The Beast Dines Out...

I started writing a followup story to my novella, The Beast, and have more than 4000 words done. It's titled The Beast Dines Out and follows Warren as he deals with being put on trial, found guilty of hundreds of murders, and sentenced to death.

He's going to be transported to San Quentin to hold as his appeals go through the channels, and en-route there the Beast returns with a proposition.

They want to use Earth as their version of a truck stop, where fellow Beasts can drop in, refill their tanks and have a good meal. Sort of like The Jetsons meets Jeffrey Dahmer. A bit out there, but I feel the need for it.

I'm through to the point where Warren wakes in the Beast's spaceship on the same table as before, this time with three prison guards and a sheriff's deputy included as the initial meals. The Beast communicates telepathically...sort of. Don't know if I even need to explain how. Warren just knows what it wants and it knows what he's thinking.

I'm going to post it for free on GayDemon, not put it in book form. Just like what I did with the first novella. It's not that I don't think it's worth publishing; but there's some pretty raw MM non-con in it and Ingram's already squeamish about that.

(NOTE: And, apparently, so is Blogger, because I just got notified they put a warning on this post, like scared little pissants, and will not allow me to appeal it; ridiculous...but I guess me trying to figure it out made it all okay, again. I don't know. It makes no sense to me.)

Anyway, what's nice about GD is that I get quick feedback on how it's working. I also think I'm prepping to continue writing Blood Angel, which is also about people as food. I'm close to the point where I believe that's all many of us are good for.