Most of Richmond is set downtown, though the characters do travel down Broad Street heading west, passing the Science Museum of Virginia and the Virginia Museum of Fine Art, stopping to stay in an actual bed and breakfast, even though I don’t use the business’s name. When in Richmond, I do suggest visiting the two museums. One of my bet readers works in one of them. Can you guess which one?
Science Museum of Virgnia
Virginia Museum of Fine ArtMany books are inside the Richmond Main Library downtown, but do any of them boast they have the library mentioned in their story? My book can brag that it does.
Richmond Main Library
Cat runs up these steps, trying to escape the demonic creature in hot pursuit of Larry, Connor, and her. The librarians used in it, I don’t give them names and aren’t based off actual librarians who work the building, but are made up people that come from my imagination.
World of Mirth and Chop Suey Books are an actual indie toy store and indie bookstore in the Carytown shopping district of Richmond. In fact, I will be doing a reading and signing at Chop Suey Books this Friday, October 13th, in the evening. I am going to make sure to read an excerpt where their bookstore is mentioned. Funny thing, right now I’m writing a supernatural horror novel, where two of my characters run into each other in Carytown. Any interesting shopping district, I think it make a great location for stories set there. Chop Suey is across the street from the second run Byrd Theater, which is haunted and mentioned in both of my nonfiction ghost books, Haunted Richmond and Haunted Richmond II.
World of Mirth
Chop Suey Books
Not mentioned in the downtown scenes, yet, Cat and Larry had to pass the building when they got off I-95, running from demons, is the original Richmond City hall, which has indications it is haunted, plus a legend connected to it. It is the cover for my book, Haunted Richmond II, too. I’m thinking it might make into the next book in the Vortex Paranormal Research and Investigations series. It has great Gothic architecture. The city should have kept it. Just my two cents.
Old Richmond City Hall
Isn’t it super?
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About the BookCat Viggolone just can’t get a break. She'd gotten married, but that ended when the husband left her for his younger secretary. She'd wanted children. That flew out the window along with the cheating husband. There’s the career, but working a window at the Virginia DMV can’t really be classified as a great career choice. At thirty-three, her life had become positively dull.
Then the vortex opened.
Sucked up into a corridor just outside of Hell, she meets Connor, a werewolf, and Larry, a demon that looks like a blue-eyed eyeball. They escape back to earth, only to find that the vortex has opened up in downtown Richmond. The town is going to hell, literally. Besides a grayness seeping out and turning all living things into zombies, monsters and demons are invading Cat’s world.
Will Cat and her new friends (including an angel named George) be able to stop the vortex before it claims the entire planet?
Cat’s life is definitely no longer humdrum and ordinary.
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Excerpt from How the Vortex Changed My Life:Connor and I arrived at some stone steps. We clattered up them and into the Richmond Public Library. After we stepped into the foyer and passed the circulation desk we looked around, unsure of where to go. I saw a room to the left of us, pointed at it, and we slipped inside. Rows and rows of books in shelves lined the area like soldiers marching behind each other. A portly man in khaki pants, white shirt, and a blue, flowered tie sat behind a desk. He looked up and smiled.
"Can I be of assistance?" His smile faltered as he stared past me.
He's seen Larry. This won't be good.
He stood, his forehead wrinkling. "That's pretty life like. What is it? A balloon? I can't see any string attached to it."
Deciding not to beat around the bush, I blurted, "He's not a balloon. He's an eyeball—actually, he's a demon."
The man said, "Are you trying to say that whatever it is, is alive?"
"Kinda. I guess demons are sort of alive."
The librarian walked over to us and poked at Larry. Larry didn't like it and started that weird bleating noise he could make and bumped against the man. He bumped him so hard, he almost knocked the librarian over. The man managed to stay on his feet, and took a couple of steps back as he wiped the finger on his pants as if Larry had given him cooties.
Connor grabbed the librarian by the same finger and squeezed hard.
The man cried out.
Connor let go. "Larry doesn't like people poking at him." He glared.
"It's rude. Besides, how would you like it if I poked at you?" Connor proceeded to do just that.
The librarian stumbled back. "Okay, okay. But what is that thing? The lady called it a demon, but demons aren't real. Right?"
Connor snorted. "That thing is a demon like the lady said and if it wasn't for him, I'd been dead within hours after I got trapped in Hell." Larry bumped against Connor and made another noise I never heard before, like a cat's purr. "I find Larry is a lot more 'human' than you humans are."
"Well, you look as human as the rest of us," said the librarian with a snotty attitude, "and that eye beastie definitely doesn't." He narrowed his eyes. "This library is for humans only. I mean, non-human things can't get a library card issued to them." He saw Connor give him a glowering look and inched away. "Well, I'm pretty sure that's the rules."
I spoke up. "We're not here to borrow a book." I snuck a look at the front entrance. "We needed a place to hide in. You see, a monster is after us. A very big monster. And there are others outside like it and Larry here. A vortex opened not far from here and downtown Richmond is turning gray and I don't mean Confederate gray either. Richmond's new address is now a part of the Hell dimension. The whole world is doomed. And I don't think it really matters whether Larry can be issued a library card, or what species can use this library."
The librarian's mouth opened and shut in shock, his eyes bulging and looking like tennis balls. He sputtered, "You're nuts." He cut a glance at Larry who hovered closer to him. "I think you guys are pulling something on me. That thing has got to be fake."
I grabbed him by his ugly tie. "Look, Hell is taking over Richmond, and soon, Virginia, not long after, the U.S., and from there, maybe the world. So, get over it. Larry is not fake. He's a demon, plain and simple, but maybe you can't comprehend it. I know I couldn't at first. That means no more people checking out books, no more Christmas, cute fluffy kittens, no more anything good and right for humankind. Just demons, Hell, and the end of life as we know it."
The librarian ripped his tie out of my hand and looked at me like I'd sprouted horns and a pitchfork myself. I must have been tougher on him than I thought.
A growl reached my ears, along with an awful miasma slamming up my nostrils. I reeled around. With an African American lady librarian clasped in one clawed paw and a patron speared by the claws of the other, the monster that had been chasing us stood by the circulation desk. The patron kept screaming while the librarian hung unconscious and limp like a wet noodle.
I watched with horror as the monster snarled and slurped the patron's head into its mouth, effectively cutting off the screaming. The librarian with us took off, yelling something about monsters not being in his job description.