#but louis stuff is always deeper

[daisiesonafield-blog]

HARRY STYLES: A DEEPER LOOK AT HIS FEELINGS TOWARDS 1D MEMBERS...TAROT/PSYCHIC READING PART 1/5

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(I recommend watching in 1.25x or 1.5x speed!)

Timestamps:

0:00 Intro

5:05 Archetype of what Harry feels about Zayn

7:17 Archetype of what Harry feels about Liam

10:32 Archetype of what Harry feels about Niall

10:28 Archetype of what Harry feels about Louis

11:40 Archetypes summary

13:38 Zayn Archetype details

22:39 Liam Archetype details

28:35 Niall Archetype details

33:56 Louis Archetype details

36:45 Additional card for Louis

36:59 Bottom deck for all

38:44 Additional card for Zayn

39:29 Additional card for Liam

40:30 Additional card for Niall

42:07 Archetypes for Harry

44:16 What is something we don't know about Harry and Zayn

49:32 What is something we don't know about Harry and Liam

57:17 What is something we don't know about Harry and Niall

1:08:34 What is something we don't know about Harry and Louis

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Some interesting stuff in here, though I feel like a lot of what she says can be a bit better interpreted with additional context and knowledge, but overall a good reading imo.

A quick summary of her main points:

Harry & Zayn: overall very strong feelings, a lot of questions and conflicts. H has a lot of love for Zayn and feels like he's had to deal with a lot of shit; Zayn gave a lot to H and as a result he sees Zayn as a martyr. He has some guilt towards Zayn. She says H feels like they're family, and that Z+H have a karmic connection from a past life and were destined to meet again in this life. Overall a very deep connection with a lot of depth and difficulties.

Harry & Liam: H saw Liam as a rescuer, someone who was very direct, a straight forward person, and that they spoke a lot, Liam being very communicative and blunt. There's a lot of warmth between them. They had some conflicts but Liam would still always talk to Harry even when they didn't see eye to eye. H tried to help Liam with his addiction, but this was an unresolved thing in their relationship. They talked a lot about relationships together, and had a strong creative artistic bond.

Harry & Niall: super strong connection. True friendship between them, she's mentioned before that they have a friendship soulmate bond, and that comes thru again in this reading. H admires Niall's life perspectives and positivity and used to go to him to work thru things. They've been thru a lot together, a lot of heavy shit. She said they used to spend a lot of time talking into the night till they fell asleep together. TW for the next section - she mentions that the two of them have some industry-related information that has helped them but is also really heavy. She mentions it involves someone of great high status, and she sees a drink, or putting something in a drink, in a location of desert-like climate, she also got the name Justin Bieber mixed in this. It's overall unclear, but she hints at it being some sort of dark industry thing, and tbh this just screams abuse to me. She mentioned that only the two of them were involved in this, that the 2 of them were taken to this place where they gained this information about this powerful person, not the other boys, and it's something that weighed very heavily on them but ultimately helped them (?), very creepy af vibes. - that being said, I remind you that this is a tarot reading and as such is highly subjective and based on interpretation, and that this info is very surface level and convoluted at best, or misinterpreted at worst.

Harry & Louis: H sees Louis as God. A lot of benevolence coming from Louis, H sees him as compassionate and kind. There's a lot of admiration that he feels for L. H's relationship with Louis is the strongest, they had the strongest bond amongst all of the boys. For Louis she got "look who's in charge", that he takes charge, takes control of situations, that he's someone who manifests and brings good things in - and H really looks up to Louis because of this. That Louis is "slow and steady", and someone who's worked thru a lot of disappointments in his life, through a lot of pain. That Louis smiles in very difficult situations. He's very strong, and has a very high tolerance for pain, emotional pain specifically; he's able to withstand a lot of pain. And Harry is aware of this in regards to Louis, it's something big and important in their relationship. H saw Louis go thru a lot of sadness and difficulties with other people, where they weren't honest or true to Louis and tried to imprison him, and keep him down, hold him down, but they weren't able to. That Louis is a very resilient and transformative soul. That he's been through a lot of despair, poverty and grief and come out strong on the other side. That Louis has a message for people. That H feels like Louis always has messages for him in everything, that he has a lot to learn from Louis, that Louis has a lot of wisdom. H feels like Louis is a very deep thinker. H has a motherly energy towards Louis, that he's had to talk Louis off the edge thru all the difficulties he's been thru. H has a very considerate, careful and sweet energy for Louis. That Louis has been thru some really shitty, sketchy and shady things thru life, and that Louis is a very strong warrior, but there were some moments when H had to talk Louis off the ledge while dealing with very difficult, tortuous thoughts. That H helped Louis during these difficult times, and brought him back, helped him see things in perspective. That they went thru some really difficult times emotionally, specifically Louis, and that H helped even when it was hard due to his proximity and how well he understood Louis. And that H brought in strength and said 'no we will get thru this, it'll be ok'. H has a motherly vibe. That HL have a really strong bond because they got to know each other slow and steadily, their relationship was very steady. They went thru some really difficult energies. That Louis helped H tap intro his creative side through reading. Their relationship has the energy of a marriage. That they felt like a married couple. That they care very deeply for each other, and when one of them would get an offer they'd expect the other to receive something as well. And they'd speak out if they felt like the other wasn't getting something fair, or not being treated right. They defended each other. They felt like they were in a very difficult situation as celebrities, more so them two specifically, more so than the other boys. That they have a very youthful energy in their relationship despite the pain they experienced. That they were always there for each other, and they needed each other. Soulmates.

Overall H has a lot of love for all of the 1D boys in different ways, and they're like family, brothers, a community, and no place like home. That H feels like they all came together for a reason.

#tarot reading #1d tarot reading #larry tarot reading #harry tarot reading #long post #The #Hermetic Herald

[licncourt]

Do you think Louis is "good with emotions"? What I mean is is he consciously aware of how he feels about what's happening around him, does he have a handle on emotions or does he have.. Issues with translating what he's feeling, therefore he is oblivious to his own emotions. Does he fine tune emotions in a conscious funnel that gives the reader an impression that he's quite adept at being a person you can go to with your problems. Does this make sense? I guess what I'm asking is would he be the best friend you can count on to have a deep talk with or is Louis so repressed he needs to write out his thoughts in a journal before he can give advice. Does he give terrible advice. Would he make a good therapist? I think he's a bit too mentally lost himself to be the person to depend on for advice even though compared to Lestat he's more emotionally mature, but (I'm sorry this is so winded) is Louis aware of his emotions enough to make good life choices, and is Louis able to distinguish emotions or does he struggle with them enough to be that person everyone goes to for advice (hypothetically). I hope I'm making sense.. I'm not too keen on the side of fandom that leans on Louis being the "sane" one while Lestat is the "insane" one, but in my short time in this fandom, that's been my experience 🤷🏻‍♀️ Everyone wants to lean on Louis, and they want him to be the family friendly one. It doesn't give room for him to flesh himself out. Why does Lestat get all the fun stuff. Louis started the shenanigans and he is obviously very unhinged. I don't think it's fair is all. But please give me your thoughts on this very long ask.

Oh God that's a hard question, but my answer is no, he isn't really. He's emotional but I wouldn't say he's good with those emotions or those of others (especially not those actually). In general he reminds me of when you meet a guy who sucks but they call themselves an empath.

Even Lestat says in one of the books that Louis is oblivious to the suffering of others in a lot of ways and I think that's true. He sees human misery when it supports his internal beliefs because he's actively looking for it, but he's not in tune with people in general, especially not when other people's feelings contradict his world view (ie owning slaves while acting like he's some kind of hero for the downtrodden because he eats rats).

I think the fact that he feels his own emotions so intensely is part of what makes him so selfish. He's incredibly caught up in what HE'S feeling, so the inner world of someone else is not really being considered, nor would it occur to him to consider it. That happens a lot in IWTV where, at least the way Louis portrays it, the only explanations he can come up with for Lestat's behavior are that he's stupid or he just has a bad personality.

There's always the implication that their relationship was deeper than Louis made it seem, but I also don't think he was interested in exploring Lestat's deeper motives for his behavior. He got his feelings hurt and therefore whatever Lestat had going on was irrelevant to him. There was no effort to understand and empathize when it was hard and he faced resistantance.

At the very least, be seems to be hellbent on strong-arming his own emotions to suit his will. He's very externally adamant about his chosen narrative, but he spends enough time just Having Feelings that at least deep down, he knows for himself what the truth is most of the time when it comes to his inner thoughts unless he's in true denial. He just chooses to be stubborn and force his way through life ignoring those feelings if he thinks they shouldn't be that way.

His thoughtfulness and how carefully he chooses his words does give the impression of some kind of emotional intelligence, but I think a lot of that is artificial, like when he's talking in IWTV about how his objections to killing are about the principle and the aesthetics. There's a lot of convoluted thinking and justifications, but not much consistent or reasonable logic to suggest that he's tapped into something grounded and honest within himself or the world.

Another indicator of whatever emotional imbalance he has is the way he cycles between being so rigidly repressed and then snapping. That's not the hallmark of someone who's processed or is capable of coping with any hard feelings, much like an addict who never gets treatment but manages to white knuckle their way through stretches of time before losing control again.

I suppose he is more emotionally mature than Lestat in his ability to exercise restraint and be calculated (in good and bad ways), but that doesn't always translate to an emotionally intelligent mindset that influences larger choices or patterns. No matter how good he is at it, his semi-frequent, massive lapses in judgement and self control kind of negate how helpful those skills can be.

This comes across in subtler ways too. He was more the family man than Lestat, but rather than responsibly parent Claudia through her adult challenges, he allowed and fostered an emotionally incestuous dynamic that was incredibly toxic for both of them. Other times he played calm and collected in the face of Lestat's outbursts, but he didn't actually work to resolve anything, just to keep the upper hand through his performative apathy. It's all very surface level and hardly ever productive.

The one credit I'll genuinely give to him was his willingness to let Lestat get whatever all that was out of his system in the 90s and 00s. He was very patient and honest about his feelings and finally had enough softness and genuine care for Lestat that he was able to see objectively the pain, confusion, and trauma those behaviors were born from. It's definitely growth on Louis' end compared to IWTV so golf clap for that.

I will say though that I definitely think he's too self-absorbed and judgmental to make a great listener unless he REALLY cares about the person talking to him. If he thinks he could've handled whatever the problem is better, it's going to show it accidentally even if he's being polite. The truth is he would not have handled it better most likely. Differently maybe, but not better. You had a freakout? Well. He simply would have repressed those feelings and then acted like a bitch later over nothing.

#answered #vc #meta #louis de pointe du lac

[twopoppies]

I know this is going to be an unpopular opinion, but… as an athlete myself, I know it takes so much more to sustain a training like H did for LOT, than just the training itself. Its also your diet, your sleep, how you approach your day to day life in generell. Its a spirit thing. I am by far no one who wants to share all of my perspectives on life, all of my hobbies and every moment of my free time with my partner, but — here it comes — from my personal (!) experience I know, being so dedicated to sport as H is — for sure not only to be in form for touring — does not come with a lot of drinking and smoking. And as I really don’t think partners should be 100% alike, I personally can’t image myself with a partner with whom I don’t share an athletic spirit, just because it dictates so many aspects of how you decide to shape your life… 🙈🙈🙈 (please don’t come for me, I really do believe in Larry!)

Hi, love. This is one of the parts that’s hardest for me to wrap my head around. I think that there are a few things to consider… one, we only know what they decide to show us and it’s possible Louis (for example) is less of a drinker/smoker/junk food eater than he appears to be. Two, I think they’ve known each other for so long that this might not be something that is difficult for them to deal with. They’ve always seemed very different on the outside, but what always made sense was that the deeper stuff seemed very aligned.

Like I said the other day, there are days when I feel much more sure of the idea that they’re still together, and days when I question it.

In reference to this

#fitness Harry

[covenofthearticulate]

What do you think would be Louis's favourite kinds of coffee and tea to drink, if he could drink them?

Damn I love this question and I wish I had a better answer— I don’t really drink coffee or tea so idk how specific I can be 😩

Even as a vampire, I’ve headcanoned that Louis is a coffee snob, and I don’t think that would change if he was able to actually consume it! I think he’d enjoy earthier flavors, maybe even some spice! I think, growing up in the Louisiana colonies, Louis drank his fair share of coffee as a mortal. The coffee place near my office actually has this special blend coffee that’s “New Orleans Style” and the beans are roasted with chicory and saffron, so maybe he'd enjoy something like that. I don't think he'd like anything too sweet, and he'd hate all the artificial stuff we put in coffee these days, so honestly yeah I think if Louis were to drink anything, he'd just have it straight black like an absolute maniac.

As for tea, I also see him drinking something strong and earthy. I don't see him as an herbal tea guy— more of a black tea guy. Again, I'm not a tea drinker so idk if there are any other specifics beyond that, but I will say as a vampire, I think he would actually more enjoy cuddling up to a cup of something slightly fruitier like a hibiscus tea. Even though the deeper, earthier scents are grounding, he's always enticed by those tropical notes.

(On a totally different note, I'm so curious now as to how caffeine would affect him LOL like he's so stoic and composed all the time, I wonder if the caffeine would increase his focus and efficiency or just drive him up the fucking wall)

#;answered #headcanons #headcanon #louis de pointe du lac #someone who drinks tea or coffee please chime in!!

[faith--in-the-future]

Now you got me curious lol so which questions would you ask Louis if you were able to do an interview with him (on camera, not on paper)

ahh honestly so many ! and most importantly I would ASK HIM TO ELABORATE!! it drives me CRAZY when he says a hint of something bigger that he thinks and people LET IT DROP!! like UGH go deeper! ask him for examples etc etc and don't let him get away with vague answers lolol

in specific idk exactly bc I'd try to follow the flow of conversation and also it depends on what he's promoting at the time ! but guessing it was for an album I'd start with general questions about what was the "drive" for this album so like which concept(s) started it, is there something in particular you tried to communicate etc etc then asks about sounds, the production, specific choices he made etc (it's hard to do this based on an imaginary album lol)

more in general I'd want to ask him stuff like

- how come do you enjoy and support artists like the snuts or Sam fender or stone etc which like to make political and social commentary but you don't seem to want to make that kind of music yourself? (then elaborate based on his answer)

- love is such a central theme of your music and often it's portrayed in its most impervious and hurtful aspects, would you say that that comes from an abundance of experience in those aspects from you or is it more because that side just inspires you more ?

- what would you say are the most difficult parts of love/relationships for you? what have you encountered most that was hard for you?

- hope is another central theme of your music, do you feel like it can be hard to make hopeful songs without bordering on cliches or just empty optimism ? (and I'd reword the question also in reference to what seems to be his life motto too)

- in terms of hope, would you say that you were more cynical when you were younger ? and if so why do you think that is ?

- in your music and your life you seem to deeply appreciate and protect your friendships, but there's also a lot of longing for a partner in your music, do you think that friendships alone could be enough for you or are you someone who is happiest when they're with their significant other too? ( if he says the second option ) and what specifically do you find in a partner that other forms of relationships don't give you?

- your music is at times referring or hinting at sex, often with very effective and imo interesting metaphors and symbolism, but I wanted to ask is it a deliberate choice for you to be more symbolism rather than explicit on this topic?

- as a woman I have often felt objectified or sexualized by male singers and directors etc so I am always grateful that with your music there never are contents that make me or , from what I've heard, any of your female identifying fans feel that way, is that also something that u consciously decide to do or is it just subconsciously part of your work bc that's how you operate in life in general?

- speaking of these topics, you have said in the past that when you make music you take into consideration what that music will leave to the listeners, for example you try to leave them with hope and resilience rather than despair, do you ever feel like this ideal limits you while making music? like for example you'd write something but then discard it bc in your opinion it's not something that you'd want the listeners to be left with after listening?

- if that answer is yes then what would be some examples of things you avoid bc of that reason?

and I'd have MANY MORE QUESTIONS honestly I could go on all day especially if I had a whole new album to base them on!

then I'd also ask questions about his opinions on other things like

- in your opinion what is the worst characteristic of today's approach to music making?

- what do you think is lacking most in today's music and that you'd hope to see in the future?

- do you think that music fans sometimes also have a wrong approach to music too?

then I'd ask like

- you always talk about your relationship with us fans and how much you treasure it but it is no secret that you've had issues with certain aspects of fandom too, how do you juggle with contrasting feelings? knowing that those behaviors you have issues with (rightfully so) might be coming from the same fans that you feel loved by at concerts?

- in your relationship with fans I know you get comfort by our closeness and our comradery but do you ever feel like those aspects of it might be a double edged sword sometimes? bc fans might feel like they're entitled to doing and knowing more things than what is actually appropriate?

I'll stop now bc it would be too long but ahh ... so much to know!!

#ask #anon #imaginary interview

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

that anon talking about people having an "oh…" reaction when you tell them you listen to/like louis….😭 it’s so true and so sickening. i’ll be the first to admit that when 1d were together i didn’t really vibe with louis and was more drawn to harry so when they disbanded i mostly listened to harry’s stuff but it wasn’t until last year that i was just so bored one day and went to look back at old 1d stuff and decide to do a deep dive on larry (like i said i was bored) and a week later i came out of it a solo louie… the irl people around me are all into harry and so it was weird for me to admit to liking louis and i tried to turn them onto him but they all shunned it and kept trying to compare his vocals/career success to harry’s. i have half a brain so i wasn’t necessarily surprised but i was bummed out. i definitely felt like they were very judgmental toward louis and for what? i feel like with the way things have gone on it will always sort of be this way but i’m glad to have louis though it does keep me up at night knowing he goes so under appreciated. fitf is just so good……………….

Anon, can I ask you why you became a solo Louie, just out of curiosity? It seems that people who like Louis’ music really have to go against the tide (even Larries who go to his concerts aren’t necessarily fans of his music), so to arrive at that point on your own is always interesting to me.

The fans who post about Louis’ music all seem to be deeper thinkers and more emotionally loyal people. It’s a self-selecting group.

And! There are a lot more Louies every year! It’s really cool. It was the desert back in 2019. I know a lot of fans have disappeared, but there’s quite a community of solo Louies internationally now. I’m really proud and relieved.

[berlinini]

Isn't it funny that the 'fans' who always go on about how they are the ones who look closely at everything, claim they do all the marketing for louis are the ones first in line to outrage and virtue signal without even trying to look deeper? saying the brand is on steeper side and not affordable to them is something I can accept. But getting angry at louis and saying this a cash grab??? Cash grab??? 28 clothing?????

Sometimes fandom is treated like the olympics - how many shows you go to, how much merch you have, how many vinyls of the same album etc etc so take that into account PLUS the fact that it's never easy to admit you can't afford something, whatever the reason might be (incl. stuff that is out of control for both the fans and louis such as currency exchange rates and shipping rates), so I feel like it's easier to come up and start saying it's too expensive?

28 clothing isn't shein making stuff in sweatshops nor it's adidas or nike having a global distribution network. The prices are FINE. It's not merch. They'll be trying to establish the brand as something akin to the street/skate/athletic brands from London, LA and Brooklyn that Louis wears.

It's ok to admit you're not the target market. You don't need to start ~discourse~ about the ethics of the fashion world and capitalism. You don't need to hold Louis to impossible standards just because for once he's not doing something "for you". Parasocial relationship gone wrong.

Also, breaking news, if you've ever consumed something from/by Louis, he's made money off your back. That's how it works. But suddenly it's a problem??? Get out.

#answered ask #anon #28 clothing #the double standard #he can never win

[finexbright]

Soni, I completely agree with your answer to anons! You're so smart! I however do always get the impression that they are both each other’s number 1 priority when it comes down to it (as you said mentioned in those songs).

When you're here don't need to say no more, nothing in the world that I would change it for.

I think I might just give up everything, just ask me to.

And all the clingy stuff like Louis the fish, HOME, blue bandana, tattoos. Like these things are indeed not codependence but what is the right word to use??? Because larry are another type of clingy, man....but I just can't come up with the word!! Anyway thanks for existing and for being so smart💙

they are very annoying and love making their relationship everyone else's business by bringing up again and again how they met when they were very young and how much they love each other, but i still wouldn't say they're codependent or that they make each other their number one priorities. besides, not every single song they write is about each other. they just love writing songs with deeper meaning dressed as love songs, which honestly is so clever and an example of how there is so many layers to love. i just think that they're dedicated and committed towards each other, i wouldn't call it codependency!

#non non

[persephoneflouwers]

Angie you just made me cry with your Saturdays analysis. The first time I listened to it, it felt like the song was about losing someone and not just in the way of breaking up but more permanent you know? And you just put all of that so eloquently and I agree with so much of what you said there. I thought it was about Jay but it makes sense to be about his sister as well. This song was the one I was crying my heart out to when I heard it live, and it probably will always remain that way.

His songwriting just takes you places where he imagines and makes you feel so many emotions. Especially nostalgia. It's the worst feeling ever (at least to me) because it's always so intense and he makes me feel that with so many of his songs! It's why I always connect so deeply to his lyrics and why his voice has so much effect on me. His voice just makes the feeling so much more real cause he's so raw in the songs.

Anyways sorry for the rant. I just love Saturdays and after the concerts I literally can't stop listening to it and crying everytime.

Oooh ♥️♥️♥️

If you don’t mind I will add this to our little Saturdays mental breakdown. You said the perrrfect word: nostalgia. I wrote something about nostalgia in Louis songs and Tumbrl is being kind enough to help me find that post yayyy so I will quote myself lol

The word nostalgia comes from Greek and it contains two words: νοστος and αλγος. It used to indicate the pain (algos) of the return (vostos). It describes the emotional ache of missing something you can’t have and the strive to have it again. […]

The modern use of the word nostalgia is a bit different and it applies to situations that have changed, that somehow stay in the past. You can’t go back to them (and if you try nostalgia gets even deeper). Usually it applies to feelings, emotional states, places. It’s a very mature feeling and I love it. Louis seems to consider it a lot in his music too: «Yeah, it was one of the keywords that kept coming up conceptually was 'change'. 'Changes' and 'Choices' for whatever reason. I think I've got to that age in my life where there is a lot of change happening around me. And also, across a few of the songs on the record there is an element of nostalgia as well which is obviously also related to change so it kind of just happened naturally, really.»

I just love to rant about stuff and find as many philosophical and mythological connections as possible. Sorry not sorry <3

#angels in my box #saturdays is my second child #saturdays analysis #fitf lyrics #fitf #louis songwriting #topic: nostalgia #nostalgia concept

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi. Hope you can give me some advice. I've little kids so don't have a lot oftime to read all the books so ws just going to read first 3 books and last 3 as also I'm a huge Louis and Lestat fan haha. But I read on tumblr somewhere mentioning there's a time when both Louis and Lestat each hear both is in trouble of something and they go to find the other? Which book is both of these occasions in? Or if they're in the middle books I wasn't going to read, does anyone know which pages they're in, and i can go straight to those pages online or something? Thank you for any help :)

Hey dear,

the first three and the last three are the ones with the most Loustat, that's true.

There are beautiful scenes in the Tale of the Body Thief though, both when (human) Lestat goes to Louis, and also when they reunite in the church at the end of the book.

And of course there's some really touching stuff in Merrick, towards the end.

So that was probably what was referred to?

Giving you the pages is a bit difficult, because it of course depends on the edition you have... so I put some under the cut here (else it gets so long^^)

These are a few excerpts of The Tale of the Body Thief:

"I know. It was wrong. Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you. It's foolish. I'm glad to see you, though I dread admitting it. I shiver at the thought that you might have really brought an end to yourself in the desert! I can't bear the thought of existence now without you! You infuriate me! Why don't you laugh at me? You've done it before."

"I won't let him harm you, Louis," I said. I turned and threw an evil glance at him. "I would never ever have let anyone harm you."

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"Louis," I said. "I want you to take me. Please, do as I ask you. Leave the interpretations of all my tales to me. Take me, Louis, look at me." I snatched up his cold, lifeless hand and laid it on my face. "Feel the blood in me, feel the heat. You want me, Louis, you know you do. You want me, you want me in your power the way I had you in my power so long, long ago. I'll be your fledgling, your child, Louis. Please, do this. Don't make me beg you on my knees."

I could sense the change in him, the sudden predator}' glaze that covered his eyes. But what was stronger than his thirst? His will.

"No, Lestat," he whispered. "I can't do it. Even if I'm wrong and you are right, and all your metaphors are meaningless, I can't do it."

I took him in my arms, oh, so cold, so unyielding, this monster which I had made out of human flesh. I pressed my lips against his cheek, shuddering as I did so, my fingers sliding around his neck.

He didn't move away from me. He couldn't bring himself to do it. I felt the slow silent heave of his chest against mine.

"Do it to me, please, beautiful one," I whispered in his ear. "Take this heat into your veins, and give me back all the power that I once gave to you." I pressed my lips to his cold, colorless mouth. "Give me the future, Louis. Give me eternity. Take me off this cross."

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"Only you could have gone there," he said. "And come back."

I wanted to say this wasn't true. But who else would have been fool enough to trust the Body Thief? Who else would have plunged into the venture with such sheer recklessness? And as I thought this over, I realized what ought to have been plain to me already. That I'd known the risk I was taking. I'd seen it as the price. The fiend told me he was a liar; he told me he was a cheat. But I had done it because there was simply no other way.

Of course this wasn't really what Louis meant by his words; but in a way it was. It was the deeper truth. "Have you suffered in my absence?" I asked, looking back at the altar. Very soberly he answered, "It was pure hell." I didn't reply.

"Each risk you take hurts me," he said. "But that is my concern and my fault." "Why do you love me?" I asked. "You know, you've always known. I wish I could be you. I wish I could know the joy you know all the time." "And the pain, you want that as well?" "Your pain?" He smiled. "Certainly. I'll take your brand of pain anytime, as they say."

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Merrick...

I can't really put quotes of Merrick here, because it's David narrating, and the impact falls flat. It's chapter 23 and following :). TW suicide!

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There's more, smaller things in Memnoch the Devil, and the Vampire Armand. But these are (some of the scenes). If you read the 6 books you mentioned you should be all settled :) And don't hesitate to ask!!! I can give you a rundown, too, if you like!

#asks #iwtv #interview with the vampire #the tale of the body thief #merrick #the vampire chronicles #loustat #ask nalyra

[artemiseamoon]

I’ve started reading Interview with the vampire (book) again because the show transported me back to falling inlove with the chronicles. It took me back to reading the book, for the first time, in the late 90s when I was an all black clothes / fishnet/ / fiery red hair/ silver moon boots wearin and lunchbox carrying hs freshman.

Yes the adaptation is different in many ways but I still am head over heels for it. The main thing that sold me is how the actors truly understand the characters and that is sooooo important to me. They’ve acted out and bought to life things I’ve imaged or read between Annes lines. These characters have lived with me since I was a teen and tho I was very hesitant about this adaptation, I’m so pleased and now I trust them with the material.

I could rant about this forever, so I’ll just try to keep it shortish. All the problematic and disturbing stuff aside, and there is lots of it, (as I grow older I just skim past that stuff and pretend it’s not there but I’m sure the books could be hard for people nowadays and those more immediately sensitive to things ) the vampire chronicles still mean so much to me.

One of my first friends in HS was this kid who dressed like lestat and modeled himself after him. I saw the guy and went “omg we must be friends”. I’m a shy person, even now I have a hard time initiating friendships, even if I really want to, but I did take the lead with that one. The girl who introduced me to the series was the only other quiet girl in class, the both of us sat in the back and would scribble in our notebooks with headphones on. One day she handed me her worn and frayed copy of IWTV and said “check it out, I think you’ll like it” -

Around the time I discovered the books, I was also figuring out my own sexuality and queerness. I’ve always been a vampire girl and used to watch the old black and white vamp films. These books came into my life at a time I really needed a world to escape to and this took me there. I have the whole collection and still go back and reread some of them. The Vampire Chronicles will always be important to me and hold a special place in my heart.

There are many things I love about the shows version. I want to wrap this up, so for now I’ll just make mention of Louis being a gay creole black man. As someone of direct Creole LA ancestry, it just touches me even deeper and makes the world of IWTV so much richer for me. I just - I love it. I can now understand things about Louis and connect to him in a way I couldn’t before. In fact, I like him better this way. Louis wasn’t my fav in the original but this Louis, Jacobs Louis, I love it and tho it’s different there are still essential parts that make Louis - Louis.

Ps: I have a few fav characters but I’ve always been a Lestat gal (even wrote lots of fanfic scribbled in notebooks that no one but me ever saw) and Sam - he did that shit. I’m so picky how all the characters are depicted but the most picky about my problematic complicated French vampire. And I bow to Sam- it’s a standing ovation from me. And Jacobs Louis, chefs kiss. Flowers! All of them really! I’m only undecided about Armand- we’ll see how I feel in S2.

#amc iwtv #iwtv thoughts

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@hekateinhell​ sent: my prompt request is the size kink thing you shared on @sangcreole 🙏🏼 i've been thinking about it for days 

“Can I turn you over?” Louis says the words out loud not for Armand’s benefit, but for Lestat’s.

His voice is barely above a whisper, which is admittedly impressive considering how damn fast his heart is beating. They’ve been at this for hours and still the only thing that might give away his exhaustion is the pink sheen gathered at the crease in his brow, clinging a curtain of inky hair down his temples as the rest of his mane flicks to and fro with each thrust (how foolish of Louis to think he might get away with gathering it up and out of reach in a ponytail at the beginning of their venture. Lestat had made quick work of that with the avid enthusiasm of Armand right behind him). But that was always Louis’ way, wasn’t it? His gentlemanly composure is kept under tight rein right until those last few blissful seconds before the very end. 

So considerate, Louis. Even as he’s got Armand bent over and fucked well past his normal limit with those long, delicate fingers splayed across the valley of his lower back, there is a gentleness in his tone which perhaps a more naive lover might mistake for kindness, but Armand and Lestat know is indicative of a deeper, darker well from which Louis sustains himself in the midst of passion. Gentle and even and utterly relentless.

If not for the sobbing mess tossed back and forth between them, Lestat might have been able to imagine Louis as he was in his own time. Louis, plowing the fields, fixing the house, riding his horse in the hot summer evenings. Well, thought Lestat, at least he’s still good at plowing.

At least Armand seems to think so.

If it was with anyone else, Lestat might scoff at the small whimpering noises punched out of Armand’s throat with every thrust, accuse him of putting on a show, of over-exaggerating. But Armand has always been a needy thing. Small and starved and desperate for aching ruin. Even now as he sinks his hips back against Louis, those lithe little fingers grip at Lestat’s hips, pull him closer until he’s choking on the length of him (his gag reflex has long since been lost, but his throat constricts nonetheless, and he makes the most degraded fucking noise, and Lestat can’t help but utter a curse under his breath as he glances down and watches the spittle drip from the corners of his mouth down into his hair, onto the rapidly growing dark patch on the silk duvet). 

That’s the one thing they have always had in common, this need to be overwhelmed by it, to rip the pleasure out of their heaving chest, to stuff themselves with it until the universe feels a little less hollow, a little less lonely. 

And so Lestat gets a hand in the auburn hair at his navel, digs in with his talons hard enough to hurt, and anchors him in place until his breath heaves in warm, heavy puffs against Lestat’s stomach. Armand makes a noise around Lestat’s cock, and he can feel the vibrations up to the roots of his pampered yellow hair, down to the tips of his toes, and he stares down as Armand’s whole body seems to writhe with it. 

It scares him sometimes, how small Armand is. 

He forgets about it most nights on account of the meticulous way Armand presents himself. Always well-groomed, always standing tall, always first in line to knock Lestat on his ass for any given reason. He was a strong young man when he was turned, no doubt, but a young man nonetheless. Would he have grown another few inches had he lived to reach another growth spurt? In what shape would his muscles develop? Sometimes Lestat wonders these things, but Armand always manages to do something to make him regret it, make him thankful for the way his youthful limbs stretch, the way his body is so much easier to gather and hold in this petite stature. 

Perhaps that’s what frightens him the most about Armand; these conflicting impulses that flood his mind every time he looks too closely at that angelic visage. The desire to break him is just as strong as the desire to worship him, and both feelings are so strong he fears they will tear him open, like two feral wolves locked in battle just behind his ribcage.

(He wonders, in the back of his mind, if Louis feels that too.)

He releases his grip, lets Armand pull away for air, and even then Armand is a little slut about it, leaning forward until his nose is pressed against the patch of golden wiry hair so that Lestat’s cock might slide against the side of his face, along his cheek and below his ear, to show just how deep he’d been. He blinks up at Lestat with those big doe eyes as Louis send him careening forward with one last thrust, and somehow it’s nearly hotter than getting swallowed in the first place.

“Turn over,” Louis repeats himself, which is very generous (he is always more lenient with Armand. Lestat wonders what Louis might have done with him had he failed to follow instruction. Would he punish him? Would he smack some sense into his flooded brain?)

Armand allows his limbs to buckle beneath him, collapses onto his chest, face-first into the damp puddle of saliva, before hauling himself over onto his back with legs wide open. 

Louis fills the space in an instant, settles his weight with his arms on either side of Armand’s head, sinks back into him in one smooth motion. There is a sob curled in the back of Armand’s throat at the feeling of being opened back up again. He must be so fucking tight now. 

Lestat stares down at him and, God, he looks so fucking tight. One hand is draped across his eyes in some mocking attempt at bashfulness as he squirms against Louis, back arching up towards the ceiling then down into the mattress, heels digging against the duvet before kicking out at nothing, blindly finding purchase against Louis’ side.

It takes a moment for Lestat to realize he is still in the room with them and not watching through some blood-fueled haze, but suddenly Louis is leaning forward, over Armand, and his lips are on Lestat’s and ah, yes, Louis, my Louis, just look at you. 

Up close, Louis looks tired. Not direly so— but certainly every bit as spent as Armand. It causes an unexpected pulse of pride to swell in Lestat’s heart, to think of how well he pleases Armand. Such stamina his Louis has. What a finely bred thing; the pride of the French aristocracy and the jewel of the Louisiana wilderness, endowed with all the raging strength of the vampire Lestat. 

He tucks a stray strand of hair behind Louis’ ear, kisses his temple until his lips tingle with the tease of blood-sweat, and suddenly the strangest emotion replaces the pride as Louis rolls his hips, pushes into Armand who sighs against Lestat’s knee. 

He’s not…jealous. That’s not what this is. But whatever this is, it’s a big feeling in his chest. Like he wants to be Louis, wants to be the one to push Armand over the brink. And he wants to be Armand, void of sense and decency and living for the one pulsating pleasure of Louis inside of him. 

He wants to be both of them, wants to touch and grab and kiss every inch of moonlit skin between the two of them, but is suddenly terrified of breaking the spell. 

Maybe confusion is the predominant feeling here. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when there’s no one to fuck, and no one fucking him. In another life, he would have been horrified at the situation— third wheeling at his own damn menage a trois. Left behind by the only two people on his earth who have shoveled through the bloody trenches of his heart and somehow come out the other side and, against all odds, still love him. He ought to be mortified, ought to at least shove his cock back in Armand’s mouth, or perhaps clamber over to the other side of the bed, take Louis from behind as he fucks into Armand. But the longer he sits, the more impossible it seems to interrupt.

And so, for perhaps the first time in his life, Lestat is perfectly content with watching. 

It’s a rare opportunity, he realizes, that he’s never been afforded before. He wouldn’t complain, of course, if it was him beneath Louis or atop Armand, but even from just a few inches away, he is able to observe, to appreciate, the intricate details of his lovers he’d failed to notice before. 

Take, for example, Louis: whose viper green eyes set lethal focus on the vampire beneath him. So attentive— a caregiver through and through, determined to wring every last drop from Armand. He’s got one hand on the back of Armand’s thigh, holding him up and open. And the angle at which he drives in is steeper, now, Lestat notes. No doubt on account of the difference in height between the two of them, Louis’ long body needing to curl in slightly to meet the other halfway. He looks so big, hovering over Armand like that. Even the strokes are different than the way he fucks Lestat; slow and dragging and agonizingly deep (not that Lestat doesn’t appreciate that kind of lovemaking, but he prefers a more finite snap, a faster and more energizing pace that Louis matches just as easily as he does this). 

The long column of his neck is a fount of endless temptatioin with the excited leap of his pulse. Unbearable, to think of the taste of him, the remnants of his own blood that seem fused in his very veins. And that face! That beautiful, fine complexion pulled into a soft frown, delicate features furrowed deeply in a scowl of sheer pleasure. That soft porcelain skin brought to life with the prickling of blood just beneath the surface. So alive. So human! It makes Lestat want to weep, to think of all the times he might have missed this face, too distracted by his reckless pursuit of his own pleasure. 

And on the other hand, there is Armand. Cruel, ruthless, bittersweet Armand, whose auburn curls now tickle Lestat’s knee as he turns his head from side to side, burns through what little anxious energy he has left in him like a dying star. Armand, who knows goddamn well how delectable he looks all sprawled out like this. The ravaged princess, the innocent wilted flower. Only he’s not wilted at all. He’s fed well tonight and swollen with it— Lestat can feel his warmth like a pulse through the very air. Even his breath is blood-hot as he exhales on a humming sigh. The small smattering of freckles across his shoulder are more noticeable against the flush of his skin, and for some reason that makes Lestat’s stomach twist. 

He’s a vision in crimson. Red hair clung against marble flesh with red sweat, red lips raw from kissing and sucking, red flush beneath the skin of his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes, blown wide and glassy and somehow looking at Lestat and through him all at once. Armand is crimson incarnate.

Lestat takes his time collecting these details, as if he can somehow gather them up, hold them tight to his chest until they imprint on his heart. 

The blush that spreads down his neck, the pink nipples turned pearlescent under the moonlight, the devastatingly simple anatomy of his ribcage as he breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, and—

Oh. 

OH. 

That’s something he hasn’t noticed before. 

Armand exhales, empties his lungs until his stomach goes flat and his diaphragm compresses and there, just as Louis pushes in on a thrust, Lestat watches the canvas of unchanging, immortal flesh move with the bulge of Louis’ cock. Right there, below his belly button, just above where the patch of hair begins to pewter out. 

Fuck.

It’s downright obscene, the way he can trace the swell of Louis through Armand’s body, knows the exact point at which the tip of Louis’ cock presses into his insides. Because the thing is, Lestat knows Louis’ cock nearly better than he knows his own. Knows the weight of it, the girth, the slight curve, every fold in the skin around the head, every vein. He knows what it feels like to be filled with it, to be impaled on it, to make room for it and rejoice at the satisfaction of feeling him fully seated, of having made a home for Louis in himself. As far as cocks go, Louis’ fits the very idea of perfection in his mind. 

It’s just that he never quite considered how it would fit in another body— a smaller body. 

He can’t help himself from reaching down, gliding one hand down Armand’s chest until it rests over the bulge. He presses, not enough to hurt but just enough to feel, and it feels—

Fuck!

Was that Armand or Louis in his head this time? He can’t tell. Too many mixed signals. They’re probably both thinking the same thing, anyway, and he feels another small jolt in the pit of his stomach as he imagines what that small bit of pressure might feel like for the two of them. Louis surely likes it; likes the way Lestat presses Armand into him even more, and he tilts his hips to lean into that perfect angle, pitch up and into Armand, into the palm of Lestat’s hand on his stomach with every stroke. 

Armand likes it too, of course, and he says as much with a deliriously sobbing “Yesyesyesyesyes,” as one hand desperately grips at Lestat’s wrist, holds him in place, pushes down even harder as he arches into it all. 

Good, Lestat thinks. I’ll make it good for both of them.

Keeping the one hand in place, Lestat lowers himself on one elbow, nuzzles against the pulse point just below Armand’s ear, applies just a smidge more pressure with the heel of his palm just to feel the pulse leap. 

“Please, Louis?” He pleads into the marble flesh. If he turns his head just a few inches, Louis is right there. He could kiss him if he wanted to— kissing Louis just inches in front of Armand’s face is something he’s wanted to do for ages. But there’s a more pressing matter at hand now, and his fangs ache with it. 

“I wanna feel you inside of him.”

He turns his attention inwards, addresses Armand this time: “Wanna feel the way you take him.”

In lieu of an answer, Louis drives his fangs into Lestat’s neck, who in turn drives his own into Armand. 

It’s a glorious feedback loop, it’s a carnal tug-of-war, it’s a delicate and deadly waltz.

Somehow, Lestat does feel the pulse of Louis’ cock beneath his fingers and through Armand’s flesh, just as he feels the fluttering of Armand’s muscles, the desperate spike of his pulse pumping red-hot ichor onto Lestat’s tongue just as surely as Louis pulls it from him now in long, greedy gulps.

But perhaps the most miraculous feeling of all is the realization that Lestat has found his place. Right here. Between Louis and Armand.

#as per fucking usual i went way off topic and added about 1.5k words of extra purple prose smut #ANYWAY enjoy my friend #i love them so fucking MUCH!!!!!!! #Louis de Pointe du Lac #Lestat De Lioncourt #Armand #Louis Has Two Hands #louis/lestat/armand #drabble #my writing #nsft

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Monday, so busy painting and listening to Matt and Shane’s Secret Podcast that I almost forget to go to therapy. Shane is discussing his forthcoming SNL monologue, and says Louis CK called him to offer advice. CK told Shane that most of the SNL audience will never have seen him do standup, and so he should use all his best jokes from previous sets. “But didn’t you write new for your monologue?”, Shane asks. Louis says, “Shane, I’m so much better at standup than you”

I picture being Louis CK right now, watching his protege land all of the hallmarks of success that he enjoyed before he masturbated in front of those women. In some ways being a good comedian means not only being very very funny, but also refraining from career-ending sexual misconduct in the vicinity of 2017. Or at least not getting caught. I wonder whether this cuts Louis up inside all over again. There is also the unfortunate detail of said protege managing to overcome a racist snafu and subsequent cancellation of his own, still getting an SNL monologue after only four years. Perhaps racial indiscretions are, in our strange nonsensical media landscape, simply less bad than sexual ones. Or it’s a matter of timing, or of the temperature on Twitter. Or nothing means anything, and Shane gets his Bud Light sponsorship and Louis sells his specials and movies directly from his website and one can call the other a sell out and the other can call one bitter. A perfect night out to me would still be a steak dinner and seeing both CK and Gillis do an hour each. Actually if I’m asking for perfection I am making out with both of them in quick succession and THEN the steak and the standup. Also in this fantasy I drink alcohol without consequence, and my hair is shinier

I make it to therapy with M and we talk in granular detail about the past week and I am told the 8 sessions I committed to back in December are coming to a close. I’m asked if I want to go back to how it was before, namely I let my mental state get so bad that I plead for a session out of nowhere and then, after the session, I disappear for another 8 months. I say I would like to continue with weekly therapy for the foreseeable. I now can’t imagine a week without it. The edges of my eating disorder have been fraying over the years, and I tell M that I find progress this slow completely pathetic. I say it hurts me because in no other avenue of my life would I tolerate this little improvement over this length of time. I want to spit on procrastinators, that’s how much disdain I have for inaction. But I know secretly that this is because I see myself in it, not in the work or admin arenas that it so often takes place in others, because I always get those things done, and quickly. No, in the sense that I have been delaying having to face my demons and my past and learn to feed myself without shame or dysfunction. Procrastinating working out how to live well. The ultimate procrastination. Though when somebody I know tells me they have been putting off answering an email, I’m especially enraged. Because it’s so goddamn easy compared to this deeper and bigger stuff. Recovering from an eating disorder is made up of a million emails, all sent to oneself at every mealtime, and all brutally honest yet somehow also kind. Not that recovery from any other brand of spiritual corruption isn’t just as hard. And nobody, NOBODY, can do it alone. Yet I feel so sad to involve others, my friends or A or my family, making them pay the Issy tax

I watch my WhatsApp notifications go haywire as the boys in my band are prepped for their visa interviews. I make a flyer for the April show on photoshop and decide it’s garbage but that it’ll have to do. I resist writing “FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY” on it, even though this is true. I can’t believe I have to go back into rehearsal and stage fright hell again in a few short weeks. But it’s a necessary hell, like many things. And spring is almost here, which means the cold plunges are also getting less cold

[dollycas]

Special Guest - Kay Charles - Author of Old Bones and New Ghosts (The Marti Mickkleson Mysteries) #AuthorInterview - #Giveaway

Old Bones and New Ghosts (The Marti Mickkleson Mysteries) by Kay Charles I am delighted to welcome Kay Charles to Escape With Dollycas today! Hi Kay, Please Tell us a little bit about yourself. Well, I grew up in a haunted house in a small Ohio town. At seventeen, I moved to New York City to go to art school, and upon graduation became a really good waitress. Things eventually worked out. I’ve spent most of my adult life as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and editor—with stints running the youth services departments for two libraries, as design director for a web services company, and managing a laundromat. Nowadays, I’m mostly retired from design work and spend my time writing and teaching in the MFA in Creative Writing program at Southern New Hampshire University. Under my real name, Patricia Lillie, I write creepy stuff. Kay Charles is the PG-rated, not scary, and approved of by my mom version of me. Both versions are addicted to coffee, chocolate, and cake. We also knit and sometimes purl. What are three things most people don’t know about you? 1. My natural hair color. To be fair, it’s been so long since I’ve seen it, I don’t even know what it is. 2. In my graphic designer days, I created many typefaces (fonts). The fonts I designed still show up all over the place, and “AlleyCat” shows up on the covers of a lot of cozies! 3. My first published books (in the last century) were picture books written under my real name. Two of them ended up part of Kindergarten and First Grade school reading curriculums. So, some of my current readers—or their children—learned to read with either When the Rooster Crowed or When This Box Is Full! What books/authors have most inspired you? There are so many! I’m going to end up forgetting someone. A few of the authors who made me fall in love with traditional and cozy mysteries: Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, Joan Hess, Charlotte MacLeod/Alisa Craig, Amanda Cross, and M.C. Beaton. The new Lilian Jackson Braun Cat Who… book used to come out just before my grandmother’s birthday. I always bought it for her and checked to make sure all the words were there before wrapping it (you have to check them one at a time). I’m doing an ongoing reread of Jane Haddam’s Gregor Demarkian series, it’s as good as I remember. And then there’s Louis Penny and Valerie/VM Burns (under any of her names) and Jacqueline Winspear and Alexia Gordon and the list goes on! What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book? I don’t do a lot before beginning a book. The thing is, I love doing research and am always in danger of falling down a rabbit hole and spending all of my time researching instead of writing. I do make a list of things that need to be researched and check to see if they will work for what I have planned and how much information is easily available. Then I can research as I go, either while writing a first draft or after the first draft is finished to fill in any blanks I left to be researched later. For anything that needs deeper research than I can do on my own, Reference Librarians (at both local public and academic libraries) are wizards! Do you ever suffer from Writer’s Block? OMG, yes. I’ve spent more time than I want to admit staring at a blank screen in “Wut r wurds” mode. And it’s miserable. Eventually, the words do come—even if they end up changed in the end. Which they usually do! What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer? As I tell my students, revision is the writer’s best friend. Don’t worry about perfection when getting down that first draft. Don’t compare that first draft to the published books you read. You have no idea how many times the author rewrote, revised, and edited that story before it made it into your hands. Don’t get stuck revising those first chapters over and over in search of perfection. Get the story—from beginning to the end—on the page. The only thing a first draft needs to be is finished. You’ll have time to make it nice later. That’s a lot of “don’ts,” but they all add up to do write and keep writing. When you are not writing what do you like to do? I love to knit. I love twisty, cabley goodness and often get in over my head when choosing patterns, but that’s part of the fun. Of course, I love to read, but you probably guessed that. I often wind up my day playing silly games on my iPad while watching British mysteries on TV. (Maybe that should have been one of the “three things” listed above. Not the British mysteries, the silly games.) If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go and why? Thanks to a cousin who lives and works in Europe, I’ve been lucky to spend time in Great Britain, the Netherlands, Germany, Prague, and Florence. I’d return to any of them in a heartbeat! One place I’ve never been is Paris. I’d like to remedy that someday. What is next on the horizon for you? I’m in the beginning stages of the next Marti Mickkleson Mystery, working out the characters and situation, and I have ideas for the next two. Those next three books may or may not involve libraries, charity softball games, and/or an aging rock star. The other me, the one who’s not so cozy, is working on some dark short stories I hope to send out on submission in the next year. And I have this sweater I want to finish knitting soon, while it’s still cool enough to wear it. Thank you, Kay, so much for visiting today! ____ Keep reading for information about Kay's new book, Old Bones and New Ghosts. About Old Bones and New Ghosts Old Bones and New Ghosts (The Marti Mickkleson Mysteries) Cozy Mystery 2nd in Series One Ghost Another Ghost (January 25, 2024) Print length ‏ : ‎ 252 pages Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CPCF4S3Z Marti Mickkleson and her ghostly Grandma Bertie are back! With only one month to go until Marti meets the conditions of her late father’s will and gains control of her trust fund, she’s determined to be on her best behavior. No admitting that she can see ghosts and certainly no talking to the dead. But her mother’s roped her into a new family project, her new office has a mysterious haunt, Grandma Bertie’s digging up mysteries from the past, her friend Dmitri’s barely speaking to her, and her sister’s life is falling apart. It’s enough to make a girl miss her days of flipping sort-of-beef patties on a Burger Buster grill. Then things get really bad. With both a cold case and a new murder on her hands, her “best behavior” won’t cut it. Protecting her family may cost her more than a trust fund. It may cost Marti her life—or the life of someone she loves. Join Marti and Grandma Bertie in the follow-up to Ghosts in Glass Houses! Great Escapes Praise for Old Bones and New Ghosts (The Marti Mickkleson Mysteries) by Kay Charles I highly recommend this to cozy mystery readers, and I am looking forward to reading more from Kay Charles. This was such a fun and entertaining read that I inhaled in almost one sitting... ~sarahcantstopreading Old Bones and New Ghosts is the second book in author Kay Charles’s wonderful cozy paranormal mystery series, the Marti Mickkleson Mysteries, and what a fantastic follow-up to the series debut it is! ~Guatemala Paula Loves to Read More About Kay Charles Kay Charles is the much nicer, mystery-writing alter ego of dark fiction writer Patricia Lillie (author of The Cuckoo Girls, a 2020 Bram Stoker Award® finalist.) Like her evil twin, Kay grew up in a haunted house in a small town in Northeast Ohio, earned her MFA from Seton Hill University’s Writing Popular Fiction program, teaches in Southern New Hampshire University’s MFA in Creative Writing program, and is addicted to coffee, chocolate, and cake. She also knits and sometimes purls. Both their lives would be much easier if one of them enjoyed housework. 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