Masked Passions #2: The Black Cat and Black Owl Versus the Honey Swamp Monster

By Arcadia Berger

The Third Reich is long dead, yet a woman claiming to be the infamous Nazi spy Erica von Kampf is in Louisiana trying to tame the Honey Swamp Monster for some kind of diabolical scheme. The lovely Black Cat, the equally lovely Black Owl and the young heroes Yank and Doodle are out to stop them. Will they? And along the way, will their masked passions empower them to succeed, or create a fatal distraction?
They have always been among us, or so they say. They were only shadowy figures, though, until a few years ago, when they began to appear more openly.
Not too openly: they still keep their secrets, covering their faces and using names and costumes out of history and legend (if there is any difference). Some of them claim to actually be the people whose names they use, having stepped out of the mists no older than they were decades or centuries before. Nobody knows quite what to make of claims like those, and the masked ones will only speak in contradictory hints and riddles.
So now we must try to share our world with people like the Black Terror, the Blue Beetle, Phantom Lady, Iron Jaw, Hercules, the Claw, Sir Parsifal, Sheena, Dracula and Captain Nemo.
Not only individuals but entire organizations have appeared, claiming to be heirs, or even survivors, of Nazi Germany, the USSR, the Spanish Inquisition, the Roman Empire, the Caliphate.
Even Nature itself seems to have been affected: the forests are yielding up their Sasquatch, the deserts are overflown by great birds and the lakes are revealing their monsters.
The world is a more colorful place than it was a few years ago. More colorful, more dangerous, perhaps literally more mythic, with the masked powers moving among us. Some people would like to find a way to go back to the old days, while others find more beauty and more hope in the new state of affairs.
But whether we like it or not, we ordinary mortals must acknowledge that in many ways the world belongs to the masked ones, and we are only living in it. They set the agenda with their masked faces, their masked powers and their masked passions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arcadia Berger
• Release date: Sep 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310695339

Arcadia Berger

Arcadia Berger was recently profiled in her hometown newspaper. She finds it extremely flattering, and only slightly scary, seeing her name on the cover, knowing that very few of her neighbors know who "Arcadia Berger" really is....

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Masked Passions #2

The Black Owl and Black Cat Versus

the Honey Swamp Monster

With Yank and Doodle, and with Erica von Kampf

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Copyright 2014 By Arcadia Berger

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Table of Contents

Prologue

The World of Masked Passions

The Black Owl and the Black Cat versus the Honey Swamp Monster

About the Author

Also by Arcadia Berger

Prologue

The blonde Nazi bitch cut up the side of Yank’s blue shorts with a pair of heavy shears and then ran her hand along his exposed right hip.

So smooth...so white, Erica von Kampf purred. You clearly have superb Aryan genes.

Really? the 18-year-old hero replied with a sneer. You oughta tell that to Grandma Freekowtski. Or maybe to Great-Grandpa Red Deer.

She ignored him, and cut up the left side of his shorts. They fell away, and his jaegers with them.

She ran her hand over his muscular abdomen, just above his blond pubic curls.

Or maybe my Great-Great Grandpa, George Washington Jones!

Her fingers closed around his limp penis. It lurched in her grip.

Oh! There is some life in this little schwanz after all!

Or maybe his wife. I think her fucking name was von Kampf or something!

Her lip curled in a snarl and she squeezed his penis harder.

He refused to be cowed.

"Yank my Doodle, he growled, it’s a