FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN–The Paperback!

Rejoice, Friends of FRAULEIN!

Now you no longer have to read FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN on a screen. Many of you loyal fans have been longing to hold a real, physical copy of the novel in your hands since it was published as an ebook by Kindle Press last September. Now, publisher Robert Barr and the good folks of Shadowridge Press have made your dream a reality by putting out a beautiful new paperback edition of the book.

To celebrate the paperback’s release, I’ll be signing copies at the Vintage Paperback Show this Sunday, March 19th, at 2pm. And as a special bonus, everyone who buys the book will get a FREE copy of the gorgeous, illustrated chapbook of ONE NIGHT AT THE VILLA DIODATI, the Shadowridge compendium of the Gothic stories written exclusively for this blog. Just take a gander at this cover::

 

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This amazing chapbook, a $10 value, is yours FREE with the purchase of the  FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN paperback (while supplies last). WHAT A DEAL!!!

So, if you are fortunate enough to live in Southern California, come to the Vintage Paperback Show, where you’ll find a slew of other great authors and books, including my Villa Diodati coauthors Kelly Dunn (Mutation Nation and Beloved of the Fallen) and Peter Atkins (Morningstar and Big Thunder and the screenplays for Hellraiser II, III, and IV). You may find details of the event here:

Los Angeles Vintage Paperback Show

Hope to see you there! And stay tuned for news of other upcoming signings and promotions.

For those of you who can’t make it to a SoCal signing…fear not! You may still order your heirloom-worthy paperback copy of FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN here:

Paperback FRAULEIN FRANKSTEIN Order Page on Amazon

You may also purchase a copy of the ONE NIGHT AT THE VILLA DIODATI chapbook here:

One Night at the Villa Diodati Order Page on Amazon

Happy reading and STAY GOTHIC!!!

TO BOLDLY GO WHERE WANNABE TREKKIES HAVE GONE BEFORE!: My Adventures as a Next Generation Extra

 

Okay, this doesn’t really have much to do with my new novel FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN (which you may find for purchase here on Amazon), but an interested reader stumbled across the fact that, for a brief time in my checkered past, I served as an extra and stand-in on Star Trek: The Next Generation, thereby upping my “geek cred” among sci-fi nerds throughout the Federation. Said reader asked if I would share some reminiscences of my Trek sojourn, and since followers of this blog tend to be fans of all things fantastic, I thought you might enjoy hearing some of the Adventures of Ensign Woodworth.

My Hollywood experience prior to Trek had been limited to some extra work on that timeless classic Teen Wolf, Too!, which filmed on campus at my alma mater Pomona College while I was a student there. I composed part of what the filmmakers referred to as “background action” or “atmosphere.” I found the latter term rather insulting, since it made us extras sound like nebulous, gaseous beings who would simply dissipate when the director yelled “Cut!” Nevertheless, I had fun on the set, despite catching a horrible stomach flu that nearly caused me to puke on star Jason Bateman as I rode behind him in a shuttle van when the last day’s shoot wrapped.

My first gig on Next Generation was as an unnamed, uncredited (of course) “security officer,” which in Classic Trek would have made me a “redshirt.” (Hence, the photo above.)  Alas, I did not get to die horribly in the first act of either of the two episodes in which I was cast! (I would be remiss if I did not express gratitude to my childhood friend David Trotti, who was 2nd Assistant Director on the show and without whom I would never have had the opportunity to take part in it)

My stint began with the show’s costumers at Paramount Studios fitting me for my sleek, one-piece gold jumpsuit Next Generation uniform. To ensure an absolutely wrinkle-free veneer, I had to wear a special tuck-in tank top and brief undergarment combination. The jumpsuit worn over the undergarment consisted of a stretchy, Lycra-type material with bungee-type straps that ran underneath the soles of the costume’s boots to pull the entire outfit taut. This arrangement made the outfit look super-snappy, but it felt like I had giant rubber bands dragging down my shoulders all day. Furthermore, the uniform had no fly; in order to relieve yourself, you had to unzip the jumpsuit and essentially drop the entire costume down around your knees. The design made me wonder if people in the future will be genetically altered so they never need to go to the bathroom.

Sadly, I only got to be a human crew member on Next Generation. I was hoping I might get cast as an alien, not only because that would be even cooler from a geek standpoint, but because I’d get a “bump” in pay, as we extras say. I gather the amount of the “bump” depended on what percentage of your face they had to cover with makeup: a little bit more for a latex wrinkle across the bridge of your nose, more still for the ridged scalp of a Klingon, and most of all if they had to remake your whole visage.

Both of the scenes for which I served as “atmosphere” for Trek took place in Ten Forward, the lounge where Enterprise crew members go to unwind after a hard day of dodging photon torpedoes and repairing overloaded dilithium-crystal warp drives. No doubt this pub serves its squeaky-clean crew Trek patrons nothing but non-alcoholic smoothies and juice cocktails! (Actually, I vaguely recall reading a copy of the Next Generation series bible that stated that the drinks in Ten Forward are chemically designed to give crew members a pleasant buzz that, somehow, they can immediately shake off if the ship needs all hands sober on deck for an emergency. No bar fights, and the Enterprise navigators are never DUI! And, as I mentioned earlier, you never have to go to the bathroom, even after all that drinking. What a truly utopian future awaits us in the Trek universe!)

I first reported for duty in the Next Generation episode “Masks,” in which an alien archive starts to transform the Enterprise into a replica of what looks to be a Mayan temple. As I indicated, I was in a crowd scene in Ten Forward, strolling through the bar in the background with a colorful (and completely innocuous) cocktail in one hand while chatting with an attractive red-headed female navigator. Unfortunately, this scene appears to have ended up on the proverbial cutting-room floor. (Not because of me, I hope!) At least, I have been unable to spot myself in the show in the couple of times I’ve watched the episode.

My second tour of duty on the Enterprise came in the episode “Bloodlines,” which centers around a young man who may—or may not—be Captain Jean-Luc Picard’s son. Again, the scene takes place in Ten Forward, where Picard and his presumed offspring are having an intense discussion. This time, I actually made the final cut: You can see me (albeit out-of-focus) in my gold security officer’s uniform seated at a table behind Picard’s “son,” where I am playing a futuristic checkers game with an older, African-American crew member. The actor playing my opponent was a very warm, funny gentleman who cracked me up with the flamboyant, enthusiastic jumps he made with his space-age checkers. Neither of us knew any rules for the game we were supposed to be playing, but whatever they were, he was clearly winning.

The rest of my work on Next Generation was off-camera as a stand-in for Picard’s “son” and for Brent Spiner, beloved by the known universe as that affable android Commander Data. As I was of a similar height and hair color to these two actors, the camera crew would use me to set the lighting, sharpen their focus, and practice any camera movements prior to the actual shot. I have particularly fond memories of Brent Spiner, who went out of his way to introduce himself and shake hands with me the first day I served as his stand-in. (Shaking hands with Data—I was in geek heaven!)

Spiner was as much fun off-camera as on. In between takes, he and Michael Dorn, who played the formidable Klingon Worf, would amuse themselves (and everyone else) by doing improv comedy. During one rehearsal for a scene on the Bridge, Patrick Stewart as Picard barked an order at the two of them, and they both dropped to the ground and crawled away like groveling slaves. On another occasion, they adopted the accents of Borscht Belt comedians and ad-libbed an incredible routine as the screenwriting Epstein brothers, doing a hilarious Yiddish version of Casablanca. (“This could be the start of a beautiful frayndshaft!”)

Messrs. Spiner & Dorn were not the only ones with a sense of humor on the show. In this pre-HD era, the set designers took advantage of the fact that the home audience would never be able to read the blurry, out-of-focus labels on the Enterprise’s control panels. They embedded several inside jokes on the Bridge and elsewhere, including a set of buttons devoted to the “Improbability Drive” from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

My contact with the other principal actors on the series was limited, although I was seated on the ground near Patrick Stewart at one point when he stumbled slightly and used my shoulder to catch himself, for which he apologized like the English gentleman he is. (Picard almost fell on me! I was in geek heaven again.)

Those are the high points of my personal Star Trek voyage. I would love to post a picture of me in my security officer’s outfit, but everything Trek-related is so thoroughly copyrighted and trademarked that you’ll just have to take my word about how dashing I looked in uniform. Or squint really hard as you watch that one Ten Forward scene in “Bloodlines.”

Until our next blog journey…LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!

ONE NIGHT AT THE VILLA DIODATI, PART 4: JOHN WILLIAM POLIDORI

Born in 1795, John Polidori displayed a precocious aptitude for the medical profession, graduating from the University of Edinburgh at the age of nineteen. However, he never seemed content with his promising career as a physician and nurtured literary ambitions that would remain largely unfulfilled, leading to a short and tragic life. Despite his failure to make a name for himself as a writer, Polidori rather unwittingly made an indelible contribution to the field of horror fiction by introducing modern readers to the folkloric figure of the vampire.

His attraction to the glamour of the literati led the young Dr. Polidori to wheedle his way into a position as Lord Byron’s personal physician, and he accompanied the poet on his trip to the Continent in 1816. Indeed, Polidori’s diary serves as one of the primary firsthand accounts of Byron’s meeting with the Shelleys and of the celebrated ghost story competition at the Villa Diodati. The physician doubtless also deserves credit for contributing his medical knowledge to the discussions that inspired Mary Shelley’s conception of the overreaching medical student Victor Frankenstein.

Unfortunately, the relationship between Byron and Polidori was strained from the beginning and deteriorated rapidly. Polidori had an obsessive, fan-like attraction to Byron and quickly became catty and jealous whenever his Lordship lavished attention on Percy Shelley or anyone else. Meanwhile, Byron evidently considered his traveling companion an ingratiating toady and irritating nuisance, “exactly the kind of person to whom, if he fell overboard, one would hold out a straw to know if the adage be true that drowning men catch at straws.” (Byron’s words, not mine.) He effectively sacked Polidori not long after their sojourn at the Villa Diodati, and Polidori’s life entered a downward spiral after the two men parted company. Depressed by gambling debts and failed careers and relationships, John Polidori committed suicide by ingesting a lethal dose of Prussic acid (better known as cyanide) in 1821, just shy of his 26th birthday.

According to Mary Shelley, Polidori’s original contribution to the ghost story challenge at the Villa Diodati centered around a skull-headed lady. At some later date, however, he composed a far more memorable tale. Evidently inspired by the enigmatic character of Augustus Darvell in the “Fragment of a Novel” that Byron produced for the competition—and, more likely, by the aloof and sardonic personality of Byron himself—Polidori wrote “The Vampyre,” featuring “Lord Ruthven,” the first fictional bloodsucking noble in modern English literature. Literary critics generally agree that Lord Ruthven served as a model to Bram Stoker when he created his more illustrious vampire nobleman, Count Dracula.

What follows is a narrative with almost the same title but a very different tale to tell.

 

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THE VAMP-PYRE

by

John William Polidori

(as channeled by Stephen Woodworth)

On my left, Warrick pitched the limp bulk of a pregnant woman onto the heap of corpses in front of us, while Lafontaine tossed a small boy atop the mound from the right.

“Think that’s the last of ’em,” Warrick declared. His shirt was slashed as if by a tiger’s claws, its front blotched and spattered with crimson. The blood was not his.

“We need to be certain,” I said. “We cannot allow even one to rise. Go search again, and make haste—we haven’t much time.” With a torch in one hand and a wooden stake in the other, Warrick headed back to the desolate village, and I turned to Lafontaine. “Philippe, help me scatter the kindling.”

The charnel mountain had piled higher than my head, with more than a hundred livid cadavers sprawled on top of one another in disarray. Old and young, rich and poor, men, women, and children, all tangled together. For nearly a week, the strange contagion had ravaged the village. Every body bore the telltale puncture wounds—most on the neck, some on the wrist, and some…in far more intimate places. The stakes we’d used to despatch them still protruded from the chests of many of the bodies. We’d had to go from door to door, house to house, to get them all.

But one could not rely on the accuracy of the stake. If one missed the heart by even an inch, the accursed victim might still revive and wreak havoc. Immolation was the only sure solution.

I placed bundles of twigs around the heap in a ring, and Lafontaine followed after, using a pitchfork taken from one of the dead farmers to stuff dry straw in among the sticks. We then doused wood and flesh alike with whisky from jugs we’d found in the village’s abandoned tavern. Taking up the burning torches we’d stabbed handle-down into the soft soil, we stood to wait for Warrick.

The will-o’-the-wisp of Warrick’s torch bobbed through the benighted hamlet. The eyes of darkened windows glowed fretfully as he probed each thatched-roof cottage. At last, he returned, carrying no corpse.

“Empty as a drunkard’s purse,” he declared.

“Then let’s have done with it,” I said, and touched my torch to the liquor-soaked barrier of sticks and straw.

The fire caught quickly, the twigs popping and snapping, their evaporating sap spitting smoke redolent of willow and oak. Lafontaine and Warrick continued around the oval, thrusting their torches at the kindling until the entire mound of corpses was skirted by flame.

Then the bodies themselves began to smolder. The acrid stink of singed hair and woolen clothing tainted the air, followed soon by the oddly appetizing scent of fresh, roasting meat.

When it seemed that the fire had engulfed the mass of carrion without incident, I turned to the others. “Enough, lads! Let us rest—”

“Garde-toi!” Lafontaine exclaimed. “Behind you!”

I’d barely glanced back toward the bonfire when I felt a pair of vise-like hands seize the lapels of my frock-coat, dragging me toward the blaze. I found myself nose-to-nose with a face awash in flame, the visage shriveling to a death’s-head as if it were burning paper. The figure’s entire body was sheathed in fire but for its blackened, grasping hands, and I recognized it solely by its distended stomach: the pregnant woman was trying to claw her way out of our mass cremation. She let out a hideous banshee scream, her breath gusting in my face with the hot fury of a forge, and I feared she would set me afire.

Then her wail shrilled even louder as Lafontaine snatched up the pitchfork and drove its prongs into her chest. Still, she did not let go of me. I beat at her with the burning torch I still clutched, and her grip loosened as the fire consumed her limbs. Like the devil he was, Lafontaine used the pitchfork to thrust her back into the pyre.

Even then, the horror did not end. Bubbling with fried fat, the woman’s belly, like a well-cooked sheep’s bladder, burst open, and the unborn infant pawed blindly for freedom. Leeched of blood like its mother, it now shared her curse of abominable resurrection. Still leashed to her by its umbilicus, it scrabbled out of its charred womb only to dangle in the flames, mewling piteously.

“Over here!” Warrick yelled.

Lafontaine and I tore our gaze from the ghastly un-birth to see Warrick swinging his own torch at a tall, emaciated man who had erupted daemoniacally from the other side of the funereal mound. Before we could help Warrick stop him, the flaming figure had leapt onto the grass outside the bonfire’s oval. He began a frantic, staggering run, his scarecrow arms flailing and flaring against the black night sky. Warrick pursued him, and when the man stumbled and fell, Warrick batted at the man’s head with his torch until the burning skull broke from the quivering body and rolled away.

An ominous moaning drew our attention back to the pyre. We saw the dark heart of the fire pulsing, the mountain of corpses undulating as if alive. Flickering silhouettes appeared behind the curtain of flames as buried victims groped their way out of the carnage only to be immolated. They did a horrid dance of agony, screaming and screeching, as if already tormented by the furnace of Hades.

With pitchfork and torches, Lafontaine, Warrick, and I beat back all those who tried to escape the pyre. Penned within, they ultimately succumbed to the flames, their charred skeletons collapsing back into the fire like so much kindling. The heap of corpses diminished and lay still, its only sound the snap and sizzle of burning flesh.

At last, Lafontaine threw down his pitchfork. “C’est tout, mes amis!”

He grinned, his lips and chin still red with dried gore from our most recent feast. Warrick laughed, baring his own crimsoned fangs.

I winced. I could not help but pity the pathetic creatures that I’d seen shrieking and withering in the conflagration, and could not keep from imagining the inferno that awaited us if we ever ended up in the Hell we so richly deserved.

I could still taste the salty, metallic tang of blood on my own tongue. We three had fed well since our arrival in the village, but now that we had exhausted the local prey, we needed to ensure that none of our victims became members of the un-dead themselves. Too many vampyres marauding the countryside would alert the natives to our existence and might endanger our capacity to hunt, and that would never do. Thus, we killed our prey twice—once by draining their blood, and then again by stake when they turned from human souls to creatures of hunger and darkness like ourselves. Afterward, we consigned the bodies to the flames to be certain there were no survivors.

We watched the fire burn late into the night. The mound crumbled into a pile of blackened bones and dimming embers. With dawn approaching, we sought shelter in one of the town’s vacant houses, drawing shades and closing shutters on the windows to keep the sun off our sleeping forms.

At fall of dusk, we shall rise again and journey out under cover of darkness to find another village and more souls to send into fiery perdition.

THE END

Copyright 2016 by Stephen Woodworth

Nothing like a roaring fire to ward off those winter chills, eh, fiends? Er, I mean, “friends.” If you liked this morsel of morbidity, please SHARE it with your own fiends–friends–and check out the terror tales from Percy Shelley, Mary Shelley, and Lord Byron.

And don’t forget: For a limited time, you can get a Kindle ebook of FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN for the INCREDIBLE BARGAIN PRICE of *ONLY 99 CENTS*! That’s a deal so good, it’s scary! But this deal won’t last long. Order yours NOW, and SHARE the deal with everyone on your holiday horror list! Click the link below to order:

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN Amazon Order Page

Thanks for reading. Until next we meet at the Villa Diodati…STAY GOTHIC!

FRAULEIN Welcomes You to Castle Frankenstein!

As we enter the month of October, FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN is preparing for the ultimate Halloween Monster Bash. She invites you to enter the ancient medieval fortress where she was brought to life–Castle Frankenstein!

The accompanying photo shows the real Burg Frankenstein in Darmstadt, Germany, ancestral home of a line of barons that can trace its heritage back to the tenth century A.D. A bas-relief in a nearby church depicts one of the illustrious barons, Georg von Frankenstein, in full armor, victoriously trampling a serpent-like creature underfoot, so the family has had a special connection to monsters throughout the ages. Although the true-life Castle Frankenstein does not appear in Mary Shelley’s original story, some scholars believe that Shelley visited the castle as she traveled the Continent prior to writing the novel and that it provided her the legendary name of the title character .

When writing FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN, I thought it would be fun to have FRAULEIN born in her namesake castle, and so I researched Burg Frankenstein and Darmstadt and set much of the book in that vicinity. I hope this real-world detail will give adventurous readers a visceral “you are there” Gothic ambience!

The ebook of the novel is now available from Kindle Press for the bargain price of only $2.99. Here’s the link to the order page on Amazon:

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN Order Page on Amazon

Please Like and Share this post to let any fellow monster mavens know about the book. For those who’ve received advanced copies, I hope that you are enjoying the story and will share your enthusiasm with other readers by posting a brief review on Amazon and by recommending the novel to your friends online. Thanks again for all your support, and let’s get ready for a Mad Monster Par-tay!

 

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN…Unwrapped!

At long last, FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN has been unleashed on an unsuspecting world! The ebook of the novel is now available from Kindle Press for only $2.99. Here’s the link to the order page on Amazon:

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN Order Page

Please Like and Share this post to let any fellow monster mavens know about the book. For those who’ve received advanced copies, I hope that you are enjoying the story and will express your enthusiasm with other readers by posting a brief review on Amazon and by recommending the novel to your friends online. Thanks again for all your support!

Your FRANKENSTEIN Playlist!

Greetings, Friends of FRAULEIN!

In honor of tomorrow’s official release by Amazon’s Kindle Press of my new novel FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN, your humble mad scientist DJ has assembled a set of his favorite Frankenstein songs–a soundtrack for the laboratory of your mind. Igor, spin those platters!

  1. “Frankenstein,” The Edgar Winter Group. The classic instrumental monster jam. Winter said he spliced together scraps of several unfinished songs he’d recorded, a process that reminded him of how Frankenstein cobbled together his creature from the disparate parts of dead bodies. Hence, the song’s title. The resulting tune is so apropos that it’s hard not hear the thumping keyboard bass line as the monster clomping its way toward some unsuspecting village.
  2. “Teenage Frankenstein,” Alice Cooper. I suspect most of us felt like this at some point during adolescence: an ill-proportioned freak put together by someone who didn’t quite know what he was doing.
  3. “She’s Got a Frankenstein,” The Scared Stiffs. A paean to the delights and detriments of loving a make-her-yourself woman. The Scared Stiffs are one of my all-time favorite Halloween bands, and this track is from their spooktacular second album, The Last Horror Movie.
  4. “It’s ALIVE!,” Bobby “Boris” Pickett. Pickett is best-known for that Halloween perennial “Monster Mash.” “Mash” is, of course, a Frankenstein chestnut in its own right, but I thought you monster mavens might enjoy hearing this catchy, lesser-known “sequel” song, which Pickett recorded thirty years after the original.
  5. “Frankenhooker,” The 69 Eyes. It is hard to imagine a guiltier pleasure than the demented slapstick B-movie Frankenhooker, the (abnormal) brainchild of writer/director Frank Henenlotter, who also gave us such celebrated cinematic mutants as Basket Case and Brain Damage. Unless, of course, the guiltier pleasure happened to be a song based on said movie. This is a track by a great Finnish heavy-metal band called The 69 Eyes, who have also done English-language musical tributes to such horror movies as Lost Boys, Pitch Black, and From Dusk ’til Dawn. And, yes, both the movie and the song “Frankenhooker” deal with a prostitute composed of pieces of dead prostitutes. A lady of the night, indeed!
  6. “Weird Science,” Oingo Boingo. Danny Elfman meets John Hughes–’nuff said! I’m sure I wasn’t the only teenage boy in the ’80s who wished he could fabricate Kelly LeBrock in his bedroom.
  7. “Over at the Frankenstein Place,” The Rocky Horror Show. Of course, several songs from the musical and movie about Dr. Frank N. Furter and company would fit in this list, but I chose this song as the one that most explicitly references Frankenstein…and is also one of the prettiest of the lot.
  8. “Feed My Frankenstein,” Alice Cooper. The King of Shock Rock returns with another Frankenstein hit, in this case using the monster as a metaphor for sexual appetite. Listen closely for a cameo by Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, at the end of the song.
  9. “Here Comes the Bride (The Bride of Frankenstein),” Elvira (featuring Fred Schneider). Did somebody say “Elvira”? In honor of FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN, I had to include this swell novelty song by the one-and-only Mistress of the Dark. Fred Schneider, frontman of the B-52’s, adds the perfect touch of mad-scientist quirk to the chorus.
  10. “Body Shoppin’,” The Scared Stiffs. Although not directly inspired by Mary Shelley’s classic, this Scared Stiffs song is definitely in the Frankenstein tradition, since it draws its inspiration from the 1962 Frankensteinian B-movie The Brain that Wouldn’t Die. The movie concerns a surgeon whose girlfriend gets decapitated in a tragic traffic accident–hey, these things happen! Our enterprising hero manages to keep the head alive, then goes out cruising the red-light district looking for a woman with the perfect body onto which he can graft his girlfriend’s head. Both moody and tongue-in-cheek, the Scared Stiffs song manages to make this silly scenario both hilarious and haunting, accenting the melancholy tune with eerie quotations from the original movie.

Well, that’s it for this set! I would love to hear any suggestions you have for other Frankenstein tracks, so please offer your “requests” in the Comments section. I realize there are at least two entire musicals based on Frankenstein from which I haven’t drawn a single song. For those interested in either Young Frankenstein: The Musical or Frankenstein: A New Musical, my lovely monster mate Kelly Dunn wrote an excellent article for Famous Monsters of Filmland in which she interviewed Shuler Hensley, who had the distinction of playing the Monster in both shows. You may find her article in in this issue.

You can hear many of these songs and other cool, spooky tunes on my favorite internet Halloween radio station, http://www.halloweenradio.net. I also recommend the Slacker radio app, which offers both mainstream and indie rock Halloween radio stations.

And when you’re done rocking out to these monster hits, don’t forget to check out FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN. The ebook is available on Amazon for only $2.99–more monster for your dollar! Here’s the link:

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN Amazon Order Page

Thanks for reading…and listening! Please LIKE and SHARE this list with any fellow Frankenstein music fans you may know. Stay tuned for more Frankenstein fun!

Calling all FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN fanatics! I need YOUR reviews!

Dear Friends of FRAULEIN,

Well, the official release of FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN is only a week away, and the excitement here in the laboratory is, quite literally, electric. I hope that those of you who’ve received your special, free advance copies of the ebook are already enjoying the story. Again, thank you all for the votes that made the book possible.

If you like the novel, I would greatly appreciate it if you would take a few minutes to leave a brief review on its Amazon page here:

FRAULEIN FRANKENSTEIN Amazon Order Page

Your review can be as short as the Monster’s: “Book GOOD!”  🙂   Your recommendations would mean a lot to me and to potential readers who might enjoy FRAULEIN’s adventures.  Thank you for your continuing support, and stay tuned for more Frankenstein fun!