Welcome to the Wicked,
Weird and Whimsical Words Halloween Blog Tour!! A few of my author friends
from Broad Universe and I adore Halloween, so
we're trading blog posts every other day for this last week of October.
Justine Graykin's second post in this tour
tickles me to no end. I've been a fan of her Archimedes Nesselrode since she started reading excerpts from it
at Rapid Fire Readings years ago. It was an audio book first, and I just don't
do audio books. So, when she finally, finally, finally had a huggable book
published, I did, indeed, drive all the way up to her release party in New
Hampshire so I could immediately hug my own copy. Squee!
Happy Halloween!!
An Excerpt
from Archimedes Nesselrode by Justine
Graykin
Archimedes Nesselrode, my newly-released novel from
Double Dragon, is mostly gentle and whimsical, a tale of an artist with strange
and wonderful creative powers. But these
powers also have a dark and frightful side, one which even the artist himself
fears.
In
honor of the this shiversome season, I offer to the readers of my dear friend
Trisha’s blog an excerpt from the book in keeping with that spirit of darkness.
We
join the artist and his devoted housekeeper attempting to escape from the
vengeful anger of Zarah Trebbiano, the operatic diva whose advances Mr.
Nesselrode has rejected.
“Get in the car, Mr. Nesselrode,”
Ms. Mare said firmly, “I shall handle this.”
“Oh, yes, get into the car,
Michel!” the singer mocked. “Do as your
woman servant says! Spineless worm! That is all you are! Gutless and spineless!”
“That will be enough!” Ms. Mare
snapped in an imperiously commanding tone that any school mistress would have
envied. “You will leave immediately and
do not dare attempt to contact Mr.
Nesselrode again in any way!”
“Call off your dog, Michel,”
Madam Trebbiano said, “her yapping annoys me.”
“You are a crude, ill-bred woman
who ought to be ashamed of herself, but is too arrogant to realize it! Now, good night to you!” Ms. Mare turned on her heel to go. Her employer had still not moved.
“Ill-bred?” the singer
cried. “This from an illegitimate brat
of the serving class! Oh, yes, I know
who you are! You’re the housekeeper,
aren’t you? Do you think to improve your
position by coddling your master? A bit
of advice to you--don’t attempt to bed him!
He is a passionless, impotent fish!”
“How dare you?” Ms. Mare cried in
outrage.
“Can’t you say anything,
Michel? No, you pathetic, sniveling
poseur! I should never have wasted my
time with you! You are not a man at all!”
“That will be enough!” Ms. Mare
commanded, uncomfortably aware that they were beginning to attract a crowd. “Mr. Nesselrode, get into the car. We are leaving!”
“Go on, Michel! Run with your tail between your legs! That’s all you’ve got down there! Go home with your faithful dog! Perhaps you can reward her with a few
limp-wristed caresses! Or do you prefer
little boys?”
“Zarah, shut up!”
The transformation of Archimedes
Nesselrode from rabbit to wild-eyed fury was sudden and astonishing. He spun around to face her and his voice rose
into a screech. “Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!”
Madam Trebbiano was shocked
speechless, taking a step away from him.
Ms. Mare was frozen, her mouth open.
She had seen him annoyed, fretful, peevish and irritated. She had never seen this. His eyes blazed with madness, but not the
gentle, harmless madness she was accustomed to.
His face was twisted horribly and malignantly. The winged snake flew up into the air with
alarm and darted over to Ms. Mare, coiling about her legs and cringing, afraid
of her own master.
“You summon great passion in me,
Zarah! Oh, yes! You inspire me with wild emotion!” He laughed, but it was a fearful, maniacal
sound. “You are fascinated by my magic,
eh? I’ll give you a demonstration! See what I create in your honor!” He held out his hands. To Ms. Mare’s horror they were dripping with
scorpions. If there was any creature
which inspired greater loathing in her than spiders, it was scorpions.
Madam Trebbiano’s expression
showed much the same sentiment. She was
grimacing in revulsion. Archimedes
Nesselrode, quite monstrously insane, walked towards her. “Embrace me, Zarah! I’m all yours!”
“Get away from me!” she cried,
backing away. But she found her retreat
blocked. They were no longer standing on
a city sidewalk. Archimedes Nesselrode
had conjured a chamber of horrors.
The stone walls that enclosed
them slanted at bizarre angles and intersected with unbearable asymmetry. The seams where the stone blocks met were
cracked and seeping with fungoid slime.
From the slime bubbled shapeless things which crawled and dripped to the
crazily tilting floor. The ceiling was
thickly hung with sticky webs which seethed with black legs and bloated bodies.
“Gifts for you, Zarah!” he
shrieked, his voice cracked and shaking, “From the bottom of my heart!” He threw the scorpions at her, and began to
laugh hideously. He became swathed in
robes of black and scarlet, and from beneath the folds of the robe erupted
monstrosities, deformed and hideous.
Writhing hunks of severed flesh, embedded with eyes, oozing like open
wounds, they flopped and crawled around him.
Zarah Trebbiano screamed and clawed helplessly at the venomous creatures
that clung to her, stinging her repeatedly.
Stunned with horror, Vivian Mare
stared, unable to believe that her timid, sweet employer could have so suddenly
mutated into this terrible monster. It
took an act of strongest will power to break the paralyzing spell.
“Snake, for pity’s sake, let go
of me!”
My
thanks to Trisha Wooldridge for her gracious hospitality. Archimedes
Nesselrode is
About the
Author:
Justine Graykin is a writer and free-lance
philosopher sustained by her deep, abiding faith in Science, Humanity and the
belief that humor is the best anti-gravity device. Author of Archimedes Nesselrode,
a book written for adults who are weary of adult books, she is producer of the
BroadPod podcast. She lives, writes and
putters around her home in rural New Hampshire, occasionally disappearing into
the White Mountains with a backpack.
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1 comments:
I finished reading Archimedes Nesselrode and I loved it! In fact, that night some of its characters were actually in my dreams. So now you know the book has the power to penetrate the unconscious and its characters really are alive in the imaginative sense!
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