Blood Sight by Lynn Townsend – out tomorrow

Blood Sight by Lynn Townsend - out tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be an exciting new release from Lynn Townsend and Vamptasy Publishing.

March 28

Blood Sight – Lynn Townsend, VAMPTASY

What you cannot forsee might kill you…

Today Lynn Townsend is taking over my blog. Take it away, Lynn, but be sure to return it when you’re done…

Hello! Let me introduce myself; I’m Lynn Townsend, geek and writer (yes, I self-identify as geek before any and everything else… I was a geek before being a geek was cool; but I’m not gatekeepery about it. You look like a PC! Come, join the party!) and this week, we’re celebrating the release of my second novel, Blood Sight, Book One in the Demoniac Codex, released by Vamptasy Publishing.

Which is totally awesome!

The book is awesome! Vamptasy is awesome! I’m pretty dang awesome myself! And of course, You Are Awesome!

I am also, obviously, a little overly caffeinated when I write these things…

I majored in Victorian Lit, with a minor in Russian Studies. If you asked my father – I never asked, but he usually volunteered his opinion without my specific request – there was almost no more useless degree in the history of anything.

“What, exactly, do you plan to do with that?” (In case I failed to mention it, I didn’t actually learn to do something useful, like speak Russian… what can I say, the line for the Chinese classes was waaaay shorter…)

Until recently, I didn’t have a good, pat answer for that. What was I planning to do? I had no idea. I didn’t have a job lined up, or prospects, or a career I wanted to pursue. (Side note here: the people I was closest to in college; one majored in English and he’s a computer programmer now; the other got a master’s degree in theoretical mathematics, she’s a QA manager. So, you know, whatever you plan… you may not get it. In fact, you could find yourself working in Insurance when you majored in English, or tracking tidal movements when you majored in Chemical Engineering.)

By this point in my writing, I had decided I wanted to write science-fiction (without having any grasp on biology, chemistry, or physics) or horror. We were allowed to take Creative Writing classes up to three different times for credit, so I did.

I had the same professor, got to write 2 short stories per semester and have them “critiqued” by the class. Most of my classmates were lit fic snobs who had delusions of writing the next great American novel, so my sci-fi and horror contributions didn’t make much of a dent with them.

David was a great professor, though. (We called him David, rather than Professor LastName because he didn’t qualify as a prof, and he didn’t want to be Mr. LastName. But calling professors by their given names was pretty common where I went to college, anyway, at least in the English and Theater departments, where I spent quite a bit of time.) He walked us through story parts and how to build suspense and use of symbolism… bunch of stuff. Also, he was really, really good looking. I went to see him during office hours one time – my boyfriend came with, but waited in the hall – and after my meeting, I found my boyfriend pacing angrily in the hallway.


“Babe?? Did your professor just call you babe?”

“He might have done.”

I spoke with David a while back – maybe a year or two? He now works for the National Gallery in DC and hasn’t published in years. So you know, it’s one of those things… you never really know where you’re going until you get there. But the fun is in the going…


“You are an arrogant bastard,” I said. Millions, trivial. Vampires and their ivory towers.

“And rich. Do not forget that part.”

“Are you teasing me?”

“Perhaps. If you need to ask, I am not doing a particularly good job with it. A curiosity, one that I have never been able to understand,” Marcus mused. He rested his chin on his long fingers, studying me with those depthless black eyes.

“What is?”

“It is nothing important. Merely that you seem to be the only person I know who finds me more annoying than fascinating or terrifying. Your reactions to me, I feel as if I were nothing more than a boy trying to win the affections of his school-marm.”

“Um, thanks, I think. And you ain’t so charming as you think you are. I learned that lesson well, even if it took me a while to do so. You were a phase, Marcus, and I’m so over it.”

I didn’t quite meet his gaze; if Marcus wasn’t, as the phrase went, over it, I didn’t want to see if he was hurt by my words. I had enough guilt on that shelf already. Our last meeting had not gone nearly so well as this one – I was still irate that he was here, but I could understand why he was – and I had been beyond hateful in an attempt to sever our relationship.

“What was that colorful metaphor you used? Ah, I recall. Get a stepladder and get over yourself. I daily make the effort, my dear, although I fear it is you -”

“Don’t go there, sanguire. We agreed not to speak of that.”


Reluctant oracle and consultant for the Paranormal Police, Rachel Kristoff, has problems, and the vampire at her front door is only the beginning. Threatened by supernatural foes, hampered by her malfunctioning clairvoyance, and betrayed by the only family she has left, Rachael is forced to rely on her former lover. For the sake of both of their souls, she will make the only choice left open to her: Depend on the vampire, or die.

Bound to the bloodline of the Oracles since the fall of the Roman Empire, accused of murder, and betrayed by his own vampire Childe, Marcus Valerius is a relic of past glories better left in a previous era. For centuries, he has protected the children of Delphi against all who would control the future for their own purposes. Now, saving the life of the only woman he has ever loved means destroying the Oracular abilities he’s sworn to protect.

In a world of angels and demons, vampires and werewolves, foresight and past lives, what you cannot forsee just might kill you…


Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn’s interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot. She grew up half in central Virginia, half in way-upstate New York and went to college at William & Mary, where she met and later married a guy who grew up half in Kentucky and half in Utica. They have one child, one murder-death-cat, a turtle, and two chinchillas.





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