Letter Twenty-seven

February 27, 2008

Dear Editor:
I'd like to address the issue you mentioned with the ending of STORM OF BLOOD.

Jake pushed open the front door and then hurried
inside. Even the rain couldn't dampen his excitement; Mike was coming for dinner. The thought made him smile. It had been eight years since he'd had a guest and he wanted Mike to feel at home. Jake knew the truth behind Mike's visit but he didn't care. Nothing mattered except the sturdy oak table and the placement of the pearl handled knives on the vinyl tablecloth. He lit the candles, then stood back to admire the light gleaming from the twin hurricanes. Beyond
the windows, the storm raged.

He smiled. When Mike arrived, the storm would cleanse them both.

Although I disagree that the original ending is 'vague', I took your sage advice and came up with a slightly different ending.

Jake is a nutbag. He kills Mike on the dining table.
THE END.

Let me know what you think.

Sincerely,

U.S. Writer

Letter Twenty-One

February 21, 2008

Dear Editor:

What do natural disasters and a serial killer have in common? Violence. Upheaval. And the USGS.

Please consider my thriller, STORM OF BLOOD.

Jake Storm lived through sixteen natural disasters as a kid, but bearing witness to the horrors that tornadoes and earthquakes wrought has changed him. And not for the better.
A need for blood sends this USGS scientist around the world wherever disaster strikes. Where he strikes, too, using a unique weapon, a thirty-year-old spork gleaned from a disaster relief cart.

But when Mike Obermeyer, a cagy New Orleans detective, begins to notice similarities between the much published serial murders and world events, Mike and Jake’s two worlds will collide.

Please consider STORM OF BLOOD before Jake writes a sequel, SPORK OF HOPE.

Sincerely,

U.S. Writer