“She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay.”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
Welcome back, my lovelies! I’m afraid I have been gone far too long from this blog. My apologies. I told you all in a previous post that I was relocating the cemetery, and lately that has consumed a great deal of my time. So much, in fact, that I have done fuck all to promote my latest book. It debuted on December 25th and I have put zero effort into telling people about it since. Why am I like this?
While I refuse to partake in that “new year, new me” shit, I do solemnly swear to try and be a more consistent blogger. I want to keep all (3) of you entertained. (These days, I doubt even 3 people read this blog. Talkin’ to yourself, here, Libra.) Over the next few weeks, I am sure I will have lots to share. It’s just that moving sucks, even when you are excited about it. Please bear with me while I exhume, transport, and rebury all that is Twisted Libra.
Until I can be fully present around here, please accept this snippet from Lollipop Daggers as my mea culpa:
The sky burns crimson as the daytime dies,
And the night comes out to play.
The world becomes painted in secrets and shadows,
While the wicked give chase to their prey.
Air that carries the faint stench of rot,
Moves a blanket of fog through the city.
Darkness and demons are now in control,
Are you still in the streets? What a pity.
©2023 by Twisted Libra
Here are the obligatory self-promotion links:
Twisted Libra at Barnes & Noble Twisted Libra on Amazon
Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 