We had a gorgeous fall day here today–bright blue skies and lots of sun, with a brisk wind tugging leaves off the trees. I think the rest of the week is supposed to be more of the same, which is what I waited for all through our hot, horrible summer.
Halloween is a few weeks away, so I’ve started digging through movies I like. I watched Corpse Bride yesterday, and Sleepy Hollow today. At some point soon, I’ll break out The Nightmare Before Christmas (it’s a dual season movie!) and probably some Stephen King flicks.
I do love a good horror movie, but it’s hard to find really good ones. Sometimes they’re so cheesy, they’re fun anyway. Other times, not so much. When I want to see cheesy flicks, though, I turn to the SyFy original movies, which are hilarious. But this week, I’m in the mood for more actual horror films. So I would love some suggestions for really great, scary movies.
And in the meantime, I have a little snippet from Hunting Medusa for you…
Kallan Tassos sat at the foot of the mountain, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of the rented truck. Getting to the Medusa had been a lot easier than he’d been led to believe.
He wondered why.
She was also a lot prettier than he’d imagined.
Sure, he knew the original Medusa had been so beautiful and confident she’d angered a Goddess. But this one wasn’t what he’d expected. She had short, dark hair framing very expressive blue eyes. Somehow he’d imagined long, blonde hair for a woman whose hair turned into snakes. And cold eyes like those very reptiles. Maybe not with a mouth that made him wonder how she’d taste.
He frowned, tapping his fingers faster on the wheel. Someone had left out a lot of details in the legends. Or the reality had changed much in the generations since the last
Harvester had done his duty in killing the monstrous Medusa.
He shook his head. No, his imagination was simply working overtime. And when he got home to Baltimore—or even when he went to Greece to visit Uncle Ari at the family’s ancestral home—he needed to find a willing woman, as it had clearly been too long if he was finding his quarry so attractive.
When his phone rang, he hesitated for a second at the name on the tiny screen. He finally thumbed the button after the third ring. “Stavros.” “I hear you may have a promising lead. It is past time one of us killed this monster.” His cousin’s everyday accent thickened when he was excited, and judging by the way Greece flavored his words, he believed they were getting close. “I’m sure one of us will,” Kallan said mildly, drumming his fingers on his knee. “I keep imagining taking her head after all this time. Perhaps before I do, I can make her pay a little for her family’s existence.” Kallan frowned. Stavros didn’t care who knew about his penchant for cruelty. “Where are you now?”
Again he hesitated. He rarely lied, and never to his family. “Oklahoma. I’ve found some information on a young woman closely related to the last Medusa that perfectly fits our profile.” He didn’t feel bad about the lie, since he knew his cousin would be there within twenty-four hours if he told him where he really was and that he’d found the Medusa. “Where are you heading?” “Northeast.” He hoped Stavros would be satisfied with the vague answer for now. But he didn’t want his cousin breathing down his neck. Stavros had a vicious streak miles wide, had ever since they were children and just beginning to explore and use their individual talents in their hunt for the Medusa. Kallan could undo any lock with just a touch. Stavros could sense and undo any magical spell he found in his path. When they were teenagers, Kallan had seen him use his magical skill to kill innocent animals just because they were nearby. On occasion, he’d used any handy weapon or his bare hands, simply because he could. Kallan knew Stravros’s cruelty had intensified in recent years based on things not only Stavros had mentioned, but whispers from his other cousins. While he knew as well as everyone else in his family the sort of monster the Medusa was, he didn’t think it necessary to make her suffer the way Stavros would. Especially now that he’d met her. “Ah. Well, I wish you luck in your hunt, Cousin. Goddess bless our quest.” He repeated the mantra, then thumbed off the phone, thinking. Hopefully his cousin would take the lack of a specific answer to mean Kallan was simply searching and not really onto a solid lead. That would keep Stavros on his own hunt and out of Kallan’s way. He smiled grimly, turning the key in the ignition. Now he had plans to finalize. Supplies to purchase. He put the truck in gear and steered the vehicle back toward Ellsworth. Now that he’d found her, the Medusa would die by his hand.
Give me your horror movie suggestions!