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Stephen C. Ormsby has jumped to a new blog.
This is where you will find Author Interviews, Reviews and
updates for Stephen and his works as well.

Please do not fear – I still have lots of Interviews to go
and have more coming in each and every day,
but I have combined my efforts with Marieke, my beautiful
cover designing photographer muse.

Please join us at http://IdeasCaptured.com/Blog.
We also have a new Twitter name of @IdeasCaptured,
which I urge you to follow as well.

There you will also be able to view the wonderful photos Marieke has taken as well.

Over time, we will migrate all the Author Interviews and Reviews
on the IdeasCaptured blog, so they will not be lost!

Title: Whispers Under Ground
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Imprint: Del Rey
Pub Date: July 31, 2012
ISBN: 9780345524614
Author: Ben Aaronovitch
Category: FICTION – ADULT: Mystery, Detective, Suspense & Thrillers: Mystery & DetectiveFICTION – ADULT: Other: Urban Life FICTION – ADULT: Science Fiction & Fantasy: Fantasy
Marketing Copy:

A WHOLE NEW REASON TO MIND THE GAP It begins with a dead body at the far end of Baker Street tube station, all that remains of American exchange student James Gallagher-and the victim’s wealthy, politically powerful family is understandably eager to get to the bottom of the gruesome murder. The trouble is, the bottom-if it exists at all-is deeper and more unnatural than anyone suspects . . . except, that is, for London constable and sorcerer’s apprentice Peter Grant. With Inspector Nightingale, the last registered wizard in England, tied up in the hunt for the rogue magician known as “the Faceless Man,” it’s up to Peter to plumb the haunted depths of the oldest, largest, and-as of now-deadliest subway system in the world.

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She comes to me unbidden

in her naked-coloured pajamas.

As thin as onion skin

as strong as steel

But before the thin veil

comes off

You need to know her

for magic and mischief

for smiles and sensuality

Only then will she peel

to reveal

her love.

Lovers In Arms

When you are in bed, have you ever wondered what do to with your arms? Do you put them beside you, under your head, stretched out in between?

I wrap mine around my love, my muse, my partner, my wife Marieke. One arm under her neck with my hand gently grasping her breast. The other over her chest to hold her shoulder. Drawing her into me to share my warmth with her. Keeping her safe and sound, keeping the demons from her dreams.
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Nothing Like Being Dared!!

Sheila Pierson has taken me to task about one of my blog posts. In Sharing Black Thoughts I stated that I may share some of the writing that I had been doing around a very dark and depressed character.

In a comment she posted on the original blog post, she basically said what am I scared of? After a moment of thought, I realised she was right. So starting tomorrow I am going to post some of the work I have been doing. If it appears that it has a readership then I may continue to keep blogging it.

It is called (R)evolving.

One stops so, by some force of nature, another starts. Like a game of verbal tag where the first one who misses their cue is the loser. A constant cacophony of uttered words to fill the void of quietude. Their voices almost identical in pitch and timbre.

It was easy to see the relationship between the two. A young and an old version of the same model. All whilst the rest of us struggled to get any words as there was never a gap in the prattling conversation.
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Living In A Mushroom

Whilst on our way to pick up the kids from school, I saw three little conjoined, orange mushrooms. It got me to thinking rather quickly about whether little people live in those little mushrooms. A quirky little family of creatures that could fit in mushrooms obviously and their adventures they might have. (And if I see any children’s books around this topic in the near future I will blame you all. Consider it now copyrighted (!) to me.)

It comes from the concept of writing a play. Recently I found I had the capacity to write a small one act play and realised I enjoyed it even though the topic was interesting. The local drama group has a copy and keeps threatening to do a reading of it, which I still fear. Still then though, I have been thinking about writing a bigger, longer play with some cast and even some sets. So I have been thinking about a subject.
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Sharing Black Thoughts

Recently, I have been writing very dark and depressing stuff. Over the next couple of blogs I might share some of it with you. It seems to be coming from a depressed character but I have no idea what to do with the words that he tells me. I struggle to see how anybody would connect with such a character and what readability there is in it.

To some degree, and on an unfortunate angle, some of them originate from me and my state of mind lately but being a writer, it all turns a lot darker, a lot more morbid. I hesitate to think they are all coming from me, as I do not want to admit that the depression might be that bad.
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A Fly’s Agony

Flys. I dislike them. Most people dislike them; I would guess. And as you would, I spray them with a fly spray.
But do you ever think of what the fly must go through after that lethal dose of whatever brand of fly spray you use? Have you ever followed it around the house as it flys trying to get that shit off its back and wings and head and wherever else it is? Have you ever wondered what it must be like to be covered head to toe in a substance much like acid that you can not get off no matter what you do.
Obviously, I did, and I followed this poor fly around my apartment. But let me start at the start.
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365 / 40: Are Animals Necessary?

Is the continual fight to save endangered animals absolutely necessary? All the time and effort that is put into saving them seems hardly ever rewarded. Do these animals actually provide anything to the planet that is needed? What do pandas do? How about lions and tigers and bears? Oh my!

Or is it just a bunch of (insert expletive here) hippies looking for an excuse to fight? Or to get their heads on TV? Do these people have nothing better to do and nothing in their lives that they can run around the place trying to save every animal that is dying out? Is it all just some lame grab at their fifteen minutes of fame? Oh, I saved the fat-bellied sloth. Aren’t I great!!
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