Another Acceptance from Circlet Press!
I’m over the moon to report that I’ve sold another story to this famous SFF erotica press!
This one is for their upcoming “Golden Age Erotica” collection - stories that pay homage to the classic styles of the Weird-Tales-type pulps of the early 20th century.
My story is “Burning Skies,” a lesbian occult adventure story that pays homage to H.P. Lovecraft’s “Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath”/Silver Key cycle, and E. Hoffmann Price’s stories of Pierre D’Artois, Occult Detective, and I think there’s a little bit of stylistic influence from Clark Ashton Smith in there too (and also from the post-Bauhaus band Tones On Tail).
This story can’t be posted anywhere before publication, but here’s a teaser:
“After what I just saw you do with that ghoul, your honor is clearly unassailable by many things that would destroy that of a lesser woman.”
“Ah, but honor is not what others say of me,” I said. “Honor is keeping mine own integrity, and that includes all my body parts in the same general order in which they always have been. Ghouls may borrow, but they may not keep.”
She watched me with shining eyes as I wiped myself and rearranged my clothes into decency, noting the places I’d have to repair rips and scrub stains, and probably eventually discard them altogether. Ghoul bites can be nasty, but I hadn’t been bitten badly enough to merit concern. Spend enough time in the shambles of North Boston and you learn what the safe limits are pretty quick - best to learn from other people’s mistakes instead of your own.
“I hope you don’t mind if my questioning is indelicate,” she said. “But did you . . . enjoy that?”
“I didn’t hate it,” I said, shrugging. True enough. Physical pleasure is pleasure, and I don’t feel repulsion. I do feel attraction though, and I certainly felt it towards the beautiful and brilliant Stella, and I hoped that performance of mine hadn’t ruined whatever slight chance I might have.
She ran her gloved finger over her perfect lips pensively.
