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This book is a collection of 10 stories and 2 novellas, taking place within, or tangential to, Walpurgis County, a place benighted by fallen angles and old curses, pockets of time dilation, and a sinister cult fixated on the end of all things. Overlooking the entire place broods Walpurgis Peak, a snarling ogre of a mountain, beneath which a comatose entity convalesces, kept alive by a colossal bio-mechanical atrocity, known only as The Machine.
Connected by events and recurring characters, whether taking place in the 19th, 20th, or 21st centuries, the history and lore of Walpurgis County revealed through the stories of those who lived it. Exorcisms and scarecrows. A wicked mountain and an unaging house. Disintegrating family and a lonely motel. Demons and monsters. Alternative history and the end of all things. Methamphetamine and Slayer.
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Excerpt from 'Billy Beauchamp and the Monster Cartel'
Scarlet, leaning to accommodate Fate, gazed up at me. The twins wore a plain white dress of mismatched sizes, no shoes, and a garland of flowers arranged in each mane. Scarlet, the pagan maiden eager to plunge into the volcano. The look in her eye told me she had resigned herself to that day and had not that sacrifice spelled doom for her younger sister, I felt she would have acted on it there and then.
I felt sorrow for her. Though so pure and unafraid, I saw a future in service to monsters as they feasted on tentacles, traumatized children, and walked the endless line between desolation and damnation.
The conjoined sisters turned away and joined hands with the others. Six girls formed a perimeter around the magic weave. A freakish sight by any measure, but it would be a crude disservice to refer to these young ladies as freaks. In the Purg, bones fused in ways not seen, bloodlines ran long and true. Haunted and hunted had found refuge here, despite the bloody knife of Walpurgis Peak and the terrible events shat upon its slopes.
“Pneuma,” said the tallest of them, Destiny I believe. Her twin, Candi, half her size and nearly half her age, repeated the word in a whisper.
“Haima,” said another.
“Mystiko,” said a third.
The last time I heard Greek, Lena and I were in a restaurant in Studio City, and she had to order for us because I was about four Ouzos into a future DUI. But in the presence of Penny Brynnwick’s daughters, their words were clearly understood: Breath. Blood. Secret.
One second the magic circle was an ugly nightmare of lines and symbols―the next, an icy extrusion of light burst from those same lines. Shadows splashed throughout the Grand Room, and somewhere in the hollows of my heart, I knew if I stared at this shadow theatre long enough, I’d catch a glimpse of what waited out there, in the Elsewhere, that place of abandonment The Proprietor lamented over, the place where the monsters were left behind.
The temperature dropped. Serpents of frigid air slithered through the Grand Room. In their linen dresses and bare shoulders, these barefoot girls made me feel like a coward for shivering in my long sleeves, jeans, boots, and leather vest. Their hair, caught in the gale, sought the center of the conjuring rug.
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About the Author: Kyle Toucher
He recently appeared in the anthologies Dead Letters: Episodes of Epistolary Horror and To Hell and Back, from Crystal Lake and Hellbound Books respectively.
This September, expect his first collection The Medusa Psalms: Welcome to Walpurgis County ―also from Crystal Lake Entertainment―to rise from the slab of a coroner's office near you. Ten stories. Two novellas. One benighted landscape.
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I will probably put the painting in an exhibition for sale, and before that happens I will sign it on the front, and then give it two coats of satin varnish.
Sharing the painting on social media can only happen once the competition is closed and the winners are announced.
But here is the first social media slash public image of the painting I entered in 2023. It was based on a painting by Wassily Kandinsky. Mine is titled Duality and it is for sale. It is a 120cm x 76cm mounted wood panel done in mixed media.
Stay creative until we meet again.
🇿🇦💜 Linzé
Once the organizers acknowledge receipt of all the files, then the painting is officially in the running for the competition.
Multiple entries are allowed, and that also means making sure the paperwork is submitted correctly for each art work.
Once I press the send button on my email, I relax and take a deep breath. Even as I write this post knowing that I still have to do the painting, it is still exciting to look forward to the process of creating a something new that will decorate a wall somewhere.
Until tomorrow!
🇿🇦💜 Linzé
I prefer a satin varnish for both oil and acrylic paint, but it does depend on the painting. My husband is a professional photographer so I ask him to take my photos for me. Not because I can't take photos, I can, but it is about the colour correction afterwards. I am useless with Photoshop.
So I stand next to him with the painting in hand, while he adjusts the photos to accurately reflect the colour of the painting. Since I paint on a panel, not a screen, no other adjustments or corrections are allowed.
The file type and size restrictions need to be taken into account too. After my husband does the colour adjustments, I take the final files and resize them, or export them to the required file format.
The competition organisers want more than just the pretty pictures. More about that on Monday.
See you then!
🇿🇦💜 Linzé
Knowing when that happens, requires stepping back and leaving the painting alone for a day or three. I usually cover it up too. If the painting it still drying, I will add clips to the easel to keep the dust cloth away from the drying surface. It will still allow airflow for drying, but covering it up takes it off my mind in a manner of speaking.
Overworking a painting can destroy many hours or weeks of work, so that decision to stop is crucial. I have been known to spot a flaw and fix it. Stuff like a spot of dust on a dark area, or a hair in a light area. I have very long hair, and it will show so I will fix that. But no touching the painting otherwise. After three days I will remove the dust cloth.
At that point my gut would tell me that it is finished. This gut feel comes with experience, and is impossible to explain. I just know it's done.
Signatures are not allowed on the front of competition paintings, so I will sign it on the back. Once I sign my initials, to my creative brain the project is done and I can move on to the next.
Until tomorrow!
🇿🇦💜 Linzé
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