The Angel Releasing St. Peter from Prison,
oil on canvas, 1813-15.
The similarities are entirely singular and superficial.
Leaving the obvious discrepancies like gender and sainthood aside, I never write bare-breasted.
I have just finished ( chortle! glee! claps hands!) a good draft of a promised short story for Weirdly II well before my deadline.
Which leaves time to let the story ferment (I revised last night in my dreams) and acquire a little beta feedback, before I send it off this weekend and imagine my poor editor muttering as she reads: Bloody hell! Why me, Lord?
Requests are not acceptances.
Corpse Candles is a sort-of-sequel to Stone Child, and begins: "They don't call asafoetida devil's drek for nothing..."
Smells are a key plot point. Asafoetida is a misdirection.
Now, I'm at the fuss-stage, where I worry if brief and casual backstory references (both to Stone Child and to Malignity) will irritate readers rather than excite their curiosity for more Lillie.
Clue: Always check your spam before deleting it.
Had I not done so I would have missed an e-mail (deposited in spam by google for some incomprehensible reason) from Angie telling me, like the angel she is (as pictured above) that she had read Stone Child and liked it.
I beamed all day.