The word conjures up images of pumpkins and hay bales, brown and golden leaves, scarecrows and Indian corn. For me, it means an end to what always seems to be an unusually hot summer. There's more to it, though.
Autumn, specifically the month of October, signifies the end of the year. October 31st is the eve of a new year for me. Unlike most other folks I know, I don't make my resolutions on December 31st/January 1st. I make mine on Halloween, or, if you're pagan like myself, Samhain.
There's something magickal in the air during this time of year. It's not too hot, not too cold. The colors speak to the artist in me and I find myself just sitting outside and listening to the breeze.
I'm calmer, more relaxed, more focused, during October--certainly more so than any other time throughout the entire twelve months. Halloween itself gives me an outlet to fantasize and not worry about what others might think about some crazy outfit I wear (not that I generally care much any other time...). And yes, even at 33, I still dress up. This year, I don't know what I'm going to be. Usually I just put on my Druid robe and my cape. This year, I might actually go the full costume route.
While I definitely leave the trick-or-treating to my kids, I can't help but feel youthful when wandering around as a vampire or a dead bride (which, yes, I have done in the past--complete with a real wedding dress). Is it possible to ever outgrow Halloween costumes? Lord, I hope not.
Mychael Black
http://mychaelblack.wordpress.com/
by Mychael Black
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-556-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Vampires, Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Spirits of Abaddon
Length: Novella
Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1374
Blurb:
Jesse Eldridge and Gabriel Walsh have their work cut out for them the moment they step foot into Gabriel's home world of Abaddon. With the elemental ice mage Lazarus and his demon lover Semoriel, they uncover the unthinkable: a plot to overthrow the throne of Abaddon itself. When they discover what has become of the archdemon Ba'al, treason and betrayal soon rear their ugly heads. One of the four isn't quite who he seems, and it's going to change everyone's life when the truth comes out.
Excerpt:
Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified
Mychael Black
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Copyright ©2010 Mychael Black
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"There is no cure, is there?"
"What?"
Jesse Eldridge fell back onto the ground and stared up at what he knew might be his last star-filled evening. "For whatever Lazarus did to me."
"Why do you think there isn't a cure?"
He shrugged. "Gut feeling." He glanced over at his lover, Gabriel. At one time, he'd have described Gabriel Walsh as "otherworldly," but now, Jesse fit that description even more so than Gabriel.
Gabriel lay beside him, propped on one arm, and stroked the fingers of his left hand along Jesse's jaw. "Jesse, I promise you, if there is a way to save you from Lazarus' magic, I will."
"I know." Jesse smiled. "I trust you. Really."
"Good."
When Gabriel leaned down for a kiss, Jesse forgot everything. His life hung on an ice-cold thread, and yet all he wanted to do was let Gabriel love him into oblivion. The notion froze Jesse in an entirely non-magical way.
"What's wrong?" Gabriel pulled back, brows knitting in concern.
Was this love?
"When this is over... when we confront Lazarus and Semoriel... what happens after?"
One eyebrow lifted and Gabriel cocked his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." Jesse groaned and threw his forearm over his eyes to break contact. "I don't know."
Gabriel chuckled and eased Jesse's arm away before taking another, slower kiss. His warm breath puffed across Jesse's lips, chasing away the ever-increasing chill. "There is nothing to fear," he murmured. "Your heart is safe with me."
Before Jesse could reply, those lips sealed over his own, silencing any words before they could form. Jesse moaned, arms draping around Gabriel's neck. Future be damned; he needed whatever Gabriel would give him.
Gabriel shifted until he rested between Jesse's legs. Their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, and every minute move sent a rush through Jesse. Gabriel rocked just enough to grind them together and Jesse arched to meet him. One hand drifted down Jesse's side to grip his left hip. Instead of pulling him close, however, Gabriel pinned him down. Jesse squirmed and grunted in frustration.
"Impatient?" Gabriel chuckled softly.
"Shut up and fuck me," Jesse grumbled. "God, you're a fucking tease."
Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1374
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