Let me introduce myself; I’m Lynn Townsend, geek and writer (yes, I self-identify as geek before any and everything else… I was a geek before being a geek was cool; but I’m not gatekeepery about it. You look like a PC! Come, join the party!) and this week, we’re celebrating the release of my second novel, Blood Sight, Book One in the Demoniac Codex, released by Vamptasy Publishing.
Which is totally awesome!
The book is awesome! Vamptasy is awesome! I’m pretty dang awesome myself! And of course, You Are Awesome!
I am also, obviously, a little overly caffeinated when I write these things…
I just recently got back in touch with one of the people who greatly influenced my writing career; my 11th and 12th grade English teacher… he also taught Creative Writing, which really should not have been called that.
As an adult, I’ve come to the conclusion that happiness / success isn’t a zero-sum equation. Just because someone else succeeds, or is happy, doesn’t mean there’s a finite amount to go around. My being happy and successful rarely have anything to do with someone else being unhappy or unsuccessful. As a dear friend of mine has said on numerous occasions, there’s enough room for everyone.
On the other hand, there’s no place where that’s less true than high school.
In high school, there was this girl and she was everything. Smart, pretty, talented, from a good family. All the adults loved her, particularly the teachers. And she was in ALL of my classes. She got the lead in the plays. She got the best grades. She could do no freaking wrong. I was smart, and rather talented, but I was also surly, not very pretty, and prone to fits of depression and if goth or emo had been a thing back in the day, I would have been one of them.
I pretty much hated her. For no reason, really. I mean, she wasn’t mean. We weren’t friends, even though we spent eight hours together every day. For years.
At the senior awards ceremony, teacher after teacher got up, gave a speech about how one student was the exemplary history / science / math student. Aaaaand… that would be her. And her again. And yet another one… Oh, look, that one went to someone else? Astonishing. But, back to her. By the time the English teacher got up to give his speech… I confess, I’d stopped listening.
I wish I hadn’t.
That was my award.
Someone had to nudge me to go up and receive it.
That was really my first lesson in success; if you’re too busy worrying about what other people are doing, you’re gonna miss out on your own life.
(As a side note: these days, we’re both successful. We’re doing jobs that we love, and we have lives that we love. And we’re even friends.)
“You are an arrogant bastard,” I said. Millions, trivial. Vampires and their ivory towers.
“And rich. Do not forget that part.”
“Are you teasing me?”
“Perhaps. If you need to ask, I am not doing a particularly good job with it. A curiosity, one that I have never been able to understand,” Marcus mused. He rested his chin on his long fingers, studying me with those depthless black eyes.
“It is nothing important. Merely that you seem to be the only person I know who finds me more annoying than fascinating or terrifying. Your reactions to me, I feel as if I were nothing more than a boy trying to win the affections of his school-marm.”
“Um, thanks, I think. And you ain’t so charming as you think you are. I learned that lesson well, even if it took me a while to do so. You were a phase, Marcus, and I’m so over it.”
I didn’t quite meet his gaze; if Marcus wasn’t, as the phrase went, over it, I didn’t want to see if he was hurt by my words. I had enough guilt on that shelf already. Our last meeting had not gone nearly so well as this one – I was still irate that he was here, but I could understand why he was – and I had been beyond hateful in an attempt to sever our relationship.
“What was that colorful metaphor you used? Ah, I recall. Get a stepladder and get over yourself. I daily make the effort, my dear, although I fear it is you -”
“Don’t go there, sanguire. We agreed not to speak of that.”
Reluctant oracle and consultant for the Paranormal Police, Rachel Kristoff, has problems, and the vampire at her front door is only the beginning. Threatened by supernatural foes, hampered by her malfunctioning clairvoyance, and betrayed by the only family she has left, Rachael is forced to rely on her former lover. For the sake of both of their souls, she will make the only choice left open to her: Depend on the vampire, or die.
Bound to the bloodline of the Oracles since the fall of the Roman Empire, accused of murder, and betrayed by his own vampire Childe, Marcus Valerius is a relic of past glories better left in a previous era. For centuries, he has protected the children of Delphi against all who would control the future for their own purposes. Now, saving the life of the only woman he has ever loved means destroying the Oracular abilities he’s sworn to protect.
In a world of angels and demons, vampires and werewolves, foresight and past lives, what you cannot forsee just might kill you…
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn’s interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot. She grew up half in central Virginia, half in way-upstate New York and went to college at William & Mary, where she met and later married a guy who grew up half in Kentucky and half in Utica. They have one child, one murder-death-cat, a turtle, and two chinchillas.
Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/e/B005OQA0AA/
The book launches in a matter of days. If you are interested in grabbing a copy of what will be a smashing novel, keep an eye open on Facebook and Twitter, we will all be singing it from the rooftops when it goes live. ,