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I had a really great time on Sunday getting together at Barnes and Noble in Willow Grove, PA for 3 hours with a group of writers in the area.  The gathering was led by Jon McGoran (aka D. H. Dublin) who is quite the author himself with at least 3 novels to his credit, probably more.  Some of the writers in attendance were already published like myself, but all had manuscripts completed, or in the works.  We discussed writing in general, the publishing industry (always confusing), searching for an agent (even more confusing and frustrating), marketing not only ourselves but our books, what each of us was doing at the moment.  It was just a great time and I look forward to attending these gatherings each month now, the last sunday at the Barnes and Noble on Park Avenue in Willow Grove.  Anybody reading this, if you’re in the area, you certainly don’t have to be published to attend, it’s open for anybody who loves writing.  In addition, Jon is a member of the Liar’s Club here in Philly and they are always doing different events at local independent bookstores.  I’ll post those on here as I hope to attend these events when I can.

 

As for me, I am very impatiently awaiting the arrival of copies of my newest novel, “Raven’s Rage – Order of the Claw”.  I’m like a giddy school girl, so anxious to hold that in my hand and then read it cover-to-cover.   Remembering back, I was so thrilled to receive and hold a copy of “Raven’s Way” back in 2006, and this will not be any less thrilling.  It was an achievement to be sure, actually being able to write this second novel with all that has happened in my life, mostly the continuingly failing health of my husband.  So much of my time has been spent on caring for him, especially in these months since the end of June, plus working full time.  I know that it’s imperative I have time for myself, especially in finding the time to write constructively.  Easier said than done.  One of the guys attending the writing get together on Sunday said it was a matter of ‘time management’ when trying to find the period to write.  Yep, I agree, however nobody lives with my husband.  I do plan on seriously looking into getting a laptop over the next month or so, hopefully prices will be down for the holidays and I can land a good deal.  This will allow me the freedom to write over lunch (I could definitely afford to lose a few meals), stop someplace on the way home like a coffee shop, etc., go upstairs in the bedroom to write in order to get some peace and quiet, take the laptop with me when I go to visit the family on those special weekends, just sit in my recliner and write, or on the front porch. 

 

So for those of you reading this who have not be able yet to read “Raven’s Way” (the first book in the Raven series), you can follow the link to Soul Asylum Publishing (copy and paste the link), or go directly to www.soulasylumpoetry.com and proceed to the bookstore, there you will find a package deal for both books.  I’ve already got signed copies promised out so my first load of books that I keep at the house on a continuing basis will be going very quickly initially.  You can always contact me directly at kmarzock@aol.com to make arrangements to obtain a signed copy(s) of “Raven’s Rage – Order of the Claw”.  This book will be exciting, especially since the final battle is set at Eastern State Penitentiary here in Philadelphia, a fabulously eerie locale.  This is why I’m so anxious to find quality writing time so I can continue with the third Raven novel which is tentatively titled, “Raven Unleashed”, and/or finishing up my first fantasy novel titled, “Scrolls of Sorrow”. 

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Hope you have a fantastic day, all your dreams are fulfilled, you and your loved ones are happy and in great health, and know that tomorrow can always be better and that there is always somebody less fortunate that can use your help and caring.

 

K*

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Pink Buttercream Frosted Cupcake Giveaway

 

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Pink Buttercream Frosted Cupcake Giveaway

This is fun.  You get to visit a number of fantastic blog sites, as well as win prizes.  What better fun is that?  Okay, don’t answer that, but seriously, this is fun.   See below for the link to Romance In the Backseat, a great site to visit and read interviews, see video interviews, and other great stuff. 

AND, WHILE YOU’RE VISITING MY BLOG, SCAMPER AROUND AND READ SOME OF MY RANTS AND THOUGHTS, PLUS THE FIRST CHAPTERS TO MY NOVELS, “RAVEN’S WAY” AND “RAVEN’S RAGE – ORDER OF THE CLAW”.

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9 Days of Giveaways From Romance in the Backseat and Naughty in the Backseat!

I get to claim a little credit, but there are three other blogs and twenty authors involved.  It is a Pink Buttercream Frosted Cupcake Giveaway.  It starts October 21st – my B-day and runs to the 30th – oddly enough another of the bloggers Birthday.  (The fabulous Cecile from All I Want and More)  It is a scavenger hunt.  Search the six sites listed daily for the Prize Logos of the day.  Find the logo – click on it and enter to win.

Prizes?  Cupcakes of course!  We have cupcake hats, cupcake bags, cupcake aprons, cupcake candles, and actual cupcakes that will be shipped to your door thanks to the Cupcake Station.   Throw in a few books from Simon and Schuster and to top it off the grand prize is a book a month for 2010 and a cupcake goody bag!

Wanna play – check out all the details at http://www.romanceinthebackseat.com/cupcakegiveaway.htm

Want extra chances to win the Grand Prize?  Blog about the Giveaway – tweet – Face Book – My Space – Post the cupcake badge and link and let us know about it at RITBSDoni@gmail.com  Better yet buy a book or item from any of the participating stores or authors and get 10 extra chances to win.  Email proof of purchase to the email listed.

All you authors out there I have something Special for you.  A chance to win three months of ads on Romance in the Backseat and two lucky winners will receive a banner ad designed by – Creations By Kendra (http://www.creationsbykendra.com/)

I can not wait to hear from you!
Terry Kate
Http://www.romanceinthebackseat.com

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As disappointed as I was earlier in the day with the absolutely horrid, putrid, embarrassing performance by the Eagles, that’s as happy as I am with the Phillies who crushed LA 11-0 behind a brilliant pitching performance by Cliff Lee and awesome hitting by Howard, Werth, Victorino, and just the whole team (even Lee got another single).  Now we need to win tonight behind Joe Blantin who should be ready to pitch an awesome game and then it’s just about over.  No way do we want to go back to LA, let’s win the series here in Philly and head to the World Series to beat the NY Tankees (oops, Yankees). 

Now to the Eagles.  What an abysmal (spelling?) performance.  If a team cannot score more than 9 points (3 field goals, and Akers missed 2 which would’ve given them the victory), then you quite frankly SUCK.  Andy Reid was completely lost, frustrated, no game plan, and got totally overmatched by the Raiders defensive coordinator.  The offensive line had more wholes than the proverbial swiss cheese and it was totally embarrassing.  It was also another game in which McNabb was completely lost and frustrated as well.  Not sure how many sacks, at least six and numerous hurry throws to boot.  The run game should’ve been able to work and they did have a few nice runs by Westbrook.  Instead they threw well over fifty times.  Disgusting, horrifying, embarrassing, and one huge joke of a professional football team.  Oh yeah, I can hear Andy Reid’s comment now at the press conference: “hum, hrumph, cjiwotgjkmnk (clearing his throat again), we have to do a better job”.  No shit Sherlock.  I think the best thing to do this year is tank the season so that we can finally get rid of Reid and McNabb.  I don’t care who comes in next, let Kolb take over and a new coaching philosophy. 

Thank God for the Phillies, a team that knows how to win and knows how to build a winning franchise.  Hell, the way it’s looking, even the 76er’s are going to have a better season than the Beagles.

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MAN OF NIGHTMARES

(collaboration between myself and Brian Damon of Black Rose Poets Society)

            

             Shuffling slowly along the wide sidewalk, one foot sliding precariously (but with purpose) in front of the other, he kept his head pointed down toward the pavement in order to keep his gaze from maliciously lingering too long upon any one particular person.  There was enough time for that to happen later.  It was early evening around eight o’clock and for the most part, he really enjoyed this time of day.  The spastic rush hour of chaotic worker bees had steadily dwindled away as center city heaved a heavy sigh of relief.  Now, anybody strolling or jogging upon these streets and cracked sidewalks were relaxed with minds more open for his evil prodding.  The best time though was between midnight and two a.m., when the jumbled thoughts of others were normally alcohol or drug induced and absolutely putty within his demonic clutches.

             Dressed in faded, dirty, baggy jeans, a stained Villanova Wildcat sweatshirt, and huddling underneath a torn Eskimo parka, his odor alone kept most people away from him.  This caricature of death wore the coat all the time, even amid the oppressive heat of summer. He loved the hood which hung down to hide his glowing red eyes.  Besides, he really had no body temperature to fluctuate one way or the other.  It was an advantage of being dead.  His jet black hair was shaggy-long, hanging out beneath an old Phillies baseball cap while his straggly beard appeared to resemble the hind-end of an upset porcupine.  But this was the way he wanted it to appear, letting other pedestrians avoid what they thought in their societal dysfunction was a low-life, worthless, degenerate, homeless person.   Quickly moving away from this man of nightmares was in no way an obstacle for him to detect fear, confusion, and feelings of deep despair.  These emotions were the sustenance he thrived upon, like a rare and bloody piece of meat he craved to sink his teeth into, the dessert he longed to taste upon his long serpent-like tongue.  Oh my, how he pined for a delicious piece of good Italian rum cake from South Philly. 

             At times there were so many thoughts crashing into his demonic head that it sounded like somebody was playing around with the dial on an old transistor radio anxiously searching for a channel.  However, he knew what to listen for, key words like drugs, hate, disease, theft, rape, deceit.  And, of course, the biggest one of all, numero uno, cream of the crop, pie in the sky…murder.  Presently, that word was what took center stage within his mind, tickling his delighted fancy.  Everything else mattered not.  

             Raising his frightening face and eyes ever so slightly, he knew that dark thoughts of murder and death were rushing towards him.  Allowing those two glowing red orbs to scan both sides of the street, they quickly homed in on a rather tall and trim, extremely beautiful woman with long blonde hair.  Instead of strutting purposefully on high heels to wherever her destination might be, she walked slower as if her thoughts of killing someone interrupted her ability to move with feminine grace and decorum.  His mouth opened slightly to expose two uneven rows of sickly yellow, decaying teeth which he really didn’t need anyway, forked tip of a purplish tongue flicking out like a snake searching the air for potential prey.  The deadly fangs he possessed were within his mind, his evil modus operandi, ready to pounce upon this unsuspecting woman and help her to discover the beauty of death, not only her own, but that of others as well.  For he was the ultimate sinner man, the evil one who could make your worst nightmares become reality. 

              Not glancing in either direction he suddenly stepped onto the street, totally oblivious to the frantic honk of a rattled taxi driver.  Since this nightmare man could not die, he was only concerned with pouncing upon his next victim as she walked slowly towards him, completely unaware how terrifying her life was about to become.

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Think buttercream frosting, pink cupcakes, prize giveaways for 9 days 10/21-30.  check out Romance In the Backseat, great site, lots of fun, and you might win.

BUT HEY, WHILE YOU’RE HERE IN MY BLOG, CHECK OUT SOME OF THE WRITING, ESPECIALLY THE FIRST CHAPTERS TO “RAVEN’S WAY'” AND THE JUST RELEASED “RAVEN’S RAGE – ORDER OF THE CLAW”.  YOU CAN ALSO CHECK OUT THE RELEASE INFORMATION AND THE LINK TO PURCHASE THEM.  GET HOOKED ON THE RAVEN SERIES, IT’S FUN, DEADLY, AND INTENSE.

KERRY MARZOCK

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” Raven’s Rage”

Order of the Claw

 

Chapter 1

             This evening was one of those bitterly cold, late January nights.  It was the kind of steel-blade cold that can nastily grab hold of your body like an evil hand clutching your shivering bones with monstrous intent.  Puffs of white steam exploded from the horse’s quivering nostrils like an old time steam locomotive crawling up the tracks of a long hill, coughing out painfully “I think I can, I think I can…..”  The steady clip-clop of hooves on the lonely pavement echoed with intense apprehension.  Accompanied by a nervous whinny now and then, the horse’s acute senses were on high alert for something dangerous, possibly deadly.  The animal was simply not aware of why, or for what terrible reason.  It somehow sensed that death was out there in the darkness waiting to strike violently from some unsuspecting direction. 

             Inside the small, one-seat buggy rode Adam Yost and Hannah Klinefelter.  They tightly clutched frigid hands, a thick woolen blanket covering their legs.  Even though quite tired, they were still beaming over the wonderful day spent at their closest friend’s wedding.  The adoration this young Amish couple had for each other was strengthened even more after seeing the happiness of new-found wedding bliss displayed by their long time friends, Jacob and Abigail Neff.  Their special moment could not happen soon enough.   Hannah was already planning the loving dinner she would prepare on some future Sunday for Adam.  At that time they would announce their plans of marriage when their parents returned from the normal Sunday gathering of families.  It was traditional for the Amish, ‘plain folk’ as they call themselves, to make their intentions known in this fashion and then have it broadcast to the entire community during church services.  They had talked in hushed tones all throughout the day, giggling and whispering their own versions of sweet nothings.  Proud parents gazed at them with fondness, aware that sometime in the near future their children would be starting a family of their own.

             Hannah squeezed Adam’s hand and smiled lovingly.  She stared up into his strong, yet soft and dreamy, brown eyes with feelings she had never experienced for anybody else.  He was a wonderfully considerate man from a proper, well respected family.  It seemed as if they had been together already most of their lives, meeting each other as young children in school and then spending a number of amorous, exciting moments in the barn hidden amid dark shadows in the hayloft.  Hannah had been courted by a handful of other boys her age, but none ever compared to Adam, tall with a strongly chiseled face, compassionate and so concerned for her happiness.  He would be a deeply devoted, honorable husband and such a loving, thoughtful father.

             Adam leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  He stared into her sky-blue eyes that sparkled in the light of passing street lamps, doll-like porcelain skin shining with just a touch of crimson on her cheeks.  In one way it was from the January cold, but mostly from the love she felt for Adam.  He knew, and rightly so, that he was without a doubt the luckiest young man in their surrounding Amish community, though at the moment he realized he shared that right with his best friend Jacob.  His lucky friend would soon be spending that first nervous night with the woman he had just wed.  

            “I wonderful luff you,” Adam whispered softly, his lips brushing hers.

             Excitement streaked through her body as she murmured back, “You’re my Adam, I luff you so much too,” her heart beating madly with the feelings she held for him.

             Staring at the long expanse of empty road, he clucked a few times to his seemingly nervous horse.   Gently snapping the reins, he felt a razor sharp edge of concern.  It was darker than normal since the new moon cast off no light making those areas between street lamps relatively dark.  A new moon occurs when the sun, earth, and moon are all in alignment, with the moon positioned between earth and the sun.  As a result, the moon cannot be seen on these nights, unless there happens to be an eclipse.  And for many, the new moon beckons a time of rebirth, especially monsters.  Thus, Adam was thankful for the glowing street lamps along this lonely stretch of Route 322. 

            He also noted how sparse traffic was and then realized it was in fact bordering upon the stroke of midnight.  Both of them had decided to spend a little more time with Jacob and Abigail in order to reveal their own plans for the coming year.  He knew their parents would be extremely worried that the young couple had stayed out so late.  They would be scolded upon their return home and would have to promise they would never be so inconsiderate in the future.

             Yet feeling warmly aglow deep inside, he was also aware of a very evident nervousness in his horse.  A very trusting animal, he had painstakingly raised the spirited foal with loving care and patient tutoring, always his normal course of action.  It took a long while preparing a horse to become fearless enough to pull rickety buggies and trot along these busy, congested roadways.  They had to get used to being passed constantly by roaring trucks, diesel-smelling buses, and honking, inconsiderate drivers who seemed far too damn impatient to get nowhere fast.  Unfortunately, all roads in the area had claimed lives, Amish as well as their horses.  The shoulders and road-side fields were scarred with shattered debris from splintered carriages due to careless and stupid drivers.

             Tonight would be no exception.  Death now hovered mere seconds away.  It would not come from a careless driver either, but rather an evil which Adam or Hannah could never have come close to imagining in their wildest nightmares. 

            The horse suddenly shied to the left with a frantic snort of fear, veering away from a dense thicket of brush off the road to the right.  Adam frantically tugged hard on the reins, trying to calm down the frightened horse with a few sharp whistles.  Silly really, as if a whistle could abate the panic now nearly paralyzing the crazed animal.

             “Adam, vas is los?” cried out Hannah, clutching his arm in alarm with both hands.

             Adam, however, was much too concerned in attempting to control the horse and keep them from tipping over.  He was just grateful there was no oncoming traffic to avoid.  It was not a vehicle he had to be alarmed about though as a huge shadowy form leaped from the bushes.  A deafening roar tore the night apart.  This nightmarish apparition struck the frightened horse with the force of a tractor trailer, raking the screaming animal’s neck open as easily as a hunter slices into the underbelly of a slaughtered deer. 

             The horse was dead before hitting the ground with a nearly severed head lying at a most unnatural angle.  The momentum of the attack spun the buggy around in a violent, hair-raising slide on two wheels.  Tipping over completely, it broke free from the dead horse and then tumbled several times in a dizzying, grinding crash.  Black pieces of wood and shards of glass were flung in an exploding shower of debris.  As was Adam’s body, striking the ground with a loud, sickening thump, arms and legs bent at angles only meant for a Raggedy-Ann doll.  His damaged body slid across the pavement where it violently struck the post of a road sign that claimed ‘No Passing’.  Even then, his only thought was for Hannah’s safety.  He peered through a reddish haze of blood streaming from a horrible, ugly gash across his forehead, searching frantically for the woman he loved.

             The buggy laid upside down, crushed and broken, wheels spinning like a carnival ride in the chilly, midnight air.  Hannah’s stunned and broken body was securely pinned underneath a pile of debris.  Her screams still echoed across the empty fields, praying that somebody would hear their plea before she and her beloved Adam were dead.  Surprisingly, she was still semi-conscious, though gripped in terrible, agonizing pain from a fractured leg and a broken back.  She could see the horse lying crumpled on the pavement, two legs reaching up towards the nighttime sky in silent supplication.   It’s nearly severed head was surrounded by a pool of blood appearing like a dark, jet-black pond of hematite beneath a streetlamp’s severe glare. 

             Another terrifying roar violently shook the night as Hannah let her frightened gaze peer through several openings in the destroyed buggy surrounding her.  Suddenly, through one of the larger holes, a menacing shadow slithered across a thin shaft of light.  She prayed it was a passing motorist who had thankfully stopped to give assistance.  Sadly though, prayers aren’t always answered.

             “Help me please, I beg thee,” she croaked, unable to move, surprised that the initial pain was now succumbing to a grateful blanket of numbness. 

             But life saving assistance was nowhere near, only a violent death the young, innocent Amish couple could never have imagined.  Suddenly she felt the buggy being angrily lifted, dumping her to the pavement in a broken heap.  Her pretty head struck the ground in a sickening thump like an overripe apple falling from a tree.  Thankfully though, her beseeching prayers of assistance went unanswered since she would be unable to realize the nightmarish evil that had befallen them.  The concussion was such that she gratefully did not notice the long, hairy feet which had moved up to straddle her body.  Even though she was still somewhat quasi-conscious, the ground and surrounding landscape had a surreal, alien feel.  It felt like a dream, as if she was floating above the ground looking at the accident scene. 

             Adam numbly witnessed the entire, horrifying event through a nearly black, crimson curtain of blood that still flowed from his badly lacerated head, total surrender of life possibly minutes away.  He was able to slowly slide his arm towards his beloved Hannah as she was lifted off the ground.  She hung clutched in the massive claws of a devilish beast.  Whispering her name for nobody to hear but himself, Adam watched in horror as the young Amish girl he dearly loved was lifted towards a nightmarish, wolfish head.  Through eyes that were now barely open, he saw that monstrous mouth open to unveil huge, slobbering fangs, horrid teeth which no living creature should ever possess. 

             Before passing out Adam stared with a horrified gaze as the beast stuffed pretty Hannah’s thin neck between vile, frightening jaws.  The young Amish man felt anguish in that he could not protect his beloved.  He prayed that death would sweep him away towards a darkness he hoped to never escape from.  To go on living and remembering this night would be like existing in a living nightmare.  Thankfully, Adam did not see the creature crawl towards the barren, empty field, dragging his beloved Hannah behind.  Her dead feet bounced roughly across the skeletal remains of broken corn stalks, tattered long black skirt flapping in the icy breeze.  Her blood-splattered bonnet lay alone upon the pavement.  It was all that remained of her youthful existence. 

             Through the dense quiet which had quickly settled over the accident scene, a spine-tingling howl splintered the stillness.  Lights in nearby farmhouses quickly blinked on.  Adam fortunately did not hear the cry of the beast for he seemed demonically lost in the oblivion of his own ongoing nightmare.  He not only had lost the woman he loved, but also the will to go on living.

             Before total darkness overtook him, he reached forward with bloody fingers and whispered, “Hannah, I love thee…please…forgive….”

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From the author of the book Ravens Way, comes the much anticipated followup Ravens Rage! After avenging the death of his unborn child and wife killed in the first book Johnny Raven is back in this furious continuation of Johnny’s struggle to survive, and his new love, Kathleen’s struggle with her new found transformation!

Set in the darkness of historic Philadelphia, this story will take you deeper into the realm of the the city’s rulers of the night. Their blood lust is more terrifying than ever — and Johnny Raven intends to give them more than they could wish for, in the climactic battle set in the ruins of one of Philadelphia’s most eerie and infamous institutions.

This is a must for the lover of Horror, Kerry’s books grab you from the get go, with great characters, lots of blood filled action, and just enough comedic relief thrown in along the way!

Order your copy today, and get it just in time for Halloween!

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