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Pleased and proud to be a part of the next Noir At The Bar Seattle, now expertly organized and hosted by Scotti Andrews,...
09/07/2026

Pleased and proud to be a part of the next Noir At The Bar Seattle, now expertly organized and hosted by Scotti Andrews, my old job! Dig these beautiful graphics by Bethany Maines! I'll be reading a few seasonally-correct excerpts from my forthcoming novel "Vic Valentine vs the Vampires." Mark your calendars, and I hope to see a few of you there. Cheers!

Location scouting for “Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” in my neighborhood
08/29/2026

Location scouting for “Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” in my neighborhood

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here is one with a corresponding excerp...
08/29/2026

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here is one with a corresponding excerpt: Topping off the perfect Parisian evening, I caught a late show of Blue Velvet at Le Champo. Watching one of my favorite flicks in a legendary Paris theater made me feel like I was in a movie watching a movie. It was strangely meta and pleasantly disorienting, the most organically Lynchian thing that happened to me all day. And it wasn’t over yet.
After the movie, I strolled down a deserted Rue des Écoles, feeling like a Beat expatriate. The moon was full, and a chill breeze made me button my purple coat.

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations” Here is one with a corresponding excerpt...
08/29/2026

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations” Here is one with a corresponding excerpt: Venetia/Val kissed me again, forcefully this time, then lifted me up and tossed me over the gate, where I landed on my back, sprawled across the muddy bed of flowers, photos, candles, and other fan tributes marking this sacred site. Venetia/Val hopped over the gate, took off her boots and her tube dress, pulled down my purple pants, and mounted me. Our deliriously decadent desecration was illuminated by frequent flashes of lightning, followed by thunder, blending seamlessly with the ambient rain effects and foreboding opening piano notes of “Riders on the Storm” by The Doors, which seemed to emanate from the dank, moist air. Appropriately, we continued to make macabre love to this song while atop Jim Morrison’s grave. It was straight out of the erotic Italian zombie fever dream Cemetery Man, only better because I was in Rupert Everett’s role, being ridden into the depths of depravity by a perfectly cast Anna Falchi stand-in. But when I looked around and saw an assortment of grinning ghouls and drooling zombies watching us, it was more like the Masters of Horror episode directed by John McNaughton from a Clive Barker story, “Haeckel’s Tale.” Of course, while ensconced in the morbidly or****ic throes of corpse-encompassed copulation, I could have been hallucinating this undead voyeurism, but after everything I’d seen and done, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that both Tatiana and Caprice were among those watching us, as they kissed and fondled the virtually exhumed n**e form of Jim Morrison, pouting passively in all his youthful, petulant glory.

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here’s one with a corresponding excerpt...
08/28/2026

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here’s one with a corresponding excerpt:
I sat down below the mural of the blonde beach babe and took a sip of the Miami Vice Negroni as Martin Denny’s “Hypnotique” played—I initially assumed on the bar sound system—mesmerizing me into a state of inert, barely alert bliss. I felt like I was in an o***m den. As the song continued, it became obvious that the source of the music was not the bar but a celestial transmission. I felt myself drifting away to it, floating through the ceiling into the black sky over Pigalle before involuntarily accelerating as I glided over the famous red windmill of Moulin Rouge and into a nearby burlesque nightclub called La Nouvelle Eve, as indicated by the neon sign out front. The lobby, with its gilded moulding and velvet walls, felt like a speakeasy from the Roaring (Nineteen) Twenties, but located in the Lost City of Atlantis.

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here is one plus a corresponding excerp...
08/28/2026

“Vic Valentine vs the Vampires” will include a photo gallery called “Locations.” Here is one plus a corresponding excerpt:
After we were seated, we noticed a couple seated in the far corner by the front windows who were apparently celebrating something. The French jazz-pop music playing over the sound system was interrupted suddenly by Frank Sinatra singing “Monique’s Theme,” from the movie Kings Go Forth, which happened to be one of my favorite songs by my favorite singer. The couple stood up from their table and started slow-dancing as a tall, organically glamorous blonde woman from another table, seated with several of her accessibly chic female friends, shot a video of it on the dude’s phone. Then I recognized him.
“Hey, that’s the writer I was just telling you about,” I told Venetia.
“Who?”
“Will Viharo. That must be his wife. Talk about a small world. It just shrank like my dick in a Shark Tank.”
“I only recognize the blonde woman filming them.” “Oh, yeah? Is she famous or something?”
“Very. She’s an actress and comedian named Nikki Glaser.
“Never heard of her.”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“Well, you never heard of Will Viharo.”
“The difference being most people have heard of Nikki Glaser, but hardly anyone has heard of Will Viharo.”
“Because there’s no justice in this world.”
The Viharos finished dancing as the song was about to end and sat back down. The wife was crying softly, apparently deeply moved by what seemed to be a surprise gesture arranged by her husband. From her subsequent conversations with diners at nearby tables who were congratulating them, I gathered that her name was Monica and that this was their 25th wedding anniversary, which explained the song selection. It was very touching. Paris really was the City of Love. And vampires, but that’s not promoted as much.
“We should send them over a bottle of champagne,” I said.
“That would be nice. Are you paying?”
“Hell, no!”
“Well, neither am I, so this is one of those times when it’s the thought that counts.”
“I can barely afford to think these days.”

Final full cover. My design with some formatting assist from my man Dyer Wilk.
08/28/2026

Final full cover. My design with some formatting assist from my man Dyer Wilk.

08/27/2026

I never saw Dolly Parton in person, but I saw the world she grew up in. Children walked barefooted in the snow, slept in dirt-floor cabins, and wore clothes sewn from gunny sacks. That's not an exaggeration. Ms. Parton's life is perhaps one of the greatest examples of human bravery, decency, kindness, honor, goodness, and the willingness to persevere through sickness and even death, to never fail, never flinch, and still be charitable to a fault and entertain the entire world.

Her voice will always be here. Few have it. It seems magical. It's the kind we associate with angels. It rang like crystal when she sang. Or for that matter, when she spoke. But it is not only her voice that is with us; she has given us the example of the light bearer, one that casts away darkness and helps others smile and each morning rises with the sun.

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