for a young one like you?”
I winked at her. “I have a thing for older women.”
Mesmer yowled, and Suze went pale, saying, “She said considering your future that is good.”
I shrugged. “The future is the future. I live in the moment. I mean everything changes so enjoy what won’t last while you have it.”
Mesmer arched on her hind legs, placing her front paws on the table, and scaring the ever-living snot out of me, she purred in soft English:
“Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down your ear, boy-man, and listen.”
I tucked the charcoal away in my shirt pocket, placed the canvas beside my chair, and leaned down to her fanged mouth.
“The voice of the forest in the night, a panther's laughter in the dark, the rattle of raked claws through gravel, the chattering chorus of crickets in hot meadows, the delicate ballet of butterflies --these things will never change.”
Mesmer’s eyes seemed to swallow my world. “The sun striking fire along ragged sea waves, the glory of the stars, the promise of dawn, the scent of the ocean at even tide, the thorn of spring, the sharp and tongueless cry of winter winds--these things will always be the same.”
Mesmer growled low, “The adder, the hawk, and the wolf will also never change. Pain and death will always contest for the soul. But under the sidewalks trembling like a female in childbirth, under Man’s buildings trembling like a newborn, under the waste of time, under the hoof of the beast above the broken bones of soulless cities, there will be something flowing like a river, something bursting from the earth again, forever deathless, faithful, coming into life again like love in a cemetery.”
Mesmer sat back down, and I said, “Well, I’m glad one of us understood that.”
Suze rasped, “What did Mesmer say, Victor?”
“You didn’t hear her?”
She shook her head. “Only a strange yowling. What did Mesmer say?”
I made a face. “Ah, the Cliff Notes version is that I don’t know squat.”
Eve, I hope you enjoyed that -- and all you other friends! :-)
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