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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, April 20, 2015

“When one is immortal, one should keep a low profile.” - Guild of Immortal Women by David Alan Morrison, H.L. Melvin

Two bodies are discovered on the grounds of “The Bastille,” home to a coven of witches who belong to the Guild of Immortal Women. The bodies have strange characteristics, so what follows is a combination merry and sinister romp through ancient history. 

Description:

Foreword Reviews‘ 2014 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award Finalist

A new comedic romp through a magical tapestry maintained by Earth's Immortal women.

Two bodies are discovered on the grounds of “The Bastille,” home to a coven of witches who belong to the Guild of Immortal Women. The bodies have strange characteristics, so what follows is a combination merry and sinister romp through ancient history. 

Medieval times are brought to life through a massive Tapestry adorning the mansion’s walls where the characters — animals and humans — emerge through tears in the fabric. 

It is up to Detective Matt Mathers and social worker Lynn Swanson to solve the murder-mystery while dealing with the strange world of magic, Guardian Abbey’s amnesia from her past lives, and the devilish mission of Robert and the Doctor to create an immortal heir through the laboratory. 

GUEST POST
Humor and Death

I never understood burying the dead.  

Millions of people die everyday.  Each carcass consumes a 6 X 6 X 3 foot cube.  Face it, people.  The Earth can only hold so many skeletons before it shrugs and says, "I'm full".

Sure, discovering ancient Indian burial grounds may get you front page attention, but it may also saddle you with an ancient curse which causes your skin to rot off your cheeks.  Feeling lucky?

When dad died, the mortuary tried to convince mom to bypass the requested cremation and go, instead, for one of the new versions of coffins they stocked.  The more mom insisted on cremation, the more they revealed about the top-of-the-line permanent holding cells: Watertight! Lined in satin! Hand polished wood! Something that will preserve your loved one for decades!

When mom held firm, the guy shook his head  and proceeded to fetch the cremation paperwork.

"Jesus Christ!" Mom whispered to me, "why the hell would he need to be preserved for decades? What is he? A vampire?"

"I don't know, ma."

"You father's dead, god-damnit! What does he know about satin lined? He only liked cotton sheets."


As for me: when I kick off go to Rite-Aid and buy a book of matches and a can of lighter fluid.  For under $5.00 not only can you say goodbye to me, but toast yourself a marshmallow and slap together a SMORE while you're singing "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow".  I'm dead. I don't much care at this point.  Use that money you save on coffins to host a really kick-ass party.  


About the author:

Dave Morrison (CI & CT, NIC-A, SC:L, NAD-5). Dave received his A.A. in ASL/ENG Interpreting from L.A. Pierce College in 1989. In 2000, he obtained his M.A. in Theatre Arts from the University of Kentucky. He has interpreted in a variety of venues, from the courtroom to funerals to underwater conservation forums. As an actor, he has been seen on stage, TV and film. He is currently an adjunct instructor of Drama at Skagit Valley College and works with local theatres as a director, actor and instructor.


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2 comments:

Unknown said...

Thanks for spotlighting me on your blog. It's been fun. Let's do it again. DAM

CCAM said...

Always with pleasure :)