Moving along with the Blogger Book Fair, I'm joined with Noree Cosper... IN A CARNIVAL!!
The Literary Dark Emperor:
The Literary Dark Emperor takes a bite of some cotton candy, taking in some of the surroundings before smiling at Noree, “This is quite a happening scene. Can you tell us why you chose to hold this here?” He eagerly crams more spun sugar into his mouth.
Noree munches on a corndog smothered in mustard, “Well, several major scenes in my novel A Prescription for Delirium take place in a carnival. The demons are using it for sinister purposes.”
Nathan pauses in mid-bite and glances over, smirking, “Demons, eh? Now you’re just teasing me!” He takes a hearty bite and glances around eagerly, “So… do you think there’s any demons here? How would we know one of we saw one?”
Laughing, Noree and takes another bite of her corndog. She stops to stare at the giant Ferris wheel, “Well, if we were my main character Gabby, it wouldn't be much of a problem. She can see through the veil to the Eclispe, which is the spirit world. It allows her to see auras and people who are possessed as well as those who are gifted by spirits. For us normal humans, it's a little more difficult. Usually demons come with signs, increased nightmares, the milk sours early, stuff like that. Then you have to really look out for abnormal behavior. Did someone start beating their child, get a drinking habit? Sadly, today people pretend not to see such things normally, so believing a demon doing it is pretty preposterous.”
“Right,” Nathan smirks and chuckles, “Well, it certainly makes hiding easier, doesn’t it? At least they’ve got good taste in setting, eh?” Nathan notices the Ferris wheel as well and shivers. “I Hate heights!” he crams more cotton candy into his mouth, “So… I get that just about every depiction of demons features them as malicious little bastards, but the stories all vary in some sense or another. Y’know, in some they’re running around taking pieces outta people like an entrée at a buffet, while others feature them putting a tack on the teacher’s seat and letting little Billy take the blame…” he smirks and glances over, “So can you set the record straight: just what makes ‘em so—pardon the pun—damned bad?
Laughing, Noree shakes her head, “I think the ones that put tacks in teacher's chairs are called imps. I know it's really popular now to have stories about that demon with the heart of silver, or something. But I've always found I liked my demons evil. In my world, Hell is divided into Thrones that are based off the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, and Sloth. Pride is, of course, controlled by Lucifer and is the top. Demons try and corrupt humans based on those sins. Now, I know we all have a little bit of all those sins in us, but demons try to push it to extreme.”
The Literary Dark Emperor smirks, “Extremes, eh?” He looks over, “What sort of extremes?”
Noree finishes her corndog and tilts her head in thought, “Well, pushing a man or woman to become a chronic adulterer would be one for lust. Or, for Greed, convincing a business owner to overlook his employees for the sake of profit. Of, course one of the demon's favorite ways of claiming souls is contracts. It's said that everyone has a price and they're really good at finding what that price is.”
Nathan nods slowly, “ A price...?” he smirks and finishes eating as well, crumpling the trash and tossing it over his shoulder, “So what sort of prices might those be? And, hypothetically speaking, what would your price be?”
Noree watches as a short woman with black hair steps out of the crowd behind them. She moves her trenchcoat to the side as she leans down to pick up the discarded wrapper and stares hard at The Literary Dark Emperor. Oblivious, he continues on.
Noree sighs, “It's different for every person. For instance, there is this tale from the '20's about this blues musician named Tommy Johnson. His brother swore that Tommy sold his soul to master the guitar. He was so good he could do tricks with the guitar like tossing in the air while playing,” she fans her face in the heat of the sun, slips in a more secluded area behind a fun house to stand in the shade, “As for me, well I'm not really sure what my price is. I'm the kind of person that indulges on her sins in moderation. It keeps me balanced and happy,” she laughs, “The repressed ones are in the most danger because they tend to go overboard. I suppose my price would be something of desperation, like someone I loved dying and there was no other way to save them. It's interesting you ask that.”
Following after, Nathan raises an eyebrow, “Interesting? Why is it interesting?”
Because it's almost like you're trying to get inside my mind, to see my soul. I guess that's what this whole interview is for, eh?
Nathan stops suddenly, his eyes widening, “I... uh, what? That's total nonsense!”
“Is it? Gabby here doesn't think so,” Noree nods to the woman in the trench coat that stands behind Nathan, “You were so interested in the Thrones of Hell and sin. It's time you meet your masters personally.”
Gabby pulls a sword from her coat. The blade is wavy, like a metal flame that comes to a point. She strikes The Literary Dark Emperor down where he stands.
A Prescription for Delirium
Ninety years ago, Gabriella di Luca promised to protect the family of her dying lover. She failed to keep that promise. She was too far away to stop the devil that murdered the eldest Van Helsing son. Years later, Gabby learns the devil has resurfaced. She arrives in Hampton, TX, determined to stop the devil before it can lay a bloody hand on the remaining three brothers.
However, madness is spreading through Hampton. She suspects the devil is using this madness to test a drug which has a side effect of demonic possession. Gabby rushes to end the source of the madness only to fall victim to it. For a woman cursed with eternal life, dying is no threat. However, Gabby must stop the devil's plot or risk losing her most precious possession: her mind.
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About Noree Cosper
Noree Cosper loves writing about magic in the modern world. While growing up in Texas she constantly searched for mystical elements in the mundane. She buried her nose in both fiction and books about Wicca, Religion, and Mythology. Everyday became an adventure as she joined a group of role-players, acting out her fantasies of vampires, demons, and monsters living in the world.
She embraced her nerdom wholeheartedly.
Noree grew, but never left her love for fantasy and horror. Her dreams pushed her and her hand itched to write the visions she saw. So, with her fingers on the keys, she did what her heart had been telling her to do since childhood. She wrote.
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