Romania is bloody cold. That’s the misconception some people I’ve spoken to have about vampires; we are dead, therefore we cannot feel anything, not even cold. And it’s true in a way, we don’t get cold in the same way that humans do, which is what they usually mean….
“When you realize you’re alive, you can live life!”
{Chad Michael Murry}
With UNDEATH & TAXES, the sequel of The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant coming out later this month, now seems like the perfectly good and snarky time to welcome the newest REUTS author, Clayton…
We are officially signed up to monitor the #Pit2Pub feed tomorrow, requesting #YA and #NA titles. Wondering what #Pit2Pub is and how you can get involved? Read up on it (and the rules, don’t forget the rules) here.
As far as genres go, we’ll be looking for:
(#HF) Historical Fiction
(#HR) Historical…
The internet is evolving.
As you’ve seen, REUTS is evolving.
Time to mesh the two together. We have added an interesting new trend in web design to our arsenal, participating in the Not-Com Revolution. Now you can get to the REUTS website by typing in www.REUTS.pub (the “www” is optional, as…
Nobody knows why she screams. A haunted, wailing sound better found in ghost stories. Nobody knows what keeps her up at night, crouched low to the ground and hidden by shadows. Wild, red hair frames her petite, round face, covers half-crazed eyes and becomes tangled between her lips, muting…
The sun was warm on her back as Rhodopis walked along the river, her sandals skimming over the harbour’s metal platform. She felt free, the wind blowing her golden hair about her face and brushing her bare arms. As she reached the end of a jetty, she heard someone…
Torches blaze to life as I step into warm white sand, my legs shaking with fatigue. My chest sighs with every labored breath. Ragged remnants of a tattered dress hang at my knees. I sweep tangled hair from my face.
How did I get here? Where is here?
I glance behind…
“Father, father!” the boy shouted as he ran towards the lake. He and his family had been traveling towards Kyoto for the yearly festival for three days. The boy loved the trip. Despite the fear for thieves, the roads were safe and many others had also joined the caravan…
The arches around her shone golden with each step she took towards the aisle. This was her happiest day, a day where all the gods and goddesses were not fighting, gossiping, plotting against each other. For once they would all gather and celebrate a day of happiness.
A day of…