Quantum Demonology

Once upon a time, one emphatically bored writer wannabe did two very stupid things. First, she blew her vacation money on a nearly complete  discography. Second, she wrote a novel. This wasn’t the plan and neither was the novel..but as the saying goes:

Shit happens.

She came across an image with a certain ‘Paradise Lost‘ vibe. So on a thoroughly boring night and in about two hours, she knocked out a short Faustian tale about a woman with a definite dream that would probably never happen. Until the Devil in a very dangerous disguise showed up and made her a deal she couldn’t possibly refuse…

So she began to write in earnest. Wrote about that deal with the Devil, wrote a play upon persona, wrote one whole, contained story…of dark and despair, of over the hill, God and the Devil, music and madness, good and evil and that ultimate, harrowing nightmare – having all your dreams come true.

One day – actually, it was a very late night hour – she wrote ‘The End’.

Yet the writer wanted more. She wanted  it published. Only the Devil was nowhere in sight.

This is a preview – a sample taste of the book. If you like your literature dark, if you like the erotic, if you like horror, humor and some insights into the human condition, if you love metal, if you’re Gothically inclined, if you appreciate archetypal stories with universal truths and Tall Tales of short protagonists…you might like Quantum Demonology.

The story begins with the Devil, who has a Very Big Problem in The Devil’s Prologue. From there, the tale shifts perspective to its narrator – a woman, not old, not young, neither beautiful nor powerful. She has only two things in her favor. One, a buried, super-secret dream. The other…she has nothing at all to lose in Midnight at the Crossroads Café. The Devil, however, has his own agenda, and she discovers there’s much more to this deal than she thought in Date with a Demon. For instance, that sometimes, dreams – and nightmares –  as well as desires come true in Belial, the Bait and the Bet. So Lilith, Queen of the Succubi, gatecrashes a late Saturday brunch in Latte with Lilith. And then…

The writer knows, as writers do..there’s no such thing as too much darkness. Which is why this as-yet-unpublished wonder has a Facebook page. Here. you’ll find links, images, and much else to inspire those twilit corners of your imagination.

Share them. Share your own finds. Tell your friends. Tell the world! Comment on them. Contact the writer if you dare. She will respond. 

The writer would sell her soul if she could, but according to Saint Augustine, she doesn’t have one…