“You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday.”

My online presence has been fairly wraithlike this last week, but fear not – I’m still alive, just writing. Mostly in Dark is the Night (formerly This Mortal Coil) as inspiration hit. That’s why I need two projects to work on at one time – I’m either filled with inspiration for one or the other, so I’m always writing. (And on the days when I don’t write, I read. Inspiration must be garnered.) Anywho, here are the snippets for July, and I hope you enjoy them. (p.s. I’m a little bit obsessed with ‘Railroad Track’ by Willy Moon. In case you wanted another awesome song.)


Skata found the Everett’s house number in the phone book and called three times before giving up. He would have to drive over there himself, and if she wasn’t home, then he was going to do something he hadn’t done in a long time.

He was going to attend a church service.

– Dark is the Night

He sat down in the large leather chair and ran his hands along the worn arms. “Comfy,” he remarked aloud.

“Thank you.” Rukiel stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. The gold-tipped swagger cane under his hand winked in the light from the window, and he was once again impeccably and oddly dressed in a plunging, v-necked suit with an ivory-and-gold pattern. He leaned both hands on the cane and cocked his head to one side. It was obvious that he did not have exact approval for Skata’s choice of seating, but he made no remark on it. “I only have a moment,” he said.

“Too bad,” said Skata. “I’ve got all day.”

Rukiel smiled politely. “Your attitude is rapidly dwindling my decision to help you.”

“Help me?” Skata curled his lip. “Why would you want to help me?”

“A question I’m currently echoing to myself.”

– Dark is the Night

From the looks of it, Beulah was the kind of small town that made it into episodes of X Files. He half-expected to see the streets lined with crumbling houses, full of ax-wielding, cannibalistic hillbillies.

– Dark is the Night

Watching you two is like watching Grumpy Old Men,” exclaimed Castle in disbelief. “How did you ever survive this long?”

“I got by on my good looks and charm,” said Angel, walking around the car. He stopped to peer at Skata. “What did you get by on?”

“I killed people I didn’t like,” said Skata

– Dark is the Night

Angel frowned. “I’m old enough to be your great-grandfather. Possibly even your great-great-grandfather.”

Skata paused. “So?”

“Show some respect.”

The hunter snorted. “For you? I’d rather show respect to a grandfather clock.”

“Guys,” Castle interrupted, glaring at them both. He turned into Angel’s winding drive and stopped the car in front of the door. “Skata, I’m not going to turn you in. But Angel, I don’t want you to let him out of your sight until we get this figured out. Understood?”

“Oh, great,” said Angel, climbing out of the car and slamming his door; intentionally this time. “I charge five bucks an hour for babysitting, you know.”

– Dark is the Night


He stood up straight to prove his point and immediately wished he hadn’t. He leaned over again, pressing his palms against his knees, and groaned. “Oh – yeah.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “I’m gonna kill him. Then I’m going to bury him him, dig him up, and kill him again. Grave desecration. I’m good with it.”

– Dark is the Night 

The shifter lowered his head and glared back. “What do you think you’re looking at?”

“Your neck,” said Skata. “Come over here. I want to break it.”

The shifter laughed. It sent shivers up Skata’s spine, hearing his laugh come from a mouth that looked just like his, in a face that would have fooled his own mother. The thing even walked like him, moved his arms like him, intoned his words the same way. He crouched down in front of Skata and tilted his head. Deep, shiny black flooded the corners of his eyes, filling in the iris, the pupils, the white, leaving them empty and soulless. “You’re a funny man.” A smile lifted his mouth, fell away just as quickly.

– Dark is the Night

The preacher grinned, taken by surprise. “It wasn’t an easy decision, I’ll give it that. For a long time, I, ah…well,” he laughed a little at himself, “I wanted to be a lawyer.”

Angel stood up straight and asked with an incredulous lift of his eyebrows, “A lawyer?”

Castle nodded. “I know. Hard to believe, right?”

“It’s certainly not what I would have pegged you as. Why’d you change your mind?”

The preacher shrugged his broad shoulders and re-filled his cup. “I guess I wanted to help people another way. Thought it was more important.”

“Depends. More money being a lawyer.”

“More money,” Castle agreed. “Less satisfaction, I think.”

“That’s something only preachers say,” grunted Angel, leaning his elbows on the island.

– Dark is the Night

The skin walker’s grin did not seem to suit his face, like someone who has been told what one looks like, and they were trying it for the first time. His lips curled away from his teeth, and his bright, ink-pool eyes stared back at the vampire.

– Dark is the Night

“Is Easton going to continue to talk in third person?” Spencer asked, his eyes narrowing below lifted eyebrows. “Because if she is, then Spencer might need take back his favor.”

– Dark is the Night


Castle gave him a pointed look, and Angel frowned. With a yank, he opened it the rest of the way. A set of blackened metal stairs led down until the light was gone, sucked away.

“If we don’t come out alive?” said Angel, pointing a finger at the preacher even as he peered into the darkness, “I’m blaming you.”

– Dark is the Night

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