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Nature photographer Sebastian Arnett, and the evil spider demon who possesses him, Empaya Iba, return in Beware the Spider.Beware the Spider - 3D small

Empaya Iba, they call me,

My enemies and slaves.

So begins Chapter 1.

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Independence Day GnT

With the July Fourth holiday staring us in the face with its usual high heat and humidity, I thought it appropriate to pass on a recipe for a refreshing drink from the hero of my Black Orchid Chronicles.


Sebastian Arnett takes photos of flowers, orchids in particular. Orchids grow best in warm, humid locales, so after a morning of shooting, he likes to cool off with a libation.

His favorite, of course, is Tanqueray gin and tonic. In his words:

 “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” I said, as I fixed drinks in the pantry off the kitchen. We both preferred gin—Hendricks and a chunk of lime for the old man, Tanqueray classic and diet tonic, 50-50 proportions, with a large wedge of lime for me.

Here’s how he does it:


Ice melts quickly under the influence of all that gin.

  1. Fill tall glass with ice.
  2. Squeeze one-quarter lime (or more) over ice.
  3. Fill glass half-way with gin.
  4. Add tonic (diet tonic if you drink a lot of them ’cause tonic water is like mainlining sugar).
  5. Stir, don’t shake. (James Bond insists; Sebastian just doesn’t own a shaker.)
  6. Bottoms up!

Note: Tanqueray is NOT sponsor of this blog, but some days I wish it were.

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Writer’s Burden Crushes Chair

Desk chair collapseMy daily companion for many years collapsed yesterday under the weight of writing three books: HOTEL CONSTELLATION: Notes from America’s Secret War in Laos; The Mark of the Spider; and most recently, Beware the Spider.

That’s right. My desk chair died.

I was not injured, but the sound of the left arm giving way under the strain of tens of thousands of typed words startled me from my day dreams. I mean, it interrupted my plotting of a new story for readers.

Fortunately, one of the office supply stores is having a sale on chairs (ending tomorrow), and I got a new one for less than what the old one cost.

You served me well, chair. RIP.