“68% of the Universe is dark energy. It is a complete mystery what it is.” National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA)
In a dark universe, a planet churns in the bowels of chaos.
In a story that spans over 100 years, The Demon Rift begins when it tears through the darkness of a parallel universe and creates a path of destruction that starts in Victorian England. Soon, it snakes through turn-of-the-century New York and San Francisco and a wintry Ohio landscape until it finds the desolate playground of an orphanage.
And then, it’s 2004 on Christmas Eve in a small Ohio town. There are no smart phones, no Facebook, no Snapchat or Instagram. “The Mall” is the town square, a place to hang for mall rats and best friends and a mecca for shoppers. But, it is also a place where something waits to feed, something on the other side of The Demon Rift..
It was old when, peering though the shifting folds of the barrier, it glimpsed our world. It witnessed Earth’s smoldering beginning, its parade of life and the rise of Man. And it entered our dreams, whispering, cajoling and hissing promises of glory and power, but instead, it means to feed on our destruction. To gain unfettered access, there must be a rift in the barrier and so, it creates a saboteur.
The child stepped into the light. Curious, the eyes . . . their color looked almost yellow. Perhaps it was the lamplight. One would think them hazel, then a sort of green with flecks of gold . . . Red pools swirled in the yellow eyes as the boy began to smile, his mouth widening into an impossible grin. Crispin had seen that grin once before, at Regents Park. There was a hyena at the London Zoo . . . The boy cocked his head. “What were you thinking?” Thinking? I’m thinking . . . his feet were caught in ice. Not possible . . . ice. His body was a BLOCK OF ICE. The bottle was part of him. Knock him hard, and he would smash into a million bits, slivers and shards. The ship tilted and he began to slide . . . his feet paralyzed . . . stiff . . . a bloke in ice, a block of ice . . . tilting/listing/ swinging, up and down . . . rolling on the rail . . . what kind of splash . . . His heart slowed, the blood hesitating . . . still a drop left for a hungry shark.
The Demon Rift is available on Amazon in paperback and on Kindle. Here’s a link to the Kindle version: The Demon Rift
I live in Southern California. After working as an actress and then, as a casting director, I became a credentialed English teacher. While teaching English, I began to write. I have always loved a good horror novel. My tablet is full of stories of ghosts, vampires, witches, werewolves and inexplicable evil by established writers and some less known. Family stories include Great Uncle Arthur, who had been an inmate at the Ohio State Penitentiary, which famously burned to the ground in 1930, killing 320 prisoners. No one knows what caused the prison to burn, but there are stories of ghosts–prisoners still trapped where the prison once stood. The early part of the 20th century was a hard time to be poor, especially for children. I remember my grandfather’s description of being a “charity kid” in an Ohio orphanage during the early 1900’s. These family stories led to The Demon Rift.
When I was fifteen, we moved from Kentucky to a small house in Glendale California, where I discovered a treasure–a cardboard box filled with science fiction paperbacks. Heinlein’s Have Spacesuit Will Travel was the only sci fi novel I had come across in the small Kentucky library I left behind. It was a blissful summer. There were stories by Asimov, Sturgeon, Bradbury and eerie novels like The Circus of Dr. Lao. I have loved science fiction since the house in Glendale. Tales from Babylon Dreams, a novel taking place in virtual reality is my second novel. Another short story, “The Seventh Folding of Willow Sprite,” is about an online romance gone wrong.
Here’s a link to my interview on Ginger Nuts of Horror: Five Minutes with Marjorie Kaye
I’ve also co-authored articles on the science of dreams published in the Huffington Post.
Currently, I’m working on The Daevas, a novel chronicling the life of a woman who is stalked by demi-gods and Shemathra’s Realm, a sequel to Tales from Babylon Dreams.
Links to my Huffington Post Dream articles and my short stories, "The Why of Denise," and "The Seventh Folding of Willow Sprite" published on Strange Fictions-zine: