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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!





I know this is a bit late, but it's Halloween once again, the time for ghosts, ghouls and other nasties, but more specifically it's a time of vampires. And this year, let's celebrate the vampire hunters, the slayers of the undead Children of the Night in film and television and literature. And considering I've recently attened the Theater of the Vampires Ball in New Orleans with special guest Laurell K Hamilton, let's celebrate her very own slayer: Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter.


I've just finished reading the fifth book in her very long running series, Bloody Bones, and honestly I was hooked again. Serephina, the town's master vampire, is described so beautifully and wonderfully spooky that the book's weaknesses disappeared for me completely. Reading a captivating chapter like that is the kind of stuff that inspires me most to continue to write, even when I'm in hopeless despair. But Anita Blake is a richly deep and complex character, and after hearing Laurell at the ball, it's easy to understand where this character has come from.


Well Halloween is officially over by now, but I'm already looking forward to the next Coven Ball in New Orleans, and catching up with the Anita Blake series... Oh, and special shout out to those wonderful folks that made the Theater of the Vampires ball the success it was. Without them, we vampire/Lestat/Anne Rice fans would have nowhere to go once a year and celebrate our love of the undead. So thank you very much.

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