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Recently, I picked up a stack of Kim Harrison’s Hollow Series and found some interesting nuggets. Another author peeks through the clouds of fiction:
The Outlaw Demon Wails
Kim Harrison
Character- Rachel Mariana Morgan speaking to herself:
p. 272 – “Sometimes it takes a two-by-four across your head to realize what you want isn’t what you’ll end up with if you get it.”
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White Witch, Black Curse
Kim Harrison
Character- Rachel to useless brother Robbie:
p. 350 – “I am going to stay here and do some good, because that’s what people do when they are alive and not just going through the motions. I am not going to find myself on my deathbed, wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t played it safe!”
Character- Rachel’s Mother giving her daughter some advice:
p. 353 – “I want you to do wonderful things. But unless you have someone to share them with, they don’t mean a dog’s ass. Trust me on this.”
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Black Magic Sanction
Kim Harrison
Character- Algaliarept
p. 234 – “Perception is everything, determining how others treat us. If enough people think you’re a demon, you are.”
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This author has a very unique style of writing.
Enjoy!
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Writing is such a joy to those with the predisposition for story telling.
I have a standing repartee with my son. One of his usual questions when I receive a visit is whether or not I’m still writing lies.
I always try to meet his challenge with some equally disturbing touché, then have him read my latest disturbing outline for another one of my tales.
Great story tellers through history are why we have such rich libraries around the world.
For one moment, imagine the world without those gifted at placing their vivid imaginations on media.
We would have no recollection of past events.
There would be no such thing as computers, technology, or something as mundane as multi-story buildings.
The evening news would be defunct (not a bad idea in some respects), there would be no movie theatres, no scripts, etc.
Would there be music?
Someone had to produce a drawing or written account of the secret techniques handed down from father to son to produce the perfect violin.
Medicines?
The list is endless and redundant….
The compounded knowledge of the past would not be available as a foundation for the next generation to build upon. Some worry that the information is skewed toward the individual’s own views or perspectives. However, right or wrong, (lie or truth), errors have a way of correcting themselves.
If a foundation is laid and the building erected upon it is skewed, it fails as badly as two of the Three Little Pigs.
Only the truth will stand in the end, when the test comes.
If I could lay a future foundation, it would not be for a specific genre of imaginary tenure, but the deliberate effort of writing itself.
By encouraging one young aspiring author to continue their dream of creating imaginary worlds or exacting knowledge of current events, then my life will have had meaning.
Remember to encourage those around you to read, lead by example, carry a book instead of living in a cell phone.
Should the urge suddenly prod you to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, by all means yield to the temptation.
Share that piece of yourself with the future.
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Released August 15th, 2013
Horror with a Heart.
This fiction novel was inspired by a
foray of supernatural events that are
meant to intrigue and inspire.
You’ll never view the common world
around you the same.
Although it is targeted to a Young
Adult audience, it has received good
reviews by readers of all ages.
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Released October 11th, 2013
Do you believe in angels?
A mesmerizing tale of loss and recovery.
Readers of all ages will enjoy this story of
fast paced events.
Supernatural fun at its peak!
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Debut Novel – 2009
Debut Novel by David Pyle
Between Life and Death is a new
Supernatural Thriller centered in
historical Natchez, Mississippi.
Released in 2009
Published as an unedited manuscript.
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Frankenstein vs. Romeo and Juliet
Comments by David Pyle
One of my favorite muses is to read through the lens of an author; specifically Classic Horror. Most author’s lens’ tend to look either through smoky glass, a microscopic view or even telescopic. My personal favorites are the imperfect skewed ones, the ones with macular degeneration.
The better interpretive writing classes do something similar; always nudging students to look past the obvious themes in a story; an almost meditative process.
From personal experiences, I’ve noticed that it usually isn’t until after my completed manuscript is stapled and proudly placed on the appropriate stack that I glimpse what was lurking beneath my own skin; hidden within my own recesses.
I wonder how many other authors have experienced the dissecting experience, the humbling experience of learning something about themselves that escapes through the hubris of writing? Little tidbits that their soul had been screaming at them to notice, that took the scrutiny of others to expose.
I recently took a glance into the classic Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, rediscovered by many, sometimes superficially destroyed and neutered. But the original…, forces me to take note.
In the beloved story of Frankenstein lurks another monster, more devastating than the electrically and chemically regenerated patchwork of dead flesh.
—-Here are a few things I believe the story is trying to speak:
My passion has driven me to look for this unknown that I’ve sought after all my life. This unknown deep dark pit that I’ve never seen or known is calling to me, so if it doesn’t exist, then I have to create it. Somehow, I have to put the pieces together and give life to it.
I see those pieces in different people, but there never seems to be that one perfect person with all the pieces I’m craving. Now my life is at a point where my need is driving me mad. There isn’t any more time. I have to create this unknown with my own hands.
I looked everywhere I was instructed to look, among my peers, for years and never saw the one with all the right pieces in place.
So finally, my passion drives me to do the unthinkable. I go out, to the places that I know I shouldn’t. I look in the alleys, in the bars, brothels, the highways and hedges, among the dead of society. Finally, I see a way to get what I want.
I find one person that is nearest to what I crave. I take this one home in secret, all the while knowing that if anyone sees this…; this thing that I’m doing at face value, I’ll be ostracized from all my friends, family, peers, and colleagues.
Now. I have my precious. My secret that I’m coveting. Others would never see the potential finished product that I see. I can barely control my excitement, my passion, as I delve deeper into molding this one into what I crave.
I begin to hack and cut, knit and force upon this creature all the other attributes that I need. Hands which are soft to my touch, or strong when needed. Eyes that are for me instead of all the others which pass by. Arms that can grip me and never let go. A perfect creature. A soul that is of my own making.
Finally, I’ve done it. I’ve created this monster, sought after this monster; brought it to life, shocked into existence.
Now that my beloved creature, my distorted vision of love, suddenly comes alive, it sees what I’ve been up to. This beloved sees itself after all that I’ve done. It becomes cognizant of it’s original self and no longer recognizes that self any longer; not after all my…, modifications.
The only thing left for my creature to do is try to escape. But where can something so repulsive run to that is away from the thing it loathes most, -itself?
Then my secret is out; in the open for everyone to see. It’s hideous to behold, only I can see it’s potential, and everyone else wants to see it dead. My relationship with this love I’ve created is something no other can visualize.
Above all, now that it has found it’s freedom, now that it’s alive, I can’t control it. My beloved creature, identified with me by normal society, exposed to all the hateful eyes of society, is now on a rampage and it’s lashing out at everyone it sees, daylight or dark.
During the course of its exodus, my monster meets a child and shows it the tenderness of a mother’s touch without harm. This creature, this monster is willing to be met halfway if it could only be met with the innocence of a child, even a blind man could see that the horrific creature was only something that had been wounded beyond repair.
Society comes with their pitchforks and torches and all the hatred and loathing to destroy. Now it’s only a matter of time before what I thought I wanted comes back to destroy me, its creator, for what I’ve done.
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So if you’re willing to look through the distorted lens of the author’s eye and see what they see, feel what they feel, you might see a different story. But be careful that you don’t look too deeply. You might actually see something more devastating and horrific than you expected…, you might see yourself.
Will you be the Creator, the Creation, or will you be the one carrying a pitchfork and flames?
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Knock-Offs and Placebos
by David Pyle
Oftentimes it is discouraging to go into a store and see every other item on the shelf is either a cheaper or useless version of its original creation. An inventor came up with the idea, went through all the trouble to put pride and effort into the creation, applied for patents, spent good money to sell the idea to a manufacturer, and finally…, one day it hits the shelf.
One month after the product of the inventor’s creation becomes available, there on the shelf is a cheaper ‘great value’ sitting next to it, flying off the shelf.
One of the big conglomerates has sent off the said product to ‘the Borg’, a third world country with cheap slave labor and stolen the idea, only to replicate it with a ‘toy’ version marketed under a pseudonym or parody name.
Of course, the person is livid that the intellectual property has been stolen. The beloved Widget is now marketed as Wijet and there is no way to recoup any losses to the much bigger competitor.
The same thing happens every day to authors, writers, novelists, poets, bloggers, songwriters, and journalists; any variant of wordsmith with a pension for pouring out something unique.
Regardless of the hours spent in research, the unique spin, the personal touch, that product is almost immediately plagiarized with a change of title, rephrasing a few sentences, or restructuring of content.
These knock-offs show up as HBO specials, B-movies utilizing dissected scenes from books and stories, with little concern for their origin.
Copyright laws are so useless and unenforceable today that unless you hide your written work until the last possible moment, it can be subject to reenactment in some ‘made for television’ movie of the week before the year is out. I’ve seen it happen, had it happen to myself.
Unique narratives, unique characters, and unique scenes, even by bestselling authors, regularly show up as a Television special.
Most recently, I noticed how some of the unique characters, furtive imaginations, and written works of Laurell K. Hamilton, Kim Harrison, Bentley Little, Anne Rice, and many, many more end up in series like ‘True Blood‘, ‘Buffy the VK‘, or sad movies such as ‘Drag me to Hell’ or ‘Scary Movie’. In a matter of weeks, love trysts between werewolves, vampires, and impressionable young humans are commonplace. Oh…, and witches…, let’s not forget the witches.
The ‘crack of the whip’ has been effectively stolen by the plagiarist.
No matter if they ‘shape-shift, howl at the moon, raise the dead for a living, stake the dead, or cavort with the dead’, the original creator, the author that dreamed up the original character, the original scene, should get some credit.
A line should be drawn somewhere even in the name of rewrites.
The best we can hope for is to guard our product with the fervor of a paranoid schizophrenic until the day we give it the first slap on the ass and let it take its first breath; then all bets are off.
Comments are welcome, even if I don’t agree.
© 2012 Pentwist.com
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Pentwist.com just passed the 4000 (regular) reader mark.
Many of my regular readers are the international crowd, to which I wave a hearty hello and thanks!
I suppose my regular weekly subscribers have noticed that I haven’t posted much lately – I’m working on three projects at the same time. All three are different genre’s.
Much like taking classes in German, Spanish, and Italian at the same time (which I’ve done). The syntax is close, but the vocabulary is hell! That’s a horror story in itself…, LOL
Thank you all for visiting and being patient,
David
Got Second Place for one of the Short Stories I gave away back during the holidays.
Forty Minutes of my time – I was actually surprised.
(How Cool is that?)
Link to the story and download – No Longer Available
AuthorStand no longer exists.
