Tuesday, October 10, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 12
...a resurrection of her writing persona, wicked mockery though it was. After all, she had once had a dear zombie friend who kept killing himself off every time a book flopped, only to resurrect himself in due course under a new identity. Haggis saw no reason why she could not reinvent herself and do the same.
Oh, she knew she'd be on her own this time, without the nominal protection of the departed but wholly unlamented Dedman. She knew that she would first have to seek out Devorah, the Sorceress of the Black Wood, and beseech her to change her from gigantic cobra back into something resembling a human form.
Trying to sell badly written books would be hard enough; it would be well nigh impossible looking as she did now.