An Interview with Belial from The Demon Always Wins

Posted Sep 28 2018

Today I’m going to ask you to jump over to Ink and Magick to read an interview with Belial fromThe Demon Always Wins. His interviewer is a saucy young witch with scant respect for a venerated demon. D. Lieber, the owner of Ink and Magic, told me it’s the only guest interview she’s ever read where she laughed aloud. And […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment

Welcome!

Posted Feb 2 2014

Same book, new cover!   Whatever the wager, this demon always wins… Seven short weeks. After beating his boss at the poker table, ambitious demon Belial must appease Satan, so he takes on a new bet. If he can get God’s champion to curse God, aloud and in public, within the agreed timeframe, Hell gains […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment

Mistake in Identity

Posted Dec 27 2008

It’s hard to recognize people out of their normal context. The grocery clerk who checks you out every week looks unfamiliar at the library. The nurse from your allergist’s office is unrecognizable at the gym. So it’s understandable how I came to assault a former co-worker at the theater. As most of you know, my […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment

The Year of Our Charlie Brown Christmas

Posted Dec 13 2008 in

It was our worst Christmas tree ever. Not that we Morgans were strangers to bad Christmas trees. Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and years of doing without had left him tighter than Brigitte Bardot’s sweaters. The only real surprise was that, with the holiday still more than two weeks away, he had already […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment

Kim in Satin

Posted Aug 1 2008 in

Jim said it wasn’t that he minded going to see naked pictures of his own daughter; he just didn’t like driving all over the country to do it. I reached across the console to pick some lint off his pants. “Westfield isn’t the other side of the world,” I said. “Anyway, they’re not pictures. They’re […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment

Tangles

Posted May 21 2008

The woman whose husband I’d had sex with the week before pushed my head back under the water. Clouds of melon-scented steam curled around my face. Across the aisle, a row of hairdryers craned their necks, as though eavesdropping on the conversation at the sinks. Above the dryers, on a 20-inch TV set, Kenneth Starr […]

Read More...

Be the first to comment