Please give a
warm welcome to Virhynda
Sajangpur from Red Dahlia by Ross S. Simon today as we sit down
and see what makes her tick.
Q: So tell us about
yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
A: Perhaps it
was the fact that he needed someone to make a happy marriage to Clifford
Selickton of the British Royal Navy, but…more to the point, to give birth to a
child who would turn out to be Kali-Ma come to meat.
Q: What was it
that drew you to your mate?
A: Our match was
made by Cliff’s unofficial guru, Swami Gudhlash Dharvanu, who brought him to my
cult, the Kamatra.
Q: A little
naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?
A: It was
definitely in front of all my Kamatra sisters, when Clifford first arrived on
the temple grounds. Yet, that’s
traditional for male newcomers (hee, hee, in more than one way) to Kamatra.
Q: Boxers,
briefs or Commando on a man?
A: As you can
imagine from the scene where we first meet, it’s either Commando, or not even
anything on below the waist.
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he can play?
A: Clifford can
give me this basic idea: “Once Kamatra, always Kamatra.”
Q: What is the
one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out
of bed?
A: We in Kamatra
are trained to recognize many erogenous zones, but with Clifford, prudish
Englishman that he is, the good old genital area works perfectly fine for
stimulating.
Q: What was one
of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in RED DAHLIA?
A: He made me
pass out before orgasm, that one night on our honeymoon, when we had to call
the doctor about some illness I apparently had.
Q: Anything else
you would like to add?
A: I would
advise you all to beware the Blood-Mother, Kali. As you will see in RED DAHLIA, she can
manifest (shudders) wherever and whenever you least expect…or want…her to.
Thank you Virhynda
for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog.
Please find RED DAHLIA by Ross S. Simon at Damnation Books/Eternal Press.
A Teaser from Red Dahlia by Ross S. Simon
Paranormal Horror
Damnation Books
When he retires from the First
World War to a colonial Indian life of peace, Commodore Clifford Selickton RN
is unaware of the blood about to be spilled through that which he
unleashes. Selickton takes a beautiful
young priestess, Virhynda, for a wife, and they bear a darling little child…a
child who, horrifyingly, is prophesized to become the very incarnation of the
dread Kali-Ma, East Indian goddess of blood sacrifice. The mind-bending examples they witness of
random people receiving their doom are, in fact, only preludes to the hideous,
demonic goal of the Blood-Mother: conquest of the earth, to cover it in a
maelstrom of hellish flame and mangled flesh that will consume all
mankind. Worst of all, Kali aims to
achieve this by striking at the very heart of the civilized world…and it might
take a miracle from the Hindu gods themselves to stop her once and for all.
EXCERPT:
Clifford turned
away from the crib to try and go sit back down in exhaustion—but when he did,
the crying stopped.
Puzzled,
Clifford looked back at little Alise.
She just laid there in her crib, on her back, the tears under her eyes
already drying away. She was even
smiling a tad, it seemed.
Then
Cliff heard the cracking, splitting noise.
He
looked around quick, but then—looking back at the baby—he realized it was
coming from Alise’s head. What—?
Suddenly,
to his horror, Cliff indubitably saw that the skin on the top of the baby’s
head was splitting open, and coming off, all by itself.
He
gasped, choking—and yet, he couldn’t help but watch.
The
entire skin of Alise’s head slipped off, with a loud sliding noise, starting to
reveal something wet, dark and indistinguishable beneath. Then the skin came down around her shoulders,
just shucking off in wrinkling folds, and as Cliff looked on in mind-bending
mortal terror, the dark, wet form slithered out of the skin of his baby
daughter.
Next
came the skin of the little arms, the torso, the legs, all in one huge,
wrinkling mass. Alise was shedding her
skin just like a snake would. Out from
the skin was coming this huge, dark, wet lump…
The
lump uncurled…and there was Alise herself.
She
was now naked, as opposed to the skin that had just come off, which still at
least bore a diaper. Alise—now in a
fresh skin, while the old one moldered in a heap—just looked up at her father,
and smiled.
In
a jolt, Clifford suddenly backed away from the crib, hyperventilating,
going seemingly mad right then and there.
With one deep, deep breath in the midst of his hyperventilation, Cliff
stopped—he froze up—and then collapsed on the floor in a dead faint.
The
discarded skin in the crib disintegrated, and melted down into a liquid rather
quickly.
Little
Alise lay down, and went peacefully back to sleep.
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