Fright Night: A Review by Nicole Hadaway

Okay, where do I start? I guess I should admit that when they first announced a Fright Night remake, I nearly spit blood.  I mean, how could they take something sacred and re-do it?!  Especially in this day and age, when many films seem to be brain candy and vampires have lost their bite (literally — the Meyer vampires have [...]

 
Rude Awakening by Nicole Hadaway

Snort! Snort! Snuffle! Oh God, my husband was snoring again. It was the middle of the night, he was snoring like a chainsaw, and now I’d never get back to sleep. Ugh! The life of a wife. My back was to him and I thought about turning over to push him, but I was so cozy, so instead I just [...]

 
NEW ORLEANS, 1842 by Nicole Hadaway

At first Miranda worried that she wouldn’t be able to stand the humidity. The heat wasn’t a problem; she was born of a being of fire, after all. It was the water that weakened vampires, and Miranda had worried that the humidity in the air might damage her skin. She was sensing, though, that the city had a magic to [...]

 
Angels, Angels Everywhere! by Nicole Hadaway

Zombies were all the rage in 2009, and it seems that 2010 is shaping up to be the Year of the Angel. From television and Supernatural to film Legion, to the novel Angelology, angels are cropping up everywhere, and I thought I’d take this time today to share with you some of what I learned about researching angel lore for my own novel, Release, which I started writing in Fall ’08 and finished in Spring ‘09.

 
New Orleans 1842 by Nicole Hadaway

My father warned me about the air in New Orleans, but I had to see the city, this growing metropolis, for myself, she thought as she walked down Bourbon Street. Before her visit to the city at the mouth of the Mississippi river, Miranda had thought New York City to be the height of cosmopolitan culture. She wasn’t certain if New Orleans could surpass New York in all the trade and commerce, but New Orleans had something New York didn’t …a soul.

 
New Year's Toast by Nicole Hadaway

As he sucked in a breath to start another verse, he heard the flutter of wings behind him, like a bird or maybe a bat, which was odd, as there was nothing to attract birds on this street in London. There were no trees or fences for them to perch on, just the unlit streetlamps, like the one he’d just bumped into, and the warehouses that kept wartime supplies, such as the plethora of gas masks that all London citizens carried, even the babies. When he thought about it, the warehouses were probably perfect places for bats to nest in. Yep, that had to be it.

Neil mused on how he’d never seen a bat before, and he wondered if perhaps they minded flying about in such cold weather. He thought about turning on his lamp; the cowl over the top of it made the light shine downward, so it shouldn’t attract too much attention. Then he remembered that bats might be attracted to light, and he didn’t want the bat to get caught in his hair. He’d heard that bats could be awfully nasty if they flew in your hair – they got caught in it so badly that the only way to get them out was to shave your hair off. He had a bad enough time with women as it was; he didn’t need to be bald as well.

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