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Angels Fall by N.S. Beranek

Tired of being told–by straight and gay alike–that he loves “incorrectly,” vampire Ehrichto Salvatolle gave up on the idea of having romantic love long ago. When a member of the created family he’s focused on instead comes under threat from a mysterious illness, Ehrichto strikes a deal with his own sire, to return to the sire’s bed in exchange for his help. But when he meets the great-grandson of the first man to break his heart, Ehrichto spies a chance to have the one thing he’s always wanted: true love.

Lethe Press. Paperback, 270 pages.

 

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Ehrichto met his first love, Patrick Conway, outside the warehouse of the Conway Distillery, near the northwest corner of Fifth and Main Streets in Louisville, KY. At that time it was part of “Whisky Row” and bustling with activity due to its proximity to the wharf. Here’s a photo of the block, back when Ehrichto and Patrick met:

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Decades later, when Ehrichto crosses paths with Patrick’s great-grandson, Michael Conway Ferguson, what building stands on the former site of the distillery? Leave your answer in the comments section below. A winner will be chosen from the correct answers. Be sure to include an email or blog address to be contacted.

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Calm before the storm.

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The Thunder Over Louisville hype is not what brought Ehrichto to the hotel. He’d been stopped in his tracks by the sight that greeted him at Fifth and Main. For a moment he’d wondered if he was somehow on the wrong block, or if maybe they’d re-numbered the streets, any explanation at all besides the obvious and unthinkable, that they’d torn down the Conway Distillery building. But they had. All the buildings on that block were gone, replaced by an angular structure of light brown brick and soaring green glass capped by a rounded, corrugated steel roof. The building looked for all the world like a giant soup can laid on its side.

He was standing, staring at it in horror when a voice to his left said, “I know, right? It’s the only decent block in the whole damned city. I so cannot wait to get to Man-hattan.”

Bardo by N. S. Beranek, forthcoming from Lethe Press.