Welcome to Biting-Edge, a blog shared by authors and vampire experts, Mario Acevedo and Jeanne Stein. We’ll cover urban fantasy, vampires, pop culture, and all things Joss Whedon. Unlike other fantasy blogs, we don’t insist on body cavity searches (unless you ask politely). Snarkiness is most welcome...though we won't promise not to bite back!
Fangs, hipsters, and a drop through the Stratosphere
Mario here:
It's one week to
Mile Hi Con 44 and Biting-Edge will be there all weekend. Besides lots of fantastic panels, catch our Author Guest of Honor
Cherie Priest and Toastmaster
Stephen Graham Jones at the Friday night
Hipster Reading...with Bongos. Get the details from this great flyer, courtesy of artist pal
Eric Matelski.
Dog Fight! The 2012 Authors Invitational Photo Dog Fight organized by Casey Halloway. Monday, my family's Shiba Inu, Scout, goes muzzle-to-muzzle with the mutt from Em Petrova. Grrrr! Go to the
DOG FIGHT and vote for your favorite pooch, which is Scout, of course.

I do some ghost-writing on the side and one book that I had a hand in was
The Natanz Directive, (Thomas Dunne Books) by Fox News security analyst
Wayne Simmons and local author
Mark Graham (who hired me). The hero of this thriller, Jake Conlin, is called back to active duty and sent to Iran on a black ops assignment to stop nuclear Armageddon. The book is getting strong reviews and features Jake Conlin doing a very macho high-altitude parachute drop that would've done
Felix Baumgartner proud.
You're invited. Bonnie Biafore will be reading from and signing copies of her hilarious, Tim Dorsey-esque dumb criminals novel,
Fresh Squeezed. Wednesday, 6-8:30PM at
Hanson's Grill and Tavern, Denver.
I found this amazing blog
Comic Crits where John the blogger writes (or is it draws?) reviews of books in comic panel form. Here's a sample of his amazing work:
Labels: Cherie Priest, Mark Graham, MileHiCon, Scout, Shiba Inu, Stephen Graham Jones, Wayne Simmons
The future, the past, and some naked flesh
Mario here:

Spent the weekend at Starfest 2011.
Besides the usual costume zaniness and excuse to watch a lotta skin...
I put in time with my new pals at Comicfest...


and at Horrorfest presented alongside werewolf/YA/dragon author
Carrie Vaughn...

and "I Love Horror"
Stephen Graham Jones.
This year I noticed a dearth of pirate and Klingon costumes and an explosion of Steampunk. Three years ago at another con, several authors groaned about this thing called
Steampunk and couldn't wait for it to die.

No one was sure what to make of Steampunk other than it gave costumers a chance to wear goggles and tiny hats and sew brass gears to their clothes. Here we are in 2011 and Steampunk keeps getting more omnipresent with ever more fanciful gadgets:


As an opportunity for a fantasy S&M twist:

And yet another occasion for a femme fatale, in this case Aimee Matheny of the
Colorado Chrononauts, to lure the too-willing man to the shoals of self destruction. *guilty*
Catch Aimee in this
9News clip.



Steampunk has evolved into two sects, as it were: the English Victorian and the American Western, each embellished with tropes of the genre: corsets, electro-guns, robots, absinthe, and of course, airships:
While everyone seems to be in agreement about the aesthetics of Steampunk, the literature not so much. Most of the Steampunkers I talked with expressed disappointment in the state of steampunk prose--lots of gimmicks and bling but not enough substance. A few names topped our discussions as the exceptional writers in the genre:
Cherie Priest, Scott Westergard, and
China Mieville.
Labels: Carrie Vaughn, Starfest, Steampunk, Stephen Graham Jones
Whadda ya want unda the Xmas tree?
Mario here:
We're all one-digit midgets as we get close to Christmas. Hopefully, everyone is done shopping for presents. I am and they're all in the mail (or UPS).
But we need to pause and announce the winner of our drawing for Juliet Blackwell shwag. Thanks to all of you who posted comments during the week.
And the winner is...Debi Murray!
Bloody punches were thrown. The audience gasped. Women swooned. Cookies eaten. Books sold. Everyone went home happy.

I've been working my way through Jones' anthology, The Ones That Got Away. Favorite story so far is about a treacherous ship-wrecked werewolf and the porpoises who get revenge. Weird and fascinating.
Years ago, I got a little blah about the whole Holiday spirit thing. But I've tweaked my attitude and enjoy every opportunity for music, mirth, and merriment. Anything to justify appropriate libations and hand waves from pretty carolers.
We've all got a Christmas list and here's mine. Of course, there's the usual: Good will to all, world peace, an end to hunger, yada yada. And also, getting on the NYT bestseller list, phone calls from Steven Spielberg, mega-buck contracts, the unqualified adoration from millions of strangers. You know, the simple things.
But what's Christmas without presents under the tree? Such as:
A Maserati Quattroporte

A Piper Meridian Turboprop
Plus I'll need a destination for that airplane. How about a villa in Tuscany? Something modest.
This is what Jeanne hopes is waiting under her tree.
What's on your list?
So you won't leave this blog empty handed, our special gift to you. From Mr. Christmas Spirit hisself...Weird Al Yankovic.
Happy Holidays!
Labels: Christmas, Jessie Bullington, Juliet Blackwell, Stephen Graham Jones