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Hello, my name is Reb. And I'm a wanton Fontaholic. I'm addicted to experimentation with type fonts in hopes of seducing the reader by force. Furthermore, I'm a multiple stylistic substance abuser. Like a crackhead who's also hooked on alcohol, cigarettes, junk food, texting, unimaginative sex and Hannibal, I am helpless against the temptation to use italics, bold face, CAPITAL LETTERS, different type fonts and type sizes. For example. .. I'd like to stop right here and get your attention by  screaming :        FOR GOD'S SAKE PUT YOUR               CELL               PHONES                DOWN                &   READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY! I faced the full scope of my Fontaholism when I set out rewrite my third Kelley Wilde horror novel, Mastery (now MonsterTime). I'd experimented in previ...

Imagine a duel of titans:    Harpo Marx vs.    A creature who looks both like that and like this:                                                 The concept still rings my bells after all these years. Halley's Comet, in 1986, sends a trainload of passengers scream-rolling back in time to 1906 San Francisco--the year of the Great Quake.  And I had some cool tricks to go with it: 1) Also on the train is a new kind of vampire. Austin Blacke looks like the Sundance Kid...but can also transform to a hyena or python--and even change his face. Blacke goes into immediate 'blood shock', desperately needing the blood of his day. 2) Unaware they're being stalked, the passengers face other perils. They're quickly 'made' as  strangers   because of their money, clothes and speech. A few adapt clever disguises--including the h...