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The Goolz Next Door, A Bad Night for Bullies - French cover: Mes voisins les Goolz - Sale Nuit pour les Terreurs

The awesome book cover by Le Seuil for the first book in The Goolz Next Door series: A Bad Night for Bullies

Tickets on sale now for the Garysabelle show - Paris, Sorbonne-Nouvelle

"En amont du colloque, le jeudi 12 octobre, de 15h à 16h30, une master class de traduction pour la jeunesse sera animée par Isabelle Perrin (Paris 3, traductrice) et Gary Ghislain, auteur de How I Stole Johnny Depp’s Alien Girlfriend, Twilight of the True Blood Vampire Diaries, The Love Game et The Goolz Next Door (à paraître).
Inscriptions auprès de cliona.ni-riordain@univ-paris3.fr et virginie.douglas@univ-rouen.fr (avant le 5 octobre), dans la limite de 15 places de participants et 15 places d’auditeurs.
Langues de travail : anglais-français.
Tarif : 10 euros. Gratuit pour les masterants et doctorants des universités de Paris 3 et de Rouen."

There! The U.S. Boyds & Mills Press Book Cover ...

 

There! The U.S. Boyds & Mills Press Book Cover for "A Bad Night for Bullies", book #1 of "The Goolz Next Door" series. Yes, it's beautiful. Yes, it makes me happy. Yes, does it make you happy too?

A Lot of Gary for Free (ALGF)

Three witty cocktails of SciFi, Horror, and Comedy available for free on all Amazon markets this week - Until November 8th, download two of my recent novels and one short story for free.

Follow the links bellow, download for free for your Kindle, iPad, computer or phone - and don't forget to share and drop a review on Amazon.com or add a comment right here on this post.

Peace


 Twilight of the True Blood Vampire Diaries
 
 
The Love Game - Le Jeu de l'Amour 
 
My Stepmom is a Vampire Parasite from Outer Space

How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend - Zee Trailer

The trailer from the play from the novel from inside my head



WIE ICH JOHNNY DEPPS ALIEN-BRAUT ABSCHLEPPTE Von Gary GhislainRegie Lars-Ole Walburg + Bühne Kathrin Frosch + Kostüme Nina Gundlach + Musikalische Leitung Martin Engelbach + Dramaturgie Janny Fuchs

Zelda Sophie Krauß + David Jonas Steglich + Malou Sarah Franke

How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend, the play

Zelda Sophie Krauß + David Jonas Steglich + Malou Sarah Franke in the adaptation of my novel, How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend, directed by  Lars-Ole Walburg - Premiering at the Hannover National Theater Sunday, April 12 . Be ready to be seriously spacesplashed
 

How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend by Paul Bower Featuring Jonas Steglich

Gary Ghislain's How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend by Paul Bower
Great poster for the stage adaptation of How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend by artist Paul Bower, featuring the lead actor,

In Paris with Jola Kudela by Jola Kudela

Gary Ghilsain by Jola Kudela Agnieszka Lesiewicz & Gary Ghislain by Jola Kudela
Jola Kudela

“You’re going to have to open up your mind before I tell ...

“You’re going to have to open up your mind before I tell you a few things about Jackie,” he says, squeezing himself on the bench opposite me, his stomach and Hawaiian shirt rubbing against the table. I open my bottle with my back teeth. He smiles at the trick, so I snatch his and open it in the same fashion.
“I’m pretty opened minded,” I say, giving him his ginger ale.
“Sure,” he nods, like he gets me, and says, “Your step mum is Jack the Ripper.”
I’m quite silent for a while. Even the flies got so surprised, they stopped buzzing.
“Maybe I’m not that opened minded,” I admit.
“There’s more.”
“Like what? She’s also the Loch Ness monster and the Hound of the Baskerville?”
“She comes from Outer space.”
Someone is supposed to laugh here somewhere. But he doesn’t. He just stares at me blankly like it was all obvious in his head, like the prize of milk.
A teen realizes that his evil stepmom is a creature from another world eating, digesting and replicating his entire family.

Free tonight on amazon. Conversations with a madman. Perfect short for those who think Ed Wood got it right

I want a love like Gomez and Morticia

My initial dream was so 80s. I wanted to be the class clown for a while, dress weird and mainly in black, paint my eyes and nails, and then, go out there into the world and meet a monster that would have loved me and that I would have loved back. 
We would have exchanged blood, snakes, scratches and bites. She would have called me her favorite abomination. I would have called her my worst nightmare and I would have totally French kissed her under a full moon.
We would have got married in a crypt somewhere in Paris on Halloween surrounded by horrendous goons - and then, we would have walked the streets to find an abandoned Manor where to live together until flesh rotted off our bones.
Oh. And also, we would have procreated.
We would have spooned a flock of abnormalities that we would have named and loved no matter how many legs they had. I wanted at least two girls and a Cyclops. We would have been this super sexy dark couple totally into each other after three kids and many decades, thinking of nothing better than meeting each other again the second we would have raised from our coffins.
I would have spent my days in my silk pajamas writing books nobody really wanted to read, and at night, we would have gone out together looking for new victims to murder and then hook up to dry in the attic - and life would have been a permanent pumpkin. 
I didn’t realize the new millennium would be a loveless place where horror morphed into torture porn overnight.
Love went out of fashion the second they hooked up the first Wi-Fi hotspots. 
Frankenstein is still looking for a bride, most of the time – but his bride is not looking for a serious relationship anymore. She’s just been electrified into existence, and immediately got herself a smartphone, went on Facebook and told her creator she wants to play the field and focus on her career before “getting all tied up with stuff”. She is currently heading to a club where she’s been told she could get wasted and hook-up with other random creatures who promised to slice her good. 
Sexiness has become a single night concept. No more Manors. No more kids. No more witty dialogues. And Uncle Fester has been accused of raping Thing and posting the video on YouTube.
Morticia wants a divorce and she wants to sleep with her divorce lawyer while his sexy assistant watches. Gomez spends too much time on alternative-hookups.com to see if there’s someone out there with full sleeve tattoos that would tango better.
Pff!  
But my dream is not entirely lost. I’m still spending my days in my silk pajamas writing books nobody really wants to read – and at night after too much red for dinner, I hang out my window howling at the moon, wishing there was someone with me to go out there looking for more victims.