As I write this, I'm doing my usual, running around the proverbial chicken with its head cut off–ready to leave for World Horror Convention in London, where I'll see lots of old friends, and meet a lot of new, I imagine!

Helen Rosburg and I will be throwing a Gory Ghoul party there featuring the Slush Pile band with Paul Wilson, Dave Simms, and Rhodi Hawk and myself (writers) and a few family members and friends. Looking forward to fun time with the Rosburgs, Ali, and friends as well. I'll we have to do now is get through that endless flight . . . !

On the day I return, The Killing Ege will be on the shelves. A cult massacre happens in Miami, and the killers are caught–or are there? Ten years later, the bloodshed begins again, and one of the survivors must realize she is again on the hit list . . .

Miami, my home town, can be fun. It can live up to its reputation in all ways–it can be hot as hell, crazy as hell, Hispanic, Russian, Haitian . . . you name it! Busy and dirty, pretentious and glittery. But it is my home and I love it!

Anyway, get back for Easter with the family, which is growing, so it will be a busy few weeks ahead. London! Brighton! A million hour long plane ride . . . oh, my. Oh, well. Can't wait to get there, and also see some of my HWA fellow board members. They rock! After out Gory Ghoul party, I think I get to hand out a coveted Stoker, and when you're not getting the award, it's sure cool to get to give it away!

I will be reporting back after Jolly Old England! Please look for The Killing Edge! Hardcover from Mira, already shipping out from Amazon!