Authors’ confessions: the worst thing their villains have done.

Elijah’s Chariot by Douglas Kolacki

The Reverend Masterplan: Burned down his church, with everyone inside, after tricking them into drinking poison. After this, he committed suicide and succeeded. It still didn’t stop him from coming back.

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On The Eighth Day, God Created Trilby Richardson by Douglas Kolacki

Jed Trumbull: Allowed his father to dominate his life long after the father’s death, even to the point of a pretty serious murder attempt.

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Sinister Presence by Brianna Carlisle 

 

She hid in a closet until late afternoon, when Julie often took a nap before meeting Jessica at the bus-stop after school. Once Julie was asleep, Susan came out from the closet armed with a butcher knife she’d taken from our own kitchen, and attacked Julie. She stabbed her thirteen times about the face, neck, and chest. She took off her bloodied clothes, washed up in our bathroom, then put on some of Julies’ clean garments.

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Flawed Gods, the first book in the Flawed Gods series by Angela B. Mortimer

Simune.

The typical villain, but I can’t give too much away and spoil the story. Needless, to say he too loves Doella, if he is capable of what most of us know as love that is. He is a man who will do anything to achieve his goals and he does, and as he does, he drags in the innocent to help him cover up his crimes and is very careful to leave no actual proof of them.

We’ve all met Simune, we’ve worked with him, seen him in politics and in power, seen the constant smirk, the open eyes “what me? No, no, I’m perfect” he purrs “I don’t do that,” and finally he whispers, “You can’t get me, you’ve no proof….” Before he puts the “knife” in as he fights back and then denies everything.

We’ve seen the unseeing, flock around and offer sympathy and shaken our heads.  Simune too has his stalwart believers and if the Varan police are suspicious, without any proof they can’t dig deeper. It seems Simune will never be caught out….he has laid false trails, accused others of his crimes and there is worse to come….much worse. We long for him to be caught, but I’m not saying any more….

Another word from my husband, or should I say exclamation…..”He should have eaten him!” I knew whom he meant should be eaten….

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Hyclos, the second book in the Flawed Gods series by Angela B. Mortimer

Wylane.

Wylane is Doella’s dragon son and lover, he replaces his father in her life, for not only must the new dragon race grow and survive, but without them there is no future universe, and this reality also put in jeopardy.  Wylane instigates the mating for “dragon customs must suffice” now his father is gone. Doella is still part Varan and dragon customs wound her Varan sensibilities, just as they would a human. The idea of mating with such a close relative is abhorrent to her although she too knows that it must be. This will pass as her dragon-self overcomes the Varan, but for now it is raw.

Dragons are the first and oldest and have billions of years of memories, most forgotten until needed, Wylane is no exception, he knows what his part is, and he knows the game he must play. Soon, so will Doella and she needs his help to carry the ageless plan to fruition and the pain of her final future is as hard to bear as all the ages to come, but Wylane will share it with her, her last husband.

He is my husband’s favourite character, “he’s so intelligent, but he doesn’t let on unless he has to…”

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The Vampire’s Game by Wendy Potocki

Yes, well, the worst thing a character has ever done is quite embarrassing since they all misbehave frequently—and quite well. I’d have to say that the worst thing might be my female vampire’s propensity for tearing heads off males after having sex with them. While in the insect world, the dispensing of one’s partner might be considered business as usual, when it’s done to humans that are quite enamored with the vixen, it really lends a shabby sort of treatment to the whole process. “Make love, not war,” comes to mind, but my dear sweet Rachel doesn’t seem to care. She sticks her fingers in her ears, sings “La-la-la-la,” very loudly so she doesn’t hear my reprimands to cease and desist of dispensing of the poor saps in this way.

Why men are so enamored with this Venus flytrap is easy to understand. It’s what comes from having a vampire look like a centerfold for Hustler magazine. Did I mention she dresses in thongs and sexy lingerie for the occasion? Well, she does. She knows how to attract male attention, but then in my Adduné trilogy, sexuality is a weapon that keeps my vampires on top of the food chain and humans at the bottom—even though that position is sometimes reversed in the actual consummation of a lust-filled fantasy that is sure to end in disaster. C’est la vie! Key in the classic Frankie Goes to Hollywood song: “Relax, don’t do it … when you want to come!”

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Cab Driver by Karl Wiggins

Villain #1

I was on Figueroa and 81st, and I’d parked the car up to go looking for a number. I’ll tell you how dark it was, I was a house away before I saw a figure in front of a gate. A couple more steps and I realised that there were about ten of them. And they were an evil looking set. Which I suppose they would be, wouldn’t they? You’re hardly likely to find a bunch of choirboys hanging about in the dark on 81st and Figueroa. The only option, of course, is to front it out. I walked right up to the gang and started talking, asking if they knew where the house was.

“What number ya’ll looking fo, nigger?”

“Number 123A,” and it turned out that this happened to be the very house. I didn’t know whether to be pleased about that or not. I didn’t know whether I’d be regarded as a friend because this was where I was headed or as a nice piece of meat that happened to be on the path. I had a lot of money on me, although most of it was pushed down my sock.

“What ya’ll want, man?”

“Cab for Clifford.”

“Oh yeah?” But just then Clifford came out and invited me in. I just wanted to get the hell out of there but figured I was safer in the house with him than outside in that dark street. I sat down while he finished getting ready, reflecting how easily people who have nothing invite you into their homes. After a while four or five of the gang-members came into the house and started asking me all sorts of stupid questions. One of them pulled out an 8 millimetre Mauser and started cleaning it. Maybe it was a present for his mother, I don’t know, but I obviously wanted to keep the conversation light. My mind was also on the fact that I hadn’t locked the car. Supposing they stole the money I’d hidden under the seat? Who cares? Supposing they stole my only transport out of here? Fuck!

Clifford changed his mind about wanting a cab and I decided to let him off the scrub fee, nice guy that I am. When I got outside the gang collared me again. This was when I expected One big bastard, with a coal-black tangled mess of a beard, was practicing karate kicks on a fence post. The leader, stinking of Olde English and vodka, approached me and asked me about London. I told him some crap or other and he said he might visit one day. Maybe he could stay at my house. “Yeah, be great,” I said, happy to be making new friends.

But eventually they let me go, and as soon as I got into the car I knew they’d boosted it. The seats were slashed, the glove box was hanging open and the money from under the seat was gone. What would you have done? Get back out of the car and front them with it? I don’t think so.

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Villain #2

“Frankie Davies is an out-and-out villain. He’s a thief, simple as that. By the time he was twenty-one-years-of-age he’d already spent over two years inside. So obviously he’s not a very good thief, or at least he wasn’t then. Perhaps he learned something inside. In his younger days he could turn his hand to anything. Breaking and entry, smash and grab, hold ups, you name it. Under different circumstances, or in another day and age, Frankie would have been a cattle rustler, a gunrunner, a highwayman or a pirate. Frankie Davies was never destined to be a dustman or an accountant, or work in a warehouse or be a shop assistant. Frankie has sticky fingers, and that’s all there is to it.

“In the past he’s worked on market stalls and as a ticket tout and a bouncer. But more than this his calling in life is to exert himself in the freelance appropriation of anything he can lay his hands on. Frankie is as cunning as a shark and as shrewd as a Philadelphia lawyer. With his eye always to the main chance, Frankie lives on his wits. With thick black hair and eyebrows, he looks like a Gypsy, although as far as I know his heritage is true blue Cockney. But he always has a look about him, a half smile, as if he knows something you don’t, or rather as if both of you know something that nobody else does. He has wariness about him, an instinct of self-preservation, always looking twice and leaving nothing to chance. Even though he’s only in his late twenties, he often appears more level-headed than the rest of us, as if he has a worldly wisdom beyond his years. Frankie is always on his guard.

“He’s not a big chap, more stocky than tall, but he’s definitely fit, visiting the gym at last three times a week. Mind you, he never likes to get involved in fights. Not because he lacks courage, you understand. He has more balls than most of us, but to risk arrest when there’s no money involved would be pure foolishness to Frankie. He always wears a black leather coat. A nice thick expensive one. And he’s always very pale. I’ve never, ever seen him with a suntan. He has a thick, London accent and will sometimes actually talk out of the side of his mouth.

“Frankie is always talking to people that none of the rest of us knows or has ever seen before. You’ll be drinking with him and he’ll say, “Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute,” and then go and sit at a table with a couple of poker-faced, tough guys who never take their eyes off him. He’ll have that half grin on his face and will be looking from one to the other and back again. A few words will be spoken and then he’ll stand up, nod to them and come back and join the rest of us. It would be impolite to inquire who they were.”

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A Witch Without Magic by Larisa Walk

Lana Hammerschmidt

Actually, Lana has done several very bad things, but then what do you expect from a woman who was beaten with a strap by the father as a child, cheated on and verbally abused by her husband, and finally have a ruthless nymph take up residence in her mind?

She sucked the life out of a whole neighborhood of people, making them age decades to days.  You should’ve seen those poor five-year-olds that looked like forty-year-old dwarves! The other thing she has done was squeeze the heroine’s pregnant cat until its ribs broke, just so that Lana could abduct the heroine’s best friend and hold him hostage.

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