Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Years ago, Jacquie Rogers and I came up with an interesting idea for a series of workshops to pitch to our local conferences that might also help our book sales. We decided to look at various myths and legends that are commonly explored among our author friends, and how they morphed around the world depending on location. We decided that the Silk Road, with its ancient trek for travelers and merchants, would be a good place to start. She would take the western cultural myths and I would take the eastern ones, and it would be fun.

The first workshop we pitched and presented to a local writers' group was on faeries and dragons. This was a great place to start, particularly because Jacquie had a series of faery romances she was writing at the time. If I recall, the dragons part was because dragons are fun. (I dare you to say otherwise.) We gave the workshop, got feedback, and we were off.

Over the next few years, we gave a series of workshops along the same theme with different topics: ghosts, angels, demons, werewolves/shapeshifters, vampires, water beasties ... somewhere along the way, we managed to explore a lot of mythology. Never much money, but it was fun. And somewhere along the way, Jacquie realized her interest was really in writing westerns. And I realized my interest was actually in those myths, not a surprise, considering my college major was in anthropology. So I continued to add to the original workshop material, because hey! It was cool!

We continued to give those workshops from time to time to yet more writers and thought nothing more of it until I was laid off from my longtime position at a magazine and found myself editing for myself full time. And as I gave one of these workshops, an audience member commented that I had so much information, and it occurred to me that I had time at long last — time to expand.

And so the workshops became books.

Here's the first of the series, Ghosts Along the Silk Road ... and Beyond, with Dragons Along the Silk Road ... and Beyond not far behind. Check it out!

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire 
by Kayelle Allen
**FREE March 23, 2018  - March 27, 2018 ONLY **
About the Book: 
When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.
Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.
It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.
Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.
Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever... "WARNING"
Contains humor, sweet romance, betrayal, angst, vengeance... and a ginormous, sentient black panther who wants to be Pietas's "kitty."
Genre: science fiction, sci fi, scifi romance, action adventure, space opera, military science fiction
ASIN B077BRSRP4
ISBN 1981328327
Released: Dec 27, 2017
Publisher: Romance Lives Forever Books
Pages: 236
Print pages: 297
Wordcount: 75,831
Suggested keywords:
Kayelle Allen, Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire, science fiction romance, immortals, Pietas, sci fi, space opera
Suggested hashtags:
#SciFi #SpaceOpera #Pietas
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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Time to Get Motivated!

Okay.  The Otherworld Diner blog has been a little sparse lately, and I take responsibility for that.  To be fair, I've had some health crises and other 'real life' issues that not only impacted my writing here, but just my writing in general.  So it's time for me to pick myself up, dust myself off, and get this blog back into good form.

So, Dear Reader, this is where you come in.  I'm going to try to spend more time working on getting my writing mojo - and hopefully yours - back in gear.  What would help make that happen for you?

For me, it's going to be getting my butt back at my computer and writing every day.  But I need some suggestions from you about what you'd like to see here in this blank space we've been presenting. 

Give me some ideas!

Ask a question!

Suggest a list!

Anything - literally ANYTHING - is open for discussion.

For my part, I'm probably going to bore you with my journey back to writing.  At least to a certain extent.  So look for more here....

And those of you who used to post regularly... help!!!

Jeannie

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Want to Improve your Writing? Here’s a Writing Tip from C.J. Burright


One of the best writing classes I’ve taken is Fearless Writer by Laura Baker. In that class, Laura helped me figure out exactly what types of stories I wanted to write by unearthing the themes that matter most to me in life. Pinpointing that one element has really helped me focus my stories and express my belief system through my characters.  This is the mission statement I came up with during the class that conveys what I hope to achieve with every story:

I write because I want to create romantic stories that convey themes that matter to me through emotionally stirring characters, both with and without paranormal elements. I feel especially connected to characters who need to overcome their fears to find happiness, acceptance, worthiness, and love, whether that fear is of rejection, being hurt, or being vulnerable. I love creating opposing romantic characters who demonstrate the positive effects of compassion, connection, and the power of self-acceptance. My goal is to give readers a story with characters they want to root for, laugh with (or at), and fall in love with.

Dangerously Dark definitely incorporates broken characters who must scale emotional battlements before they realize they’re perfect for each other, and for love. There’s laughter and banter, struggles and romance, all culminating in a HEA. Figuring out what you’re passionate about, what motivates you to write, and incorporating that into your stories will be what keeps you writing on those tough days when nothing seems to be going right, when the rejections roll in and sales fall flat. The message you’re driven to share with the world through your stories matters.  I highly recommend any class taught by Laura, but if you get a chance, take Fearless Writer. You won’t regret it. Promise.

And C.J. knows what she’s talking about. Here’s an excerpt from her new release Dangerously Dark.



A chittering echoed from beyond a sand dune. Whatever had made the noise remained out of reach for now, but not long enough. She slouched. So much for downtime.
Weariness shuddered through her. It would be so easy to curl up on the cool white sand beneath her boots and surrender. To let whatever monster came next do its worst and slip into oblivion for a while, despite the cost. Gripping the iron cross, its chain wrapped around her wrist, she closed her eyes. Relaxing for even a second was dangerous, but she was so tired, she almost didn’t care.
“Quinn.” Close, so close, the musical voice sang a shiver through her, more sinister for its serene softness. She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want to know what new horror haunted her nightmares and knew her name.
With a resigned sigh, she faced the voice and froze. Zaire stood in the sand a foot away. He was different than outside the dream. His dark hair was shorter, in a skull cut. Same olive skin, same kiss-me mouth, but his eyes…she inhaled. His eyes, black velvet in life, now held an abysmal void, deeper and more potent than when he’d been a boy. The darkness there pulled at her, grasping for her soul.
She forced her attention to the rest of him, and her brain blanked while her body purred. Black leather boots. Trousers covered in blue-black metallic scales. And a shirt of the same iridescent material as his pants, only lighter. Black weapons hung everywhere, sword at his lean hip, knives strapped across his broad chest, on his belt, in his boots. The whip-end tail of one silver tattoo poked past his collar and licked his collarbone.
Lethal. Vicious. Magnificent.
He was her midnight fantasy and nightmare combined. Fantasy because he embodied everything she wanted. Nightmare because he wasn’t really Zaire. In her childhood, he’d snuck into her dreams, a dark presence watching over her, but whatever wore his face now wasn’t the boy from her past or the man she’d finally met. She gripped her cross tighter.
“Nice sword,” she said, her voice raspy with regret. “Come here often?”
He watched her with those fathomless eyes, unblinking, and she had the strangest impression that he memorized every detail of her. Probably searching for her weak points.
The chittering beyond the sand dune grew closer, and she nearly slumped beneath another wave of fatigue. Fighting a manifestation of Zaire along with whatever else came along made her want to cry.
“Why so sad, dearling?” Deep and soothing, his musical voice only added to her misery.
Dearling. She wouldn’t have minded Zaire calling her that, but she wasn’t about to put up with endearments from a demon, and dishonesty was a waste of time. The demons always knew the secrets she tried to hide.
“Oh, you know. All the usual.” Quinn straightened, pushing the exhaustion aside. “Nonstop nightmares. Delusions in the daytime. Trying not to ruin my mother’s political career. Figuring out what to do with my life. Meeting you.”
“Meeting me brought you sadness?” His voice lowered another octave. He shifted slightly, and his clothing shimmered, like dragon scales in the moonlight. His dark beauty squeezed her heart. What she wouldn’t give to have him be real and with her now, fighting the nightmares together. Calling her sweet names.
“It’s not you, not really. It’s the idea of you. Your existence. Knowing you want to leave.” She should kick herself. Conversing with a demon. Brilliant idea.
“Want and need are not always equal.” Flames danced in his eyes, stirring up annoying embers in her blood.
“Right.” She snorted. “I’ve been around the block a time or two, pal. You read my thoughts, manipulate my desires, and use them to tempt me into despair. Demons one-oh-one.”
He frowned. “I am not your…pal.”
Cresting the dune, a shadow raced toward them, white sand churning beneath it. In archetypal demon fashion, tendrils of fear preceded its arrival, which Quinn ignored. She had enough experience with fear to resist its pull, and the demon two steps away was much more treacherous.
And undeniably intriguing.
“Sorry about that. Do you prefer buddy?” She grinned at an unusual burst of energy. “How about chum, bro, dude, or ol’ chap?”
“Zaire will do,” he said stiffly.
“Nice Zaire costume, by the way. Pal.” She rocked back on her heels, biting her lip to keep from grinning like a crazy person. Typically, a demon staring at her with murderous intent would batter her senses with wave after wave of horror. Instead, she had the irresistible need to bedevil the demon.
Behind him, the darkness loomed larger, speeding closer with each heartbeat. A shadow man, common, familiar, and not particularly threatening. It couldn’t do much physical damage, not when she was ready. She jerked her chin at the phantom barreling down on them, five seconds away tops. Maybe that was what this Zaire waited for, backup. “Friend of yours?”
Smooth as any practiced dancer, Zaire freed a knife, pivoted, and threw it at the shadow three yards away, all before she could flinch. The darkness exploded into black and silver glitter, sparkling and lovely in the night.
He waited in silence until she met his gaze again. “I don’t have friends.”
A thrill coasted down Quinn’s spine, not the type of thrill she’d ever experienced in her nightmares. This one spun warmth all the way to her toes and back to her scalp. This demon was dangerous, and she wasn’t even referring to the blades strapped to every limb—weapons that destroyed other demons. He made her needy and achy and tingly in all the right places.










Some call him Purgatory’s Missing Prince. Demon Master. Overlord of Shadows. Only one woman may call him hers.

A master of dreams, a failure at life…

After another botched career attempt, Quinn Carmichael escapes to a remote lodge for a weekend recharge, needing respite…especially from the nightmares that haunt even her days. When a wounded, sexy-as-sin stranger faceplants unconscious on her kitchen floor, there’s something disturbingly familiar about him—as in he’s the boy from her childhood dreams. Mr. Dark, Dangerous, and Diabolical may be the key to unlocking the mysteries of her past and future, and Quinn isn’t about to let the opportunity—or him—escape without a fight.

His time is running out…

Known as Purgatory’s Missing Prince, Zaire’s existence has been one of endless pain, torture, and loss. Resigned to his fate, his final goal is simple—rescue his nephew before succumbing to the deadly darkness inside him. But when a fateful misstep brings him face-to-face with the one woman who could have saved him once upon a dream—the one woman he treasures above all else—he battles to keep his distance before he destroys her, too. But he would gladly sell his soul for just one taste.

Love draws them together, destiny will tear them apart

With ruthless enemies closing in, Quinn and Zaire must fight to save each other and those they care for before it’s too late—even if it means they’re doomed to live apart forever.

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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Author Linda O'Connor Shares a Writing Tip And... Her New Release... About Perfectly Skeptical

Writing Tip: We have a house on the water, and I love to sit and write where I can look at the lake. When the weather is warm, I’ll write outside. I also write when I’m travelling – on the train or plane. It makes the time go by quickly. I heard a tip at a writer’s conference about writing on a computer in public. They suggested changing the colour of the font to gray so it couldn’t be read over your shoulder. Not that my work is top secret, but I do that now!



Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home d├ęcor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.
Laugh every day. Love every minute.


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About Perfectly Skeptical
Dr. Brianna Scott looked forward to sleeping away her staycation, until a lucky windfall meant an upgrade to palm trees, an ocean view . . . and the sexy Dr. Matt Gaelen. She’ll play and have fun, but can a holiday fling really turn into a soul mate for life? Doubtful.

Matt has no radar for sniffing out gold-diggers and protecting his heart. Until now. Brianna is more turned off than turned on by his wealth. What are his chances of getting her to overlook it? Dubious at best.

Improbable and uncertain, iffy and unlikely – the typical path to love.

Perfectly Skeptical . . . love when you least expect it.

Excerpt:
She stopped in her tracks and squealed, almost bumping into a man standing on her porch. He put out his hand to steady her.
“Oh my god, you scared me,” she said, taking a deep breath.
Laughing blue eyes looked back at her. “Sorry about that. I was just about to knock, but you beat me to it.” His eyes swept the length of her. “I was sent to see how you’re doing.”
Brianna stiffened. “I’m fine. Why?” She hadn’t advertised she was going away. Her parents and Maisy were the only ones who knew where she was.
“You haven’t been out and about.”
Who’s keeping tabs? And who would send this dark-haired, all muscle, all-male hunk with the relaxed island smile and disarming blue eyes? Not her parents, that’s for sure. Maisy? It was entirely possible. Maisy’s reach was surprisingly long.
Don’t live a little. Live a lot. Maisy, you’re a cheeky devil, sending a male escort. He looked at her with a patient smile, waiting for her to catch up. Something about a tropical paradise and his sexy bod made her consider. Brianna narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you married?”
“Nope.”
“Do you have nail fungus?”
He blinked and his smile faltered. “No. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m feeling great.” She stepped closer to him. His eyes darkened. He didn’t step away. What the hell – she could play this game. Be cool. Fake nonchalance. Cultivate some of that swagger that came so easily to Maisy. Her heart pounded, but he didn’t need to know.
She went on her toes and brushed her lips against his. When he responded and took control, Brianna felt a tingle from her head to her toes. She pressed closer and felt the hard muscle of his chest through the thin shirt he wore. He caressed the bare skin of her back and skimmed her waist. She opened her mouth to take him deeper and their tongues danced. This wasn’t the kiss of a boy. This was the kiss of experience. Maybe Maisy had it right – if you were going to play, you might as well play with top-of-the-line equipment.
He ran his hands down her arms and then gripped them gently and pushed her away, breaking off the kiss. Brianna raised startled eyes to his and made a noise in protest.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back, putting more distance between them, and cleared his throat. “I think you have the wrong idea. I’m Matt Gaelen. Dr. Matt Gaelen.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Jerome and Maria were worried because you hadn’t shown up at the restaurant, so they asked me to come and check on you.”
“Jerome and Maria. Owners of the villas?”
“Yes.”
Uh-oh. “You weren’t sent by Maisy?”
“No, I don’t know a Maisy.” He grinned. “Though I wish I did.”
She felt a flush rise on her cheeks. So much for living it up. “I’m very sorry,” she said stiffly. “That was a misunderstanding.” She grimaced. “It won’t happen again.” She’d stay well and truly hidden under a rock of mortification.
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m happy to see you’re fine. Better than fine.” He smiled. “I’ll let them know.” He turned and jogged down the steps. And then he stopped and looked back. “But it does seem a shame that it won’t happen again.”
Brianna blew out a breath and watched him go. That wasn’t embarrassing. She cringed. This was precisely why she wanted solitude and privacy. She shook her head at herself and picked up her towel. The light was fading, but she still had time for a quick dip to cool off.
Let that be a lesson learned – well two, really: don’t jump to conclusions, and Dr. Matt Gaelen is an excellent kisser.


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Perfectly Skeptical, a Perfectly Series novella, is one of 25 brand new, exclusive romances in the Tropical Tryst boxed set. Escape to the tropics with award winning, USA Today and NYT best-selling authors.

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Sunday, June 18, 2017

Looking for an Intriguing Summer Read? Check Out Dark Love Rising



Photo courtesy of Ben White Unsplash



If you're like me, you love a good vampire story, my guest, Danita Minnis has written one and she'd like to share it.



Dark Love Rising
By
Danita Minnis

Blurb:

Former MI6 agent Xavier Quinn would say that you're daft if you think he will stop killing for a living. But that is exactly what is about to happen. Very soon now, Quinn will start killing to stay alive. On the run after taking out the wrong man, Quinn would die a happy man if he could just live long enough to ruin the Parliament member who set him up.

Layla, a 2,000 year old vampire with a moral code, has other plans for the contract killer. When she awakens to the sound of a dark rising, she enlists Quinn to join her on a mission to save humanity from her twin sister Tamara.

But Quinn is just the kind of man that a cold-blooded killer like Tamara needs in her world. A man like Quinn, who never believed in humanity, has only one belief; self-preservation. Being a vampire sounds much better than staying human in the game of kill or be killed. Will he stay alive long enough to find out how Layla's love can change the equation?


Excerpt:

The pounding came closer, harder, hurting her ear as she lay against the earth.
Something was running towards her. She could smell its fear. A human.
Layla’s predatory instincts rebounded in an instant. Before the conscious thought was fully formed in her mind, her arm shot out and grabbed the human’s ankle.
The human hit the ground with a surprised gasp as air whooshed out of its lungs. 
Layla opened her eyes and watched a dark stare turn into curiosity.
“Let go of me!”
She grit her teeth at the harsh inflections of the woman’s strange tongue, but she would master it. She already understood the golden-haired woman who tried to shake off her grip. With her other hand, she touched the short halo of golden hair that spiked out of the woman’s head like a fierce helmet. She was Nubiti, a golden lady.
A large structure flashed in her mind. The woman’s home; she wanted to be free to go there. But Nubiti, the golden lady, would not live to see another day.
“Who are you?” The woman began to kick and scratch at Layla’s hands.
“Doo…not…fee-arrh…meee...” Her vocal cords stilted the strange words even to her ears, with a rasping halt that sounded too deep to be human. The unused muscles in her throat needed exercise.
When the woman screamed and kicked her in the face, the stiletto heel lodged in Layla’s eye.
Pulling the stiletto out of her eye, Layla was at once regretful. She would have to concentrate on a more suitable pitch. She had no wish to frighten the golden lady who would soon begin her journey to the underworld of paradise.
She crawled over the woman, rubbing the dark, glittering stones on her garment, which left most of her body bare. The stones were like stars in the night, shimmering as the woman struggled.
The golden lady looked into the eye she’d ruptured with her shoe, her own blue eyes widening as the fissure closed. She stopped struggling and started keening softly.
“Nubiti…” The low rumble Layla emitted was meant to sooth, but she could not temper the power behind it. Unable to find calming words, she shook her head as the woman’s eyes rolled.
Gently, Layla touched the strange, blonde spikes on Nubiti’s head.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
“Anubis waits for you.” Her tone now held the gentleness of a human’s, and she smiled. The triumph was brief as she felt the sting of envy where her heart had once resided, filled with life. Nubiti would meet the god who was the scout of all souls.
Long ago, she had been denied her meeting with Anubis, but she would not think of that now.
She turned her attention to the woman’s skin. Her hand followed her lips to Nubiti’s translucent neck. Veins glistened in the smooth white column as the finest lapis lazuli. Reverently, she sank her teeth into the flesh, savoring her first drink after such a long slumber.


Danita Minnis Bio:

Born and raised in the heart of New York City,  Danita is a singer, writer and lover of romance. Her fourth novel, Dark Love Rising is her first vampire romance. She's the author of the ghostly love story Adderley's Bride and the Cardiff novels, Falcon's Angel and Love Entwined. 
Mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey are as intriguing as Siberian Huskies - shout out to the Khan Man. One more hour with her laptop and Danita is living the dream. 

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Thursday, June 8, 2017

Want Perfect Prose? Try Brenda Sparks’ Helpful Solution #AuthorLove



Thank you for hosting me on your blog, Mia. I'm excited to be here. The writing tip I'd like to share is my favorite editing advice.

After I do revisions and a round of copy edits, I do one last step before submitting the story to my publisher. I copy the manuscript into a reading program and have the story read to me. It is amazing how many things you will catch when someone else is reading it. I've found typos, grammatical errors, and even content errors during the reading phase of edits.

There are lots of free reader programs out there. I personally use Natural Reader, but there are many others. Any text to speak program should do. Happy writing!
Brenda Sparks has always loved all things spooky and enjoys incorporating paranormal elements in her writing. She refuses to allow pesky human constraints to get in the way of telling the story. Luckily the only thing limiting her stories is her imagination. Her characters are strong, courageous, and she adores spending time with them in their imaginary world.
Her idea of a perfect day is one spent in front of a computer with a hot cup of coffee, her fingers flying over the keys to send her characters off on their latest adventure.



 Brenda Sparks’ novel, Alpha Lover, a Hot Paranormal Romance, is currently on sale. Here’s its blurb.

Starved for blood, vampire, Nicholai Peterhof is greatly relieved when two tourists, in Russia for the Christmas holiday, decide to grace his restaurant, but one sip from the pretty brunette and his world is forever turned upside down. Juliette Staint-John is everything he could have asked for in a heartmate; pretty, smart, built with curves in all the right places…and totally unavailable.

Juliette doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome, young-looking Nicholai. As if their differences aren’t enough, the acute grief over the loss of loved ones keeps her heart guarded. He may be her fantasy, but that’s all he can ever be.

To get past Juliette’s defenses and in order to keep her safe, Nicholai must prove himself worthy of her love and trust. Unbeknownst to the couple, her personal demons are not the only ones threatening their relationship. Hiding virtually unseen by the vampires, Demon Royalty plots to destroy not only the couple but the entire vampire breed. Luckily, Nicholai will do anything for Juliette—even if it means sacrificing himself.

And here’s the excerpt.

She had only a second to realize Nicholai stood in the doorway before Desmond’s powerful thighs brought him to the door in a single bound.

He grabbed Nicholai’s shirt with one hand, his other made a fist that landed squarely on Nicholai’s jaw.

Nicholai’s head snapped back. Shock took his face. With a mighty push, Nicholai threw Desmond backward across the room into one of the flowery couches. It moved under his weight, crashed into the end table, and the Tiffany lamp tumbled to the floor.

Julie’s eyes went wide. The two men became a blur of motion, bodies flying apart then back together. She had to concentrate to make out the shapes of hard forms in the powerful whirlwind.

Connor pulled, lunging at the whirling mass. His deep growls and barks added to the chaos as the two males swirled around the living room. They spun around the room like a tornado, moving so fast Juliette’s eyes did not register their kicks and punches. However, she heard bones crunch and the slap of skin while the two exchanged blows.

The furniture that exploded when the blurry mass neared evidenced the fierceness of their battle. Julie watched one piece of furniture after the next burst into pieces. First her delicate coffee table, next the end table where the Tiffany lamp had been, then the rocking chair. When the mass moved toward the antique credenza, Juliette screamed.

Her beautiful roses sprayed about the room. Red petals floated slowly to the floor in surreal contrast.


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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Legion of Regrettable Super-Villains



BOOKLOG 66: LEGION OF REGRETTABLE SUPER-VILLAINS
by Jon Morris

A followup to the author’s remarkable League of Regrettable Super-Heroes, this book takes a look at the super-villains that have threatened the super-heroes, both regrettable and not, since super-heroes began to protect the denizens of the comic book worlds. While I absolutely loved the predecessor, I found this book harder to get into, mainly because these super-villains were so much more…regrettable. I actually felt sorry for the villains because they were so awful! But that in its way is its charm; the villains are goofy and their downfall, because of that, is inevitable.

For example, there’s the villain who devised how to put poison into brick (and no, how is apparently never explained, nor whether it’s feasible to carry some around for nefarious purpose). His name is Brickbat, but there’s an elegance in naming, right? There’s Bloor, the dictator of Uranus (the author has much too much fun with juvenile jokes, and how can you blame him?), Captain Black Bunny—yes, a bad bunny. So cute, so evil! The Horrible Hand, the wicked version of the officious and useful version of The Addams Family’s Thing, I would guess; and along the same lines, there’s Mr. Pointer, the Finger of Fate (not to be mistaken with the Fickle Finger of Fate, of course). Also Robbing Hood, who really is the robs everyone for himself, and Sinistro, Boy Fiend. Just “Boy Fiend” would do, but no, it’s Sinistro, Boy Fiend!

What I found particularly funny but it makes sense is that many of these villains have their authors as uncredited. Which makes sense, of course. If you wanted to keep working, would you want to admit to having created some of these? Nevertheless, there are still notables in the industry who did cop to inventing some of these sad sacks of comics, notables such as Otto Binder, SF author and classic comics writer; Will Eisner, creator of The Spirit; Stan Lee; William Moulton Marston, creator of Wonder Woman; Joe Simon, a giant of the industry (you may be familiar with a character named Captain America); and the Jerry Siegel, co-creator of Superman. I can only assume that even the greats can be stumped for an idea once in a while and come up with one of these.

One of these like Ugly Man. Doctor Bong. The Generic Man. The Ghetto-Blaster. Yep. A late night, a headache…and you come up with one of these.

Overall, these villains are well regrettable. And they’re even funny, once you get over what pathetic creatures they are. Both this book and its companion should be read together to get the right effect; the reader will be reminded that evolution works in this way, too, with the best (or more likely to be regarded as logical) super-heroes to survive and the less logical to be forgotten, and the same goes for super-villains. Once I got over how sorry I felt for these regrettable super-villains, I enjoyed the book. And so will you.

Elizabeth MS Flynn has written fiction in the form of comic book stories, romantic fantasies, urban fantasies, historical fantasies and short stories, a young adult novel, and a graphic novella (most published under the name of Eilis Flynn). She’s also a professional editor and has been for 40 years, working with academia, technology, and finance nonfiction, and mystery, science fiction, fantasy, and romance fiction. If you’re looking for an editor, she can be found editing at emsflynn.com and reached at emsflynn@aol.com. If you’re curious about her books, check out eilisflynn.com. In any case, she can be reached at eilisflynn@aol.com.
 
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