Hi everyone, Barbara Custer has posted an interview with me at her blog:

http://barbaracuster.wordpress.com/

Please check it out and feel free to comment.

Please join me for a live chat tonihgt from 7-8 EST on the Eternal Press website
www.eternalpress.ca to celebreate the release of my sci-fi horror story - Day
94.  Check out my website at www.dm-slate.com to learn more about the book.

Excerpt:

I sit awake in the solitude of my basement next to the wavering light of our
last candle.  The windows have been boarded tightly shut, blocking any trace of
light.  The small fire is our only source of heat.  My children are asleep
several feet away; it's comforting knowing they're safe, for now.  In the
silence of the night it's easy to reminisce about the life we lived, not-so-long
ago.  Things changed so rapidly.  It feels like an eternity that we've been
barricaded inside our house.

I close my eyes to welcome sleep, but visions of the past three months play in
my head like a marathon of madness.  I open my eyes and glance down at the
journal in my lap.  To me it means the world; it's our story of survival.  The
notebook's open, and I stare down at the blank page.  The only writing is the
heading at the top – Day 94.  My heart aches as I wonder how many more entries
I'll be able to make. I frown as I flip back to page one and reminisce about the
day of impact.

It started out like any other day.  I woke up, got Grant and the kids up, then
flipped on the TV.  The breaking news was about a missile that the US government
deployed to break apart the large meteor headed towards earth.  I'd heard about
the meteor a lot over the past few days, and of the several foiled attempts to
redirect the path of the object.  As a last resort the army decided to launch a
highly explosive missile to break apart the large rock.  The missile impacted
just off-center, fragmenting the large meteor into five smaller pieces.

Four fragments were small and insignificant, but there was still one large chunk
remaining. Scientists insisted the sheering of the rock as it entered the
atmosphere would incinerate the last remaining threat.  Viewers were told to
look in the eastern sky at 1:00 in the afternoon, and they might catch a glimpse
of the deterioration process as it happened.  We went about our business, paying
it no more attention than that.  What a mistake that proved to be.

--- In theparasitorium@yahoogroups.com, Danielle Stone <daniellexstone@...>
wrote:
> Currently I happen to be rereading (with great pleasure) Robert
> Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land--though it's actually a first
> read of the 1991 Ace/Putnam uncut version, which is almost 50% fatter
> than the old classic! I'm lovin' it... it's been far too long; I
> missed those characters quite a bit, I find...

Is that an uncut, re-edited,or larger print version? I know some fo the editions
had what came very close to microtype, depending on the publisher. Can't tell
you which publisher, though, since I never really paid attention to such details
till about a decade or so ago.

BACKSTORY:

On the edge of a cliff waiting to be met by emissaries from Lord Cyrcosa,
Gwyneth, Galduric and Brith are preparing to be transported to Calcareous Island
the home of Cyrcosa the sea dragon.

EXCERPT:

Galduric called out a strange chant in a curious and exotic language which
sounded somehow familiar. Familiar? Why should that be? Gwyneth watched Galduric
make some curious gestures coupled with the words of odd chant. Then she sensed
the results.

There came a shimmering boom, but not like thunder at all. This burst of sound
staggered the senses almost as if a series of thunder strikes went off five or
six times in a row. Shadows from the darkness moved relentlessly toward them.
Bat-like shadows dropped straight from the starry heavens. She wanted to be
frightened, yet she wasn't. Why was that? Maybe it was Galduric's drug.

Brith’s eyes went wide. "There's something in the air!" She turned and tried
to run, but she'd managed only a step away when Galduric touched her lightly on
the shoulder and gently commanded her to stop. Not knowing why, Brith halted.

"Something's up there!" Brith pointed to the heavens.

"That's right, Brith," Galduric murmured in a soft singing lilt voice. "But you
are safe. You are perfectly safe standing here with Gwyneth and me. Your
breathing is calm and normal. Your muscles are relaxed. Neither heat nor cold
bothers you any more. You are perfectly content to watch these sky creatures fly
down to land close to us. The sight of these creatures is a special treat for a
human being. No one has ever seen anything quite like them before. Stand still
and watch as they land."

Possibly the ugliest creatures Gwyneth had ever seen, this pair of byakee were
some sort of pseudo-humanoid shaped bat-winged creature with webbed talons and a
foxbat head which seemed to mask human attributes as well.

"These things..." She spun around to shout at Galduric. "They'll kill us!"

"Shh, Gwyn," Galduric shifted his soothing, lilting tone to Gwyneth. "Easy. You
are safe with us here. These Byakee will obey my every command. They are
creatures from the stars that have come to help you fly far away from your
terrors. Come, each of you take my hand."

Softly, gently Prince Galduric explained that Cyrcosa managed to deploy only two
Byakee to transport their party. These inhuman servants would fly Gwyneth and
Brith over to the island of Calcareous first. He informed them that he would be
flying over afterward as Cyrcosa could only provide enough Byakees for the two
women. Then out of his traveling tent, he produced two leather harnesses with
reigns much like the horns of a ram.

"How could Cyrcosa control beasts like these?" Gwyneth asked.

"That's one of the advantages to being Elderborn. However, do not refer to them
as beasts. They are intelligent. "

"Are they demons?" Brith asked in a hushed whisper.

"They are emissaries from the stars." Galduric took hold of Brith's hand.
Gently, he steered her toward one of them. "Servants of
He-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Named. "

"I don't understand." Brith paled as she approached the one closest to her.

"You don't have to understand," Galduric wrapped Brith's torso carefully with
leather straps and buckled fittings. "Just make sure you hang on tight to these
yoke handles. We don't want you falling off."

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/phlogiston/ prod_260.html

Then my work for the moment is done. ;-) You're welcome.

Although now that's palnted the idea for a little horror piece dealing with
budding... individuals now. I suppose it can also be blamed on _Dog Soldiers_,
which I watched last week. Amazing, the diversions your mind engages, when
you're at an impasse on a project.

--- In theparasitorium@yahoogroups.com, "jeffersondane" <jeffersondane@...>
wrote:

Thanks Elizabeth, that certainly brought a smile to day...

  --- In theparasitorium@yahoogroups.com, "elizabeth_anne_ensley"
<StarrSapphronFyre@> wrote:

I have to say it: lately, when I read the phrase "budding author", it calls to
mind Stephen King.

You know how he appears in cameos or other in his films. Creepshow, as I recall,
had him starring in one of the small stories as a man whose body was slowly
turning into vegetation.

That sort of made Stephen King into a "budding author", for that one, small
story.

--

Regards,

Elizabeth Anne Ensley
http://snapes-angel.livejournal.com/profile
http://blog.myspace.com/snapes_angel
http://snapesangel.deviantart.com/
http://linksaplenty.blogspot.com/

Hi all,

It's been three years since the Courting Morpheus anthology was
conceived, two since it was supposed to be in print and has been through
two publishers. Finally, Courting Morpheus is being published!

Featuring stories by Geoffrey Girard, Camille Alexa, and Louise Bohmer,
a novelette by Rowan Gant Investigations author M.R. Sellars and
introduction by Alethea Kontis, Courting Morpheus is a collection of 13
stories centered on the writing/artistic community in the town of New
Bedlam.

Insomnia plagues the townspeople, and the monsters they usually contain
within the pages of their books are now loose on the streets. Morpheus,
the god of dreams, takes his revenge on those that make their living
from their nightmares.

"Courting Morpheus is a creepy anthology filled with a lot of strange
new voices shouting from the graveyard.  It tears through genre walls
and mingles horror, humor, and spec fic into a chimerical collection of
chills.."
-Jonathan Maberry –multiple Bram Stoker Award winning author of PATIENT
ZERO and ZOMBIE CSU: The Forensics of the Living Dead

"A small town full of horror writers where nightmares come to life? What
a concept! And Counting Morpheus delivers. From 'What You Know' to 'The
Word Inside,' this is some impressive collection. New Bedlam is one
place you don't want to call home."
-Nate Kenyon, author of Bloodstone and The Reach.


Limited edition hardcovers are available for pre-order only at the
Belfire Press website; no more than 250 copies will be produced, and it
will only be available until January 5th. Shipping is included in price.
For more details, please visit:
http://www.belfirepress.com/main/?page_id=98
--
--
Jodi Lee - http://www.jodilee.ca/
Belfire Press - http://www.belfirepress.com/
New Bedlam - http://www.newbedlam.com/

Is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?

Thanks Elizabeth, that certainly brought a smile to day...

--- In theparasitorium@yahoogroups.com, "elizabeth_anne_ensley"
<StarrSapphronFyre@...> wrote:
>
> I have to say it: lately, when I read the phrase "budding author", it calls to
mind Stephen King.
>
> You know how he appears in cameos or other in his films. Creepshow, as I
recall, had him starring in one of the small stories as a man whose body was
slowly turning into vegetation.
>
> That sort of made Stephen King into a "budding author", for that one, small
story.
>
> --
>
> Regards,
>
> Elizabeth Anne Ensley
> http://snapes-angel.livejournal.com/profile
> http://blog.myspace.com/snapes_angel
> http://snapesangel.deviantart.com/
> http://linksaplenty.blogspot.com/
>

I have to say it: lately, when I read the phrase "budding author", it calls to
mind Stephen King.

You know how he appears in cameos or other in his films. Creepshow, as I recall,
had him starring in one of the small stories as a man whose body was slowly
turning into vegetation.

That sort of made Stephen King into a "budding author", for that one, small
story.

--

Regards,

Elizabeth Anne Ensley
http://snapes-angel.livejournal.com/profile
http://blog.myspace.com/snapes_angel
http://snapesangel.deviantart.com/
http://linksaplenty.blogspot.com/

Hello - my name is D.M. Slate and my sci-fi horror story, Day 94, gets released
on December 7th.  I'd love to get feedback on ways to market on the internet
that have worked for others.  Thanks!

Please visit my website at:  www.dm-slate.com

Blurb:

In the wake of a large meteor collision, a fast-spreading disease epidemic is
unleashed upon rural Colorado.  Joslin, Grant and their two young children find
themselves barricaded within their home as the city is quarantined and the fight
for survival begins; battling an airborne disease, lack of electricity and
running water, starvation, frigid Colorado winter temperatures and worst of all
morphs. The family embarks on a journey that tests their strength, sanity and
conviction to live.

As the morphs, carriers of the disease, become more numerous and aggressive,
Joslin and Grant realize they'll have to defend their home to protect their
children.  As each strand of hope frays away, the risks they must take in order
to survive grow larger - until at last, Grant is attacked by a morph.  Knowing
he's been infected, Grant leaves his family to fend for themselves.
Just when Joslin thinks things can't get worse, her morphed husband returns to
their home on day 94.  Crazed and delusional, Grant is determined to get into
the house.  Joslin's unwavering desire to save her children drives the assault,
knowing it may cost her life in order to stop her husband, Grant.

Join me on FaceBook as I now have a page there.
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
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Considering  the random nature of a jewel's creation, It may as well be a
prophecy as a work of litrature. The random springboard could well launch a
plot.

--- In theparasitorium@yahoogroups.com, "jeffersondane" <jeffersondane@...>
wrote:
>
> I bet you always wondered why dragons are attracted to jewels? In the
following excerpt from novel Phlogiston published by Aspen Mountain Press, I
offer my explanation.

I bet you always wondered why dragons are attracted to jewels? In the following
excerpt from novel Phlogiston published by Aspen Mountain Press, I offer my
explanation.

SET UP -- Master Scholar Heufric, his Apprentic Gwyneth and the Merchant Prince
Galduric are discussing what must be done to gain an appointment to question
four Fyredammes in their own lair.

EXCERPT:

"It's my understanding that you'd prefer to keep your visit to [The Dragon
Queen]Smothurl and her brood under wraps until you're fully prepared, is that
not correct?"  He waited until both scholars inclined their heads in agreement. 
"In that case, I'll explain to both of you what we must obtain in order to
secure you an audience at Ignispecus.  First we must secure a jewel of
significant size and interest for a discerning fyredamme."

"A what?" Master Heufric coughed, cleared his throat.  "At what expense?  I'm
not sure his lordship would allow--"

"His lordship's thriftiness is well known throughout Cymru.  No, the jewel I
have in mind for our needs must either be obtained by barter or possibly
purloined."

"I see."  Gwyneth brightened with a flash of understanding.  "So in the latter
case an escort would--let us say--slow us down."

Prince Galduric bowed slightly to the apprentice.  "Precisely."

"You know, I don't understand this desire which firedrakes have for jeweled
baubles," Heufric sat on a nearby bench and began to massage his foot.  "You'd
think that dragons would be beyond collecting pretty trinkets."

"You are absolutely right in one sense, master scholar; we are not talking about
a desire for pretty trinkets." Galduric opened a locked drawer inside of a
cabinet.  "You see in classic dragon lore every jewel has a story locked within
it.  But only a dragon knows how to read the tale within the jewel.  The bigger,
more precious and more aged the jewel, the longer, more philosophically and more
spiritually fulfilling is the story told within it."

"Do you mean it's like some Drakonian mixture of great literature and ancient
proverbs?"  Heufric Gwaed marveled over this new possibility.

"Something like that--throwing in the occasional apocalyptic prophecy." Galduric
rummaged through the drawer.  "You might call such a jewel the ultimate
den-warming gift. One thing for certain, it will demonstrate your sincerity
toward the fyredammes at Ignispecus."

"Dear me," Heufric remarked.  "And I'd hoped we could get by with a roast boar,
some oyster stuffing, and a few cooked vegetables."

"They'd appreciate your humor, master scholar."

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/phlogiston/prod_260.html

Para Investigators Radio will be interviewing me tonight, November 9, at 9PM
Eastern. It will  air live at www.asprn.com/studioa.html You can call in at
678-459-2548.
Their website ( though under construction) : www.para-investigators-radio.co.cc

Their podcast page: www.para-investigators-radio.podomatic.com This is where my
interview will most likely be after the live show, for those who can't listen in
live.

Pamela K. Kinney
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=

Maybe not so scary, but fitting for the Halloween Weird Wednesday photo. I took
this picture myself. Check out my blog. http://is.gd/4G0ae

Pamela K. Kinney
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

I blogged about scary films for Halloween viewing. If you have a suggestion that
I did not post, leave it in the comments for others.  Don't tell me, leave it in
the comments.
http://pamelakkinney.blogspot.com/2009/10/scary-films-for-halloween.html

Pamela K. Kinney
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

I'm going to be on the special Halloween edition of "Girlfriend We Gotta Talk"
October 25th 3 to 3:30pm on WLEE 990 AM in Richmond, VA. If not in the area but
want to listen, do so at http://www.wlee990.am/welcome.htm and for who can't
listen to it Sunday, you can listen to it after the live show at
http://www.girlfriendwegottatalk.com/
I'll be talking about Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia: Legends,
Myths and True Tales.

Pamela K. Kinney
http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com
http://www.myspace.com/PamelaKKinney
http://PamelaKKinney.blogspot.com

Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

Hey Guys and Gals

I ran fast.
I ran hard.
But I didn't run far enough.
Click on this link to find out how you can help me get my butt out of the
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I swear I didn't do it.
(Maybe swearing is what got me in trouble.)
But that don't mean nothing now.
I just need your help.

Take Care
Have Fun
and Get me out of here!
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Creator of The John Dark Books.
JOHN DARK'S WORLD

Hey Guys and Gals

Check out this review of You Play, You Pay by the New Zealand author of The Last
Church, Lee Pletzers.
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And of course, don't be afraid to buy a book.
In this economy, we're all starving artists.

Take Care
Have Fun
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The Creator of The John Dark Books.
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__________________
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You Have Been Warned!!!

Want to travel outside y our body? Be careful. Jeffrey learned how and it
corrupted him to a life of deceit and crime only to end with his demise. A great
Halloween read.

Available for download. www.jenniferrobins.com

John stood at the grave, holding the shovel firmly with both hands. With a
strong thrust, he drove it into the dirt. "This ground isn't as hard as I
thought it would be," he said as he pushed the shovel down the second time.

What a relief for Andrea to know the task might be a little easier for him than
previously predicted. This meant John would carry through with his commitment.

He continued to dig while she held the light close to the gravesite. After
almost two hours she began to get tired and sat on the ground by the grave. She
had the lantern next to her and held the flashlight on the area. He had gone
down about three feet and squared it off as he dug deeper into the earth.

John looked at her. "It's getting deeper, and I think it's more like clay. Get
me the large pick, so I can break some of this up."

The cloud that had covered the moon moved and the lunar globe shone down once
again on the land, providing the much needed light. Shadows moved along the rows
of monuments in a rhythmical dance.

John took a break and joined Andrea on the blanket. "I don't think it will take
much more to reach the casket. I wonder what shape it's in after all these
years?"

Andrea grinned with surprise to hear John talk with some interest and curiosity.
"We'll find out when we get to it. I'm going to help you dig." She stood up and
walked over to the opening of the grave. Setting the shovel next to the grave,
she climbed down and then reached for the handle to drag it in with her so she
could start digging.

No longer were they concerned about where they were and what time of night it
was. The fear and anxiety of what they were doing had disappeared and been
replaced with a strong desire to get to the casket and open it.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Andrea liked the way John got into it. He had
stopped complaining. She'd been afraid that he'd give her a hard time throughout
the entire night but to her surprise—to the contrary. John went on actively with
this assignment.

Another hour passed, and Andrea's arms and back were beginning to hurt. John had
joined her with the pick to break up the soil as they dug deeper and deeper. She
stopped and put the shovel back up on ground level at the edge of the now opened
earth. "I have to rest, John," she said as she climbed out of the squared off
cavity. They had dug down about five feet and still hadn't reached the casket.

John needed a break also. He came to the blanket and sat next to her. She poured
a cup of coffee for them, and he held the cup up in the air and toasted her.
"Here's to my dear wife, who can get me to do anything." Then he just snickered
at her.

She didn't find that very funny, but she smiled and kept herself in a congenial
mood. On a more serious note, John began to question her. "What happens if we
find that this grave is empty? I just hope that there is a corpse in there, and
if there is what happens then, Andrea?"

"I don't know, John. If she's not there… Well, that means that something strange
happened to her. If she is in there, I guess I've been wrong about some things."

"That's right, Andrea. You agreed to move if we find this Anna's remains here,"
he said as he pointed to the grave. "I hope you live up to your agreement."

He wanted desperately for there to be a decomposed human found in there. He
didn't know what she'd really do if the coffin was empty, but he was almost sure
she'd want to go on looking into the life of this Anna Dickens woman. He tried
to talk to her. "You know this woman lived some hundred years ago. What more can
you learn about her?" He watched her facial expressions as he spoke. He could
see her getting upset with him, so he changed the subject. "Well, time to get
back to it." He stood and went to resume the dig. It was not a good time to talk
to Andrea that way.

The mound of dirt by the grave grew higher and higher. John would raise the
shovel high, and then thrust it down into the solid earth, deep into the grave
cavity.

A loud thud sounded from the open cavity and echoed through the lonely night.
John hit it again. This time he knew he had come upon something. He began to
work even faster. Once again, another loud thump.

"I think it's the casket. Come over here and hold the light up so I can see it
better."

She rushed over and shined the light from both flashlights down where he stood.
"Is it the casket?"

"I don't know. I think it is, but I have to clear away more of the dirt to take
a good look." He had excitement in his voice as he went on to instruct her to
continue to shine the light directly down where he worked shoveling. No question
about it—something there.

He scooped the loose soil up with the shovel and threw it out of the open grave
in quick, furious motions. They could hear the shovel scrape across what sounded
like a hard surface. At last the moment Andrea had been waiting for. Perhaps
minutes away until they would know one way or the other if Anna's remains were
buried in that grave.

His voice echoed in the night as he declared, "Yes, this is it. We hit the
casket."

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My story, "Azathoth is Here" took first place as readers' favorite in Issue 1 of
Innsmouth Free Press. Thanks to all who voted. Read about it and who the runner
up at http://www.innsmouthfreepress.com/?p=2568

Pamela K. Kinney
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

My story, "Give Me Something Good To Eat" is included in the 2009 Alley of
Horror: Campfire Tales at Imagination Lane. Listen Here:
http://imaginationlane.net/backroads/archives/43


All including mine:
Hosted By: Gwendolyn Jensen-Woodard
Special Guest: Zombie Astronaut

"Give Me Something Good to Eat"
Written by Pamela K. Kinney
Read by Bill Hollweg

"The Road That Never Was"
Written & Read by Alexa Chipman

"My Dog Believes in Ghosts"
Written & Read by Paul Mannering

"Excerpt from Messiah's War Trilogy Book 2"
Written by Scott M. Sandridge
Read by Scott M. Sandridge & Alexa Chipman



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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

What are you planning to watch or read that's scary or not for this month for
Halloween? Leave your comment on my blog.
http://pamelakkinney.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-are-you-planning-to-watch-or-read\
.html

Pamela K. Kinney
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Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

Four Questions Friday on my blog again. Leave your answers in the comments.
http://pamelakkinney.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-questions-friday_09.html

Pamela K. Kinney
http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com
http://www.myspace.com/PamelaKKinney
http://PamelaKKinney.blogspot.com

Be prepared to take a journey into Pamela K. Kinney's fantastic dreams of
horror, science fiction and fantasy, plus the ghosts and legends of two
nonfiction ghost book,  Haunted Richmond, Virginia and Haunted Virginia:
Legends, Myths and True Tales.

Watch Haunted Richmond Virginia book video on
http://www.blazingtrailers.com/show.php?title=268

Catch me at Monster Fest 2009 on Saturday, October 10, 2009 9AM to 4PM. The
address is Chesapeake Central Library 298 Cedar Road Chesapeake, VA 23322 (757)
410-7120. http://www.monsterfestva.com/

Definitely, I'll be selling and signing my books (both as Pamela and my
pseudonym, Sapphire Phelan) at my table there, plus hopefully doing panels too.

Pamela K. Kinney