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  Stagestruck Vampires





Stagestruck Vampires


  “ An intoxicating mix of exhilaration and terror . . . every story will have an affect on your psyche, thanks to Charnas’ magnificent style. Her writing is almost poetic in its beauty, but damning in its subject; similar to chocolate-covered arsenic.  
  — Horror-web.com  
 

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Beautiful young soprano Christine is kidnapped by the hideous "Phantom" of the Paris Opéra and taken to his Gothic lair beneath the city. The phantom's powers are almost supernatural, his tempers often lethal. However, Christine is no victim. Though she must accede to his demands she does so on her terms. The dark romance that follows becomes an enduring legend.
— Goodreads

Stagestruck Vampires a wonderful collection of unusual stories, full of strong characters and vivid descriptions. I highly recommend this book for readers of dark fantasy.
— BloodyMary

In "Listening to Brahms" Charnas proves that she can take global tragedies and extract the most minute yet potent seed of hope from the rubble. Three linked stories comprise a nuanced portrait of her vampiric antihero Dr. Weyland. With its Leiberesque love affair with the stage, this entertaining volume deserves to run as long as Cats.
— Paul di Filippo, Asimov's SF

Writers of all genres, persuasions and statures will certainly enjoy the final two selections, the essays "The Stagestruck Vampire" and "They're Right, Art is Long." I highly recommend them to anyone who ever attempted to write anything, let alone get it published or produced.
—Crescent Blues
 
  A Musical Interlude. . . Dr. Weyland is taken to the opera, Tosca . . . and ends up questioning his detachment from humans, whom he regards as food only. Charnas is able to detail the power of the music through language and its effects . . . An entertaining and engrossing read.
Peregrines concerns two boys, one of whom may be a messiah for his people. Certainly it's clear he has supernatural abilities, and enemies. At times this read like a much better written Golden Child, but with much more depth to the characters. And the boys turn out to be maybe more than we realized at first. Highly recommended.
  — SF Signal

  Every story and essay in this volume is mesmerizing.
  — Bookloons

  "Listening to Brahms" is a poignant tale of a future even farther away: When the Earth is destroyed, astronauts in suspended animation become the last humans in existence. They . . . live as honored guests on a planet populated by a race of lizards . . . a meditation on humanity, heritage, and cultural assimilation.
  — sfreader


An Excerpt:
Even in the comparative anonymity of lower Manhattan it wasn't smart to take in strangers, particularly dark-complected strangers who spoke broken English. People have been known to report their friends and neighbors to Homesec for less, ever since the Statue of Liberty bombing.

At last they were done, reluctantly surrendering the rags John had found for them to work with. While he was paying off the older one for their day's work and I was stuffing my cards back into their carved case, I glanced out the front window and saw the younger boy do something impossible.

He was squatting on the curb, and as I looked he reached down with both hands and stood up again, holding something at about his chest height with both hands, face bent close over it.

I knew what it had to be. For two weeks I'd been stepping over a flattened bird corpse in that gutter, bone and feathers ironed thin by the tires of cars pulling in and out. It was too black for a pigeon, probably a starling or a grackle; I'd been careful not to look closely enough to find out.

The boy hunched over this grisly remnant for a moment, and then suddenly he threw his arms high with his stubby fingers spread. The tattered, misshapen thing arced up, dropped, spread its wings, and flew away toward West Fourth Street.

The older boy gave John a final heartfelt thank you, collected the younger kid, and walked off down the street with him in the soft spring evening.

   
Editions:    
Tachyon Books Hardcover/Paperback October 2004 ISBN: 1-892391-21-X