What’s in a name?
Author
Kit Kingdom
Author Bio
General:
Road dog Kit Kingdom hails from parts best left unknown and currently lays low, when not on the run, in a non-map worthy small town in upstate New York with his wife and three sons and multiple attack animals, to include his slick black devil of a cat Beelzebub.
The making of a writer:
Kit was yanked into the world on a dark winter/spring day in nineteen hundred and sixty-nine and he pounced upon learning to read near straightaway and shortly thereafter he began to horde various material for such purpose.
Over the years he has drained many-a-library dry in his quest for knowledge and entertainment and has absorbed a great many books of speculation and history and science and religion and psychology and a great many tales of strange people and places and occurrences.
Early into his second decade he fell in love with music and began to horde notebooks such as he is yet seldom without one of, which he filled with lyrics and poetry and ideas.
At the crest of sixteen years he signed himself out of the public school system and over the next decade before his random scribbling began to take the shape of long form fiction he chronicled his steps as he worked his way through a secession of jobs, some of which required travel, and hoped around a few towns and the seedy streets of a few cities on his own.
Description
Cain K. Abel never knew anyone or anywhere that he couldn’t readily walk away from, and his general discontentment with his fellow man and wanderlust carry him from his boyhood home in Connecticut to Los Angeles to the small town of Sweethill, Montana, where he meets hometown party girl Claudia Gene Aldarki and falls in love. He wants to take her with him as his traveling companion, but despite her loose style of life, she’s a good girl at heart and intensely close to her homespun family and unwilling to leave them behind.
He caters to her wishes against his own and his imagination begins to wander and he begins to write and becomes published. He buys a house in which for them to live, and it is the first piece of property that he has ever been able to afford or has really at all wanted to. While tearing up the old rug and the far older linoleum in the living room he discovers within the pages of the fifty year old newspapers which had been laid to protect the floor from its covering the story of a local man named Cain Kay Abel who had killed his wife with a hatchet in their bedroom one night for no apparent reason, and he and Claudia know that they have to locate the murder site if still it stands.
They explore the weary weather-beaten remains of the crime scene and make love upon its bloodstained floor and each is entranced to a different degree by its dark charms and changed afterwards on account of them. His writing grows ever darker and grows legs and she finds her long running vampire fantasy that she has been afraid to share with him to be screaming at her relentlessly and she reclaims her adolescent habit of bloodletting. In her youth she had cut herself out of self-loathing, whereas this time she does so out of uncontrollable sexual desire. She works her way up to introducing this element into their lovemaking by steadily expanding the kinkiness it hosts, and her first attack upon him with one of the razorblades that she has taken to using religiously in out of the way places upon herself and her ravaged teeth leaves him with a savage hickey and leaves her with an unquenchable thirst for his blood.
His increasing success and her increasing obsession with him and bloodletting lead them to ever maddening turbulence, betrayal, hardcore drug addiction, and a conclusion marked by a twisted revelation not to be missed.
Book excerpt
He didn’t spend too much time lying around or hanging about in the morning least she want to start in again. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his home for wayward spirits and hastily ransacked the kitchen for sandwich fixings and munchies for then and later as he made his way to the office to bury himself. Their most recent bouts of lovemaking hadn’t been too bad by and large, yea more like a new beginning which gave him pause to reflect on whether he could continue on with her.
Once his belly was full enough he rolled and sparked up a joint and began in on the bottle. He planned on being struck with a bolt of inspiration and having an extended session, maybe one lasting well into the night, even if he didn’t write a single word across the duration.
It wasn’t long before his mind began to wander to the heroin he had stashed and he decided to fill a syringe with it and lay strung out on the couch until further notice and see if the drug worked any better to aid in the recovery process thereof than it had to aid in the sexually charged surgical process.
He got high on anticipation and a rush which launched him into deep space upon taping a vein and losing his breakfast.
He injected a little more heroin, and downed a lot more whiskey, and did a little of this and a little of that, and consumed enough food to please him athwart a twenty hour span, during which he somehow managed to turn out enough of a dozen pages to assign that number to them.
He expected her to be played out at this pre-dawn hour and knew that he was too far gone not to be at her mercy should she not be and decide to jump him.
She had visited him at around five of the past evening to see what his dinner plans were and he had informed her that he was in the middle of a hot streak and that he might not be done for hours. She had said that maybe she would go out and grab some fast food and catch a chic flick which she had wanted to see and he had said and actually meant that that sounded like a wonderful idea.
He sluggishly climbed the stairs to his waiting bed and found his side of it to be already occupied, although it did seem to him as though both his wife and her playmate were passed out, so he knew that he had that much in his favor anyway. His bloodthirsty half had not lied to him; she had, as she had said that she would, let the other woman be a surprise.
He gingerly laid down in a successful attempt not to disturb either of his exhausted bedmates and hoped that each of them, or the one he had yet to know anyway, would still be there when he opened his eyes.
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