Weekend Writing Warriors 6 January 2019


The following is a snippet from Sanguine and Scandalous, the eighth installment in the Carnal Invasion series. Our previous snippet from this tale can be found here.

The journey to the material realm proved to be a bumpy ride. In choosing the most clandestine path, the magical reindeer ended up dodging asteroids and evading various extraterrestrial flotsam and jetsam before swooping in for a landing in the alley behind Xquenda Jewels Headquarters. Tinsel staggered forth from the sleigh and dropped to the ground in a faint.
Fortunately for the depleted elf, he was spotted by the benevolent Pythios, who at once recognized him as a mythical being. The genial security guard hurried to Tinsel’s side.
“Certainly, you must be of the same kind as my friend Teacake!” Pythios remarked as he helped Tinsel onto the seat of the sleigh. “Perhaps you are even this brother of whom he speaks so high. Ah, but we cannot allow the awful masters of this place to see you. Devils they are, and I come to think I mean this in a literal sense.”

Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press

Notes:
I've created a Library page for all of our books. I also chose a new theme for the  Horror Harridans blog. There was a glitch in the old one which made the images from the Popular Posts become overly large and sometimes block out text. I rather like the dark forest bit, in any case.

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