My thanks to Dr. Jane Thomas for writing this about Dr. Nekros: “You will never find a more creative, time-turning, plot-twisting, character-revealing, surprising story anywhere in the fantasy genre. And you will come to love the totally real, frustrating but likable characters.”
At long last, Dr. Nekros: The Complete Saga is now available in paperback format.
Dr. Nekros: The Complete Saga focuses upon the disfigured Dr. Nekros’ pursuit for vengeance and his estranged loved ones’ quest to save him. Micah Vadenburgh suffered mutilation by the demon Xaphan. The trauma drove him from both his wife, Zetta, and his doctoral degree. Years later, living off the money he swindles from hapless victims, Micah has transformed into Dr. Nekros. He travels the countryside in a haunted 1936 Packard while searching for the monstrosity that ruined him. As Zetta and her new husband, Jason, work to reverse Micah’s downward spiral, an intricate trap has been set—one that began a century ago by something far more evil, far more conniving than anything Dr. Nekros has ever before encountered. A supernatural thriller with a wickedly dark sense of humor, Dr. Nekros: The Complete Saga plays with time, reality, and imagination. Readers will immerse themselves in a tale filled with psychological suspense, nightmarish horror, and … redemption?
My friend Alicia of Oh, Alchemy put me in touch with Kelly and Mel, hosts of Nurture & Support, and they were kind enough to ask me onto their podcast. The episode is now live, and I invite you to listen to it. Amidst a really fun conversation, I make a very special announcement, which I hope will excite you as much as it does me. Kelly and Mel were fantastic hosts and I hope you add Nurture & Support to your podcast playlist.
I had about two hours before my first session, so I decided to grab a coffee. When the cab dropped me off in front of my hotel, I noticed a Starbucks across the street. Sure, I’m in Chicago, and there’s probably some great coffee places pretty close by, but I’m not exactly from the city, and let’s face it, Starbucks is really good.
Some Chicagoans gamely played Frogger with the traffic, but as an out-of-towner, I figured I’d better go the safe route and use the crosswalks. My death would probably disappoint the hundreds of misguided educators planning to listen to me deliver a speech pathetically titled, “Be a Hero To Your Subjects.”
I originated the speech for a School Improvement Day, mostly because the principal asked me, and since I’ve been disappointing her for years, I figured I’d better take the opportunity to shine. I made it as sappy, clichéd, and pandering as possible. Just as I knew would happen, the administrators loved it. Unfortunately, my plan backfired to a degree. Sure, I regained my principal’s faith, but she made a point to share a video she took of me with her peers. (She did so without my consent, by the way.) This resulted in some fairly generous offers to visit other schools and deliver the same speech. Before I knew it, I found myself in great demand across the Midwest. Finally, the most lucrative offer yet arrived—an invitation to speak at the Illinois Educator Association’s conference.
Intended to be a play on words, my speech encouraged teachers to really focus on why their particular subject is super cool. I suggested they find heroes within the field and focus on that person. Try to recreate what those luminaries did—whether it be a scientific feat, a groundbreaking work of art, you know, whatever. By allowing the students to imitate the hero, they become the hero themselves, connect more deeply with the subject of study, and may even feel inspired.
Of course, I’d taught for twenty years, so I believed none of that would actually come to fruition, but my bosses ate it up, as did the more optimistic among my coworkers. People are paying me well to give the same damn talk over and over, so it must be striking a nerve with somebody. I’d feel a bit hypocritical, but my wife and I have always dreamt of finishing our basement, and this whole fantasy is making our dream a reality.
As I approached Starbucks’ door, a … mumbling person sitting on the sidewalk next to the entrance of the coffee shop extended his hand to me.
I recoiled, saying, “Sorry, guy, I don’t have any change.” After I spoke, tiny puffs of vapor hung in the frigid air, refusing to dissipate, much like my shame.
The … person … okay, I’m just going to call him a bum. He was a bum, right? I know that’s not a polite term, but there’s really no other way to describe him. He had long matted hair, a scraggly beard full of crumbs and grime, a long overcoat that looked like it came out of a dumpster, and boots with several toes poking out.
Anyway, the bum kept his hand outstretched as he gazed straight up into my face. His eyes were blue—a blue unlike any you’ve ever seen. This blue evaded the boundaries of time, space, and reality itself. I instantly recognized this man as something … unique.
I took his hand and lifted him to his feet. “Who are you?”
“It is I, the one true King of England.”
I shook my head, saying, “But this is Chicago. We’re not in England.”
“Impossible. All the world is England,” he muttered with eyes squinted.
“Hey,” I said, “look, is there someone I can call for you? Do you need help?”
“Indeed I do,” the man said. “I am in need of knights. You will be my first.”
“Um … I’m not sure I’m really qualified.”
“What is your name?”
My every instinct told me to walk past the man, to go get my coffee, to head back to the hotel, to set up my space in the conference hall, and to leave this crazy situation behind.
Instead, I said, “I’m Lance. Lance Dulac.”
The man’s electric eyes blazed. He whispered, “A sign!”
“I don’t think so,” I said while waving my gloved hands back and forth and shaking my head.
The man took one of my hands. He pulled me in close while proclaiming through rank breath, “It is I—Arthur! Do you not recognize me? All is forgiven, my friend. We have been given a second chance! We will bring peace back to the Kingdom—together!”
I forced Arthur to release me, backed up a step, then said, “Look, this is a little crazy, okay? There is no Camelot. We’re not even in England. This is Chicago, Illinois. You know, in the United States.”
“I know of no such thing,” he said. “Is this the same world it has always been?”
“Well … yeah, I guess,” I stammered.
“Then the Heroic Age begins anew!”
“Um, Arthur, really, can I help you get in touch with family, or …?”
“You look different,” Arthur said to himself while nodding. “I look different as well. You need proof. I would expect no less.”
Arthur pulled open his overcoat to reveal an enormous sword hanging from an old leather belt. I won’t pretend to be an expert at swords, but I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The craftsmanship of the hilt, the pureness of the blade … it did not strike me as a weapon so much as a … spirit.
Doubts flooded my mind. Rationally speaking, I knew King Arthur grew from myth, that no actual man by that name executed the adventures of such fantasy. Of all the legends surrounding the figure, the magical sword proved the most unlikely.
And yet … when Arthur held the sword above his head and pointed to the heavens, the gray clouds parted and a beam of light showered both the man and his sword in gold.
I felt a smile spread across my face as I lowered to one knee.
But then someone yelled, “Holy shit! He’s got a sword!”
Another shrieked, “Terrorist! He’s gonna kill us all!”
People scattered in every direction as screams erupted. I fell flat on my face when the panicked crowd knocked me to the ground.
“Be not afraid,” Arthur bellowed. “I am here to restore peace, honor, and chivalry!”
“Drop the sword!” a voice demanded.
Still prostrate upon the sidewalk, I glanced to my right and saw a police officer leveling his gun at Arthur. His expression guaranteed not one citizen would suffer a beheading on his watch.
“Arthur, put down the sword!” I implored.
“Are you a knight?” Arthur asked the police officer.
I looked through Starbucks’ windows and saw people cowering beneath their tables with their cell phones held aloft. They recorded the unfolding horror.
The police officer finished calling for backup, then said, “Drop the sword now, or I will shoot you! Do you understand?”
Convinced bullets were about to fly, I scrambled away from Author while begging him, “God almighty, Arthur, put the sword down!”
Arthur instead assumed a battle stance, and, while staring at the police officer, said to me, “Why do you withdraw? Join me, my friend, for together we will help the people achieve glory!”
“I don’t want to kill you,” the police officer said. “Put it down—now!”
“And I don’t want to hurt you,” Arthur responded. “Within your eyes, I see a brave warrior, a man worthy of my crusade. Join us!”
“Please, Arthur, give up,” I groaned while scooting back on all fours. “You’re delusional. What you’re trying to do … it’s not the way the world works anymore.”
“Then this world is doomed,” Arthur groaned.
“Last warning,” the original officer yelled.
“Don’t do this!” I screamed to Arthur, to the officers, to myself.
“I bow to no man!” Arthur declared. “I serve God, and through Him, I serve the people! I will never put the sword down, for the sword gives me the right—”
The lead officer made the shot. It hit Arthur precisely in the chest. The sword fell. Arthur fell. Everything fell.
The police officers gathered me up and took me in so that I could make a statement. My speech had to be canceled. The media got hold of all the cell phone video and somehow twisted my actions into that of a hero. They said I tried to help the police by talking the man down. As a result, my speech became more popular than ever, for I appeared more authentic than ever. Truthfully, I grew rich from it.
I’ll never forget those eyes as they dimmed.
While in the precinct, the officers were kind. When they realized I only meant to grab a coffee, they offered me one.
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Carnival Row is a series now available to stream on Amazon. It’s a fascinating concept that, for the most part, kept me totally enthralled.
The idea is that a major city known as the Burgue has taken in war refugees from ravaged lands that are home to such fanciful creatures as fairies, centaurs, and fauns. However, the humans in the Burgue don’t accept these creatures in need and will only tolerate them as servants, laborers, or prostitutes. Furthermore, they must know their place and live on Carnival Row, away from civilized society.
Sensing a real-world correlation?
Orlando Bloom plays a police investigator trying to solve a series of grisly murders. Cara Delevinge plays a fairy newly arrived in the Burgue. Their paths cross, and we soon learn that they have a complicated past with one another.
Carnival Row explores their mutual history, but it also ventures deeply into political intrigue, social justice, interpersonal complexities, and, at its heart, the mysterious murders.
The show looks beautiful. Each episode feels like a miniature movie, and the site of fauns and fairies mixed in with humans did not strike me as jarring at all. In fact, for the most part, the practical effects and make-up are seamless. There are moments of CGI that I would say look very good overall–much like you would see in a film. However, when the CGI is bad, it’s very bad. For example, I don’t think they ever really depicted the fairies in flight all that well.
Everything in the Burgue is grimy, time-worn, and appears to have existed for centuries. In other words, this world feels fully realized. Perhaps too realized, in fact. There are small, passing comments that makes the viewer understand that this world has so much more to offer than just what is being shown. This is brilliant in regards to guaranteeing the show’s longevity, but frustrating to those of us who want to know everything about the world this very instant.
For example, they have churches and effigies devoted to “The Martyr.” This is a figure who looks an awfully lot like Jesus Christ. However, instead of hanging from a cross, The Martyr is depicted as being hung by the neck with his hands bound. This religious icon is not explained at all. It’s just there to whet our appetite for more story.
As you can see, with Carnival Row, you are quite literally coming in right in the middle of things, and you can’t trust your own conception of reality to inform your interpretation of this world.
Shall we talk about the acting? Orlando Bloom is wonderful. Truthfully, I’m not sure I’ve ever liked him as much as I do in Carnival Row. His character is the strong, silent type, yet Bloom conveys quite a bit of emotion through his eyes. I found myself very much invested in his surprisingly complicated backstory.
Cara Delevinge, unfortunately, did not quite win me over so handily. Starring opposite Bloom, Delevinge plays her character rather flatly. I did not connect with her whatsoever. To be fair, I found her character underwritten. Her character is certainly strong and capable, but just not that interesting. We’ll see if that changes over time.
Thankfully, many of the supporting actors are fantastic. Tamzin Merchant’s initially unlikable Imogen is quite an evolution to behold. David Gyasi simmers with restraint yet steals every scene even as he has horns glued to his head. Karla Crome’s charisma leaps off the screen what few scenes she’s in. Honestly, I could go on and on. These may not be famous names, but these are extremely talented actors.
Be warned, Carnival Row is little bit of a slow burn. I particularly groaned at a bad special effect in the first ten minutes and almost turned it off, but it got better and better and better with each episode. In all seriousness, the final episode had me on the edge of my seat.
Interestingly enough, Carnival Row also seems to be saying something. Though it takes place in an gritty, alternate reality, I think you’ll find many of its themes both timely and resonant.
As you can probably tell, I recommend you give Carnival Row a try. Let me know what you think of it.
Are you in need of a new epic series? Try Dr. Nekros, a trilogy that I like to describe as Moonlighting meets The X-Files.
When Micah Vadenburgh is ravaged by a demon after trying to jump-start a ghost hunting career, he abandons his wife, his doctoral degree, and even his dog in pursuit of vengeance. Ten years later, Micah has adopted a new persona–Dr. Nekros–but is no closer to exacting revenge. Zetta Southerland, his ex-wife, appears one day with a warning that his life is in danger. Little does Dr. Nekros, or Zetta, realize that the demon is closer than they know, and they have both fallen into the monster’s trap. Dr.Nekros is a darkly humorous story about the depravity of obsession, but it also explores the bonds of family and the hope of redemption.
If this sounds like a series for you, download the first e-book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble by clicking the links …
So you may be wondering why I bothered to read the third book called Acceptance. I’d like to say I’m a completest, but, if I’m being honest, I just wanted some kind of answers regarding Area X and the Southern Reach.
I’ve got some good news–Acceptance proved more enjoyable than its predecessors.
Everything about Acceptance was superior to the first two installments. I particularly found the narrative style effective. VanderMeer elects to alternate chapters between Ghost Bird, the Director, the Lighthouse Keeper, and Control. By doing this, we are given access to the thoughts of characters we, other than Control, haven’t really before experienced. The fact that we were just as ignorant as the characters in the first two books regarding the events plaguing them frustrated me to no end. With Acceptance, we finally experience revelation … sort of. More on that in a moment.
Now, I’m the first to admit that the main reason I liked Acceptance is because it finally gave me some insight into Ghost Bird, Area X, Southern Reach, the Lighthouse Keeper, and the Director. Trudging through the first two books should not be a prerequisite to liking the third, however, and I realize this position is a little contradictory. By the way, the irony of the third book’s title did not escape me.
But, the truth is the truth. If you read Annihilation and Authority, I guarantee you’ll find Acceptance worth your while. Be prepared, though. While it revealed enough to satisfy me, you won’t get much in the way of hard and fast answers. VanderMeer sets the stage well enough to let your own imagination fill in the gaps, but there is no concrete conclusion to The Southern Reach Trilogy.
I fully accept that.
(Did you enjoy this article? Check out Scott William Foley’s Dr. Nekros e-book series HERE)
Stuck inside on this snowy day? Let me help with that! I would love it if you downloaded my e-book series entitled Dr. Nekros. Each installment is only ninety-nine cents. That’s almost five hundred pages of writing for less than three dollars! It’s available on both the Nook and the Kindle–remember, these are free apps on your phone. Trust me, at first you’ll love to hate the good doctor, but in the end, you’ll hate to love him.
Don’t have time for an entire book? No worries–I understand. I also have many, many short stories available for your Nook and Kindle as well. Though I write in a variety of genres, they all focus on that which we all have in common–our humanity. Some will make you laugh, some will make you cry, some will make you think, and others will make you hide under the covers. I promise you, though, each will entertain. They are also only ninety-nine cents each.
I’m so excited to announce that I’ve collected my e-serial, Dr. Nekros, into a series of three books — the first of which is available today! Book Two will arrive mid-July and Book Three appears in early August. All three are brisk, action-packed reads that will both make you laugh and keep you up at night. And even though each book is around 140 pages, I’m offering Book One for just 99 cents! You can take a chance on me for just 99 cents, right? Still not sure? Read this to make up your mind …
Dr. Nekros: Book One focuses upon the disfigured doctor’s pursuit for vengeance and his estranged loved ones’ quest to save him.
Micah Vadenburgh suffered mutilation by the demon Xaphan. The trauma drove him from both his wife Zetta and his doctoral degree. Years later, living off the money he swindles from hapless victims, Micah has transformed into Dr. Nekros. He travels the countryside in a haunted 1936 Packard while searching for the monstrosity that defiled him.
As Zetta and her new husband Jason work to reverse Micah’s downward spiral, an intricate trap has been set by something far more evil, far more conniving than anything Dr. Nekros ever expected.
A supernatural thriller with a wickedly dark sense of humor, Dr. Nekros: Book One will immerse readers in a tale filled with psychological suspense, nightmarish horror, and … redemption?
A friend on GoodReads recommended this book to me, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Honestly, I told him I wanted something really short that I could read quickly.
In that regard, Every Heart a Doorway is a raging success.
The concept of the book is fascinating. We’ve all heard of those kids in stories who visit other realms, worlds, or dimensions. This book deals with what happens when they come home … but want to go back.
It also delves into the fabric of each kind of world that exists beyond. Because the story takes place at a school, there is some explanation as to the general laws and rules of each world the various children have visited. Again, this is a very cool concept.
My only complaint is that the actual plot did not spark my interest all that much. I adored the idea of dissatisfied travelers who want nothing more than to go back to their fantasy world. I also love the idea of trying to categorize each world in an effort to force some semblance of sense upon them.
The story, though, is primarily about a series of grotesque murders occurring on the school grounds. Something of a mystery ensues revolving around the fact that very specific parts of bodies are being taken from each victim.
Furthermore, there’s plenty of teenage angst in the dialogue. Lots of feeling shunned and out of place. During those moments, it became obvious I am not the target audience for this book.
However, I appreciated the quick pace, the vivid descriptions, and the very imaginative concepts.
(Did you enjoy this review? Check out Scott William Foley’s short stories HERE!)