An Unclouded Moon

By J. C. Sayer

Phyllis, a fiercely independent woman from across the ocean, tracks two vampires to a picturesque Canadian village on Bell Island, Newfoundland. With help from the local constable, can Phyllis hunt down the vampires in time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lemorn Literary Works
• Release date: Jan 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301540495

J. C. Sayer

J.C. is a photographer, recovering web designer, self-proclaimed Grand Duchess of Procrastinating. She lives in the frozen wastelands of Canada with hordes of furry animals to assist her with her "work".

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An Unclouded Moon

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J. C. Sayer

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Copyright © 2013 J. C. Sayer

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Every  good story starts with a good title. A word or phrase that resonates in the reader, forces them onwards. Can you imagine reading the Bible if its name was Stories about a 35 year old unmarried man living at home with his mom? Didn't think so. My chosen title is  from a Yeats' poem, whose message is flung like dung, messily and hardly understood unless you lived in Ireland through Yeats' era. Which I have and wish I didn't . I've been around for quite a long time, passing from one era to the next without as much as a worry of Death's white hand.

My name is Phallas Phrike, pronounced similarly to Phyllis Freak. Not the name I was born with, but one that I've adopted over the thousands of years of drifting on the fringes of societies. I can't actually remember my real name or the name of my mother, and I really doubt I ever knew my father. In my world it really doesn't matter where I came from anyway; what really matters is where I'm going and if you are going to be in my way.

I'm a very hungry beast, whose appetite is rarely satisfied. I lust for the taste of a meat that rarely sees the light of day... Humans to me are like soy to vegans... tasteless chunks of unfulfilling blandness by comparison. And don't get me started on cows, goats, sheep or any other four legged animal. They just don't cut it .  I can live off them, just not happily. Human meat is passable for a time but the guilt tends to rack up. The meat that I go to the ends of the earth for is... Vampire.

The fang faced, hemophiliac, pale bastards are the juicy meat that starts my salivary glands. Yes, I'm drooling right now just thinking about it. It's like I'm an adolescent male staring at my Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition for the first time. Not that I've ever been an adolescent male before, despite my misleading name. I like not having peach fuzz on my face. One of the many glorious benefits of the female side of life; right up there with multiple orgasms and the joys of small feet.

So what am I exactly? Well, if vampires are your bad dream, I'm the vampires' worst nightmare. Oh, this isn't just pride speaking. Okay, it's a little bit pride speaking. As Napoleon is the English ’s  boogie-man, I'm something like that to the vampires, but taller. Word of me is spread through their community in hushed whispers and flowery written letters. I'm just a single word on the wind to those that bother to listen —'Death.' Or perhaps it's a smell on the wind, though I'm usually pretty good at the whole bathing weekly thing since it came back into popularity in the 14th century.

To them, I'm the shadow in the corner of their eye and no matter how unnaturally fast they are, I'm faster. I'm the one that causes their breath to catch and their hearts to beat faster. I assure you, vampires have