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New York City-based wordsmith, A. Scott Boddie has a flair for writing fiction and high fantasy which makes him a sought after writer. His passion to create strong, fluid, and narrative driven books is highlighted in his works. Mr. Boddie received his BBA and MBA from Baker College before spending two decades working in the financial industry. At the age of 40, he left the corporate world to pursue his real passion -- writing. Since first reading “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak in grade school, he knew that he was meant to tell his fantastical stories to the world. Inspired by the likes of Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, David Sedaris, and Wally Lamb, Mr. Boddie creates characters with a unique voice and quirky personality -- characters who aren’t scared to share insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams. Coming from a long line of oral storytellers, his natural ability to develop these characters through monologue and conversation make him one of the most intriguing writers of our time.

Friday, November 11, 2011




For every waking moment of Esrevinu’s life, he has dreamed of a better life, but, unfortunately, he has aggressions that he must release. At seventeen, he murders his parents. With their last breaths, his past disappears, and he does not mourn. Instead, he kills thirteen more times and becomes known as the Harlem Meer Killer.

In front of the Elephant Rocks in Central Park—where Esrevinu seeks salvation from damnation—he meets Prince Sebastian, a vampire who immediately sweeps him away, baptizes him in the ocean, and promises to return. Suddenly Esrevinu’s mortal life as a serial killer gives way to a new immortal life as a vampire. As he anxiously awaits a reunion with the dark knight, Esrevinu mistakenly thinks that Sebastian’s kiss has cured him of his urge to kill. Unfortunately he is wrong. As he takes human lovers, he becomes annoyed with their limited existence and kills each in a fit of anger. The only one Esrevinu can count on for true companionship is Noom, a masculine beast with aggressive hunting instincts. But Noom has no idea that he is about to assist Esrevinu in murdering Prince Sebastian—an event that will lead to Sebastian’s father, the King, placing bounties on each of their heads.

In this fantasy tale, Esrevinu, a vampire obsessed with his mission to survive Earth’s demise, transitions from slaughtering humans to murdering immortals, for Esrevinu only wants one thing—their powers.


Chapter One Memories, Like Seasons, Change the World as We See It—Repeatedly It all started on the rainy, winter morning of December 21, 2007, when he was turned while walking in Central Park.

The wind was swift. An undergrowth of shrubbery parted, revealing his hidden path. The trees bent, weeping like mothers aching for their dead children. The woods were unsullied. Esrevinu, a twenty-year-old serial killer, the Harlem Meer Killer, followed the path to the Elephant Rocks.

The rocks were a trail of boulders that resembled a train of pink circus elephants. They sat in a clearing, illuminated by the pale, frosty, morning moon. Esrevinu had committed heinous acts at the rocks before, but this time, there was a faint smell of rotten foliage and desperation that cast a mesmerizing spell on him. As he entered, he fell under the enchantment of the Elephant Rocks. Esrevinu was born on November 22, 1987. He was raised for a short period by his biological parents and then permanently by his paternal grandmother.

Every waking moment, he dreamed of a better life, and alternately, he wanted to release his aggressions by hurting other people. “I am a child of abandonment, and it is as much a part of me as the faces I wear from day to day,” Esrevinu said to whomever would listen. His grandmother was stout, mean, and carried her ill disposition like a fancy handbag tucked neatly in her armpit.

His great-grandmother babysat him before she died, and his grandmother was a mirror image of her mother, with empty eyes and a hollow heart. The both died by his hands. Esrevinu started preying on people when he was seventeen, and before he turned into a vampire at twenty, he located his biological parents and slaughtered them.

Shortly after, the police became aware of his parents’ expiration—but not the slayer. He had murdered his past. He did not cry. He did not mourn. He laughed and laughed at revenge so sweet. The Daily News labeled him the Harlem Meer Killer. He was responsible for a total of thirteen kills, though authorities knew of some only as missing persons cases.

He had made this morning pilgrimage to reconcile with the woods. He sought redemption, freedom from paralysis, and liberation from damnation. He wanted absolution for the emotionally disconnected crimes he committed. He wished for a fresh start, so he came to pray. Men were frolicking on the rocks, exploring their hedonistic desires. Esrevinu was no exception.

He was lonesome and on the hunt for the companionship of a man, and any man would do. A dark figure lurked beside the rocks, slightly hidden from the light of the moon. Esrevinu was terrified and intrigued. The figure began to move. Out of the shadows appeared the most alluring male. He almost floated over the top of the rocks. He beckoned Esrevinu over as he lay down on the rocks and unzipped his pants.

With the stroke of his fingernail, he cut across his lower stomach and introduced his blood to Esrevinu. “I’m Sebastian—Prince Sebastian,” he said in a tone that almost resembled a growl. He pulled his midnight-black hair away from his face, revealing his golden fangs. “Hi, I’m Esrevinu.” Esrevinu removed his shirt and took a step forward. The air was frigid.

Esrevinu’s exposed chest was as inviting as the night, and Sebastian desired him. Just as Esrevinu’s vision became accustomed to the gloom, Sebastian leaped up and pushed him against a tree.

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