The climax in Transylvania takes a perilous turn. The surreal shifts in Jonathan Harker’s person are revealed as only the beginning of a far stranger metamorphosis. The promise of Mina Harker’s life becomes the crux of an unthinkable bargain. The dead travel fast, but are far from the only roaming children of the night—and far from the only threat. The past is exhumed, the present brims with monsters new and old, and the future yawns open like the swinging lid of a coffin as plans further, deeper, and far more nightmarish than Dracula’s English holiday come to light…
That’s the synopsis for Barking Harker, the horror novel-in-progress that I’m currently chipping at. It’s a combination of sequel and alternate ending for Dracula that throws the spotlight on our good friend Jonathan Harker, his myriad eerie changes over the course of the novel, and a far wider world of madness, monstrosity, and the macabre that lurks just beyond the edge of what Stoker—and other old authors of the unsettling and inhuman—left waiting in the shadows.
If you’re interested in a taste of the tale to come, check out the teaser chapters here:
Preludes and Interludes I: Nights in Asylum.
Preludes and Interludes II: Dead, Dogs, and Detours
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(NOTE: I have two accounts! @see-arcane, my main blog where I dump any and everything in a hodgepodge, and @see-arcane-scribbles, my backup blog which I am reserving strictly for piling my writerly doings, such as the Barking Harker updates. If you want to skip all the nonsense on the pretty pink cyclopean blog so you can get straight to the book stuff, go with the Scribbles account.)
What’s funny about Jonathan’s magical girl transformation with the stark white hair is that it’s just impossible. Like, yes, we all know it is, but I hadn’t been focussing on that until now.
I was like “yeah, stress can cause early greying bc you’re no longer producing the melanin in your hair--” and then I realized like “wait, why would that change the colour of the already-grown strands as if they were fucking dead coral?” Because it’s not like if you pulled out a strand of your own hair, the colour would fade and go white.
Jonathan’s hair is alive? Dead now, alive before? Jonathan’s out here being Rapunzel from Tangled and everyone surrounding him is like “seems aight”.
Whether they imbibe blood, leech life, or merely traded mortality away to their devil of choice, the revenants of the world are disappearing. A phenomenon that has been carving its way through the undead like a belated necrosis moving steadily through the past century and more. One which the Vampyre, a possessor of many names and collector of many lives, has been fretting over for some time.
A laughable fear, for he is one of those canny cadaverous few who made a deal for perpetual resurrection. The bitten may crumble, but the bargainer may rise from death after death. So he reminds himself. So he worries is no longer the case.
Not when the old boyar in the Carpathians was one of the first to vanish. Still, the monster from the mountains may simply be in hiding, just as the rest must be. The Vampyre himself is surely jumping at shadows. So he convinces himself for a single night…
…before a Thing known only as ‘Quinn Morse’ makes itself and its work known.
Surprise! I accidentally finished a novella during what was supposed to be a short story break. Whoops. Updates to come.
Link to Tumblr post (and Google Doc link within) is here.
If you’d like to drop some change in my virtual tip jar, my Ko-fi is here.
Assorted other Horrors are below the cut to save you from an overlong post:
Barking Harker
The climax in Transylvania takes a perilous turn. The surreal shifts in Jonathan Harker’s person are revealed as only the beginning of a far stranger metamorphosis. The promise of Mina Harker’s life becomes the crux of an unthinkable bargain. The dead travel fast, but are far from the only roaming children of the night—and far from the only threat. The past is exhumed, the present brims with monsters new and old, and the future yawns open like the swinging lid of a coffin as plans further, deeper, and far more nightmarish than Dracula’s English holiday come to light…
Link to teaser section here.
Penclosa
It’s been almost a year since Jonathan Harker made that fateful first trip to Transylvania. The monster that imprisoned him, that threatened his love, that died in a box of earth by two blades, has been gone for months. Yet Jonathan’s nightmares have never left. In fact, as the bleak anniversary nears, they have worsened. Van Helsing’s mesmerism has made no progress in freeing him from the nightly horror. But he has come from Amsterdam for a potentially fruitful visit to another professor. Prof. Wilson is playing host to a mesmerist of singular and uncanny power, Miss Helen Penclosa. On meeting the troubled young man and his wife, she is only too happy to help…
It’s hereeee! It has arrived! My hardback proof copy of the Dracula Daily Sketch Collection! My housemate spotted a few text issues to fix on the back cover, but otherwise it looks so gooood! My tiny Art Child!
Hoping to get a paperback proof sorted next, then onto seeing how best to sell them!