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In a Coffee Shop (Fourth-Wall Friday Author Spotlight with D. David Blalock)

Fourth-Wall Friday is a new feature where I get to feature a author I have either reviewed, will review or have yet to review or just have over for Tea and Bacon! It is an idea which stemmed from a piece that Natasha Troop did for me while I was still reading the first in her series Lakebridge Cycle (which I reviewed last Saturday). It is in a way a form of interactive inner conversation in which the author is presenting him or herself in a way that adds even more depth and enlightenment to their own author persona, their writing and the world from their tales.

Today I am honored to have a piece from you that after seeing these two  at the coffee shop I quickly asked if H. David Blalock from Angelkiller fame if he would be so kind as to let us into his conversation, this is what he shared.



They have moved on, the survivors. After they buried their dead and said the words, they moved on to continue the Conflict elsewhere, as they have done hundreds of times before.

But before they did, they talked to me.

I think I am just another way to fight the endless Conflict, another tool in their armory, though I use words instead of bullets and novels instead of bombs. They told me they used every method possible to accomplish their goal, and I am happy… no, I am honored to be one.

You see, now I know the Truth of why bad things happen to good people. I understand the reason for war, famine, pestilence and death. It’s because in the War between the Light and the Dark, the Dark won.

I know that’s hard to believe. I had trouble believing it myself at first, but then I took a hard look around me and realized it was the only explanation. When they first revealed it to me, I wanted to deny it but couldn’t. I wanted to say they were insane, that the good always wins out, but the words stuck in my throat. For the first time in my life, I found myself without words, just despair.

I should have known better. The Light might have lost the battle, but they never gave up the War. You see, the Dark kind of cheated by embroiling humanity in the Conflict. The very goal of the War, supremacy over humanity, was coerced and deceived into working for the Dark. The Light, forbidden to harm humanity in any way, retreated from the Conflict and the Dark set about convincing its unwitting ally that they had won a great victory against Evil.

It was the Deceptions to end all Deceptions, and it goes on until this day.

How did I come by this knowledge? I can’t give myself any credit for it. As I said, I am merely a means to an end, that end being to reveal the Truth of the Deception and help bring an end to the Conflict.

I was sitting in a coffee shop, mulling over my latest fantasy manuscript and cursing at the latest plot problem when a man sat down across the table from me. I looked up from my notebooks, totally unaware of what was about to happen, and was immediately taken aback by his appearance.

Outwardly, he looked to be about thirty, with thick dark hair and hazel eyes set in a face that belied that age. His eyes were brilliant and compelling, the eyes of a man who has seen too much and is haunted by the knowledge he is doomed to see much more. His frame filled the chair and I estimated his height at just over six feet, and the grace with which he sat and his easy manner made me think of a gymnast or acrobat. The contrast between himself and me was startling.

“Hello, David,” he said in a pleasant baritone voice.

“Hello?” I replied. “Do I know you?”

“No, but I have a story to tell and wanted you to write it.”

“I already have a lot of projects,” I began, thinking he was one of those people who accosted writers with their pet projects. I ran into those quite a lot, in spite of not having fame or fortune. Writers attract them like honey attracts… well, you know. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the time…”

“Please, just give me a few moments. I think you’ll find this most interesting.”

I don’t exactly know why I didn’t excuse myself, gather my notebooks and leave. I have done that before and probably will again. It was something in his tone, or maybe in his look, that gave me pause. After a moment, I found myself nodding.

“All right. A few minutes,” I agreed.

Would that I had known what he told me then when I was much younger! How much more effective could I have been in this Conflict.

I will not here go into what he told me. There isn’t enough room to do it justice. I sat for the next two hours listening to him speak, and though I took not a single note I remember it all vividly. I have since spent many days trying to do justice to that narrative. I hope I have done it at least a modicum of justice.

I have changed the names and places for obvious reasons, but the heart of the story is true. I mourn for the lost and revel in their triumph. I honor their sacrifice and look on each day given me as another blessing because, knowing the Truth, I live now more fully and appreciate life more.

The Enemy might call him “Angelkiller“. I am privileged to call him “friend”.

Born in San Antonio, Texas, David spent the majority of his formative years in Jacksonville, Florida. At the age of 16, his family moved to the Panama Canal Zone where David finished school and entered employment with the Department of Defense as a Powerhouse Electrician.

Hiring into the FAA in 1977, he returned with his wife and two daughters to the States and settled briefly in Gulfport, MS. Then, in 1981 he moved to Memphis, TN, as an Air Traffic Controller for the Memphis ARTCC. There he remained until his retirement in 2008.

Besides his novels, David’s writing has appeared in numerous anthologies, magazines, webzines, and writer’s sites.

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  1. Great post I really need to have David on my own blog too
    Show me some love!

  2. I love this! What a fantastic post. I love the idea of running into a character at a coffee shop and hearing a story. Must read it now!

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