Guys. Guys. It’s the last episode. I don’t know if I’m emotionally stable enough for this, but I’m going to try. For you.
We start with a bathtub filling, and Lacroix telling us that life is a gift. Cut to a weird camera angle and Lacroix continuing to speak – he’s never understood willfully giving life up, unless you have faith that there’s something beyond this. But will it be heaven, or hell? Is your faith strong enough to push you to find out prematurely?
All of this is intercut with a woman writing a suicide note and then stepping, fully clothed, into the bathtub to cut her wrists. Lacroix tells us not to do it, not to trade our futures for “an empty box”. Continue reading →
One bit of housekeeping: Even if you didn’t sign up for Reading Until Dawn Con, you can still come see me! The Saturday night book signing is open to the public! Come on down and get your books signed, meet some awesome authors, and talk at me about Canadian professionalism!
And without further ado: DIVIA DIVIA DIVIA OMG ARE YOU READY, SNOWFLAKES?! Continue reading →
A woman is patching up another, and telling her the rules of the shelter she’s in. No contact with the abuser, at all, for any reason. She can do what she wants when she leaves, but while she’s at Laura Stone’s shelter, she can’t reach out to the boyfriend/husband.
The woman thanks Laura, and Laura leaves her room, only to hear another woman screaming at the other end of the house. She runs to the room, and has to unlock the door, only to find a woman dead and her daughter curled up in a corner, screaming “He killed my mother!”
Oh, I think I remember this one. We’ll see if I’m right about the killer at the end. Continue reading →
Snowflakes! I’m almost done with another novel! It has no vampires in it, though, but! After I’m done with this one, I’m on to the next book in the Imperial Vampires series, so I’m excited! Everything I say has exclamation points lately! Let’s recap!
Radu is bopping around Toronto, wishing for the arms of a woman. He’d spent the day in someone’s basement apartment, a man he killed. He assumed it was a servant’s apartment, but then no one came looking for the dude, so Radu haz the confuseds.
I’m so excited for this one, Snowflakes. Amnesia! Jokes! Nick being something other than whiny and irritating! Let’s get started!
Oh no! Nick’s being wheeled into the ER, no pulse, no breathing (obviously), and a big ol’ head wound. He’s been dead 19 minutes, and the ER team call time of death. Time to notify the ME.
Which, you know, is handy, since it’s Nat, and all. But before she shows up, Tracy and Reese are in the waiting room, and the ER doc notifies them that Nick didn’t make it. Tracy’s crying, saying it’s all her fault, and Reese asks her what happened. She didn’t get a good look at the shooter. Continue reading →