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A Taste Of “Second Chances”

Most people know me through my work on Vampire: The Masquerade or White Wolf/Onyx Path RPG books in general. Not many know that I also do a lot of work in fiction and on other RPGs, covering a range of topics. This “A Taste Of” series features samples of my work from areas most people might not know about, along with places you can buy the book to read more!

Rounding out my tour of World of Darkness fiction (so far — there’s more to come!), Rose Bailey asked me to write a Vampire: The Requiem long story/short novella for her Strix Chronicle Anthology. We talked ideas back and forth for a while, and she told me what she really wanted was a noir-feeling story about betrayal. From there, I was able to put together exactly that. If you like crime drama and stories of amnesiac vampires, you’ll like “Second Chances.”

If you like this first part and want to read the rest of the novella, you can pick up The Strix Chronicle Anthology from DriveThruFiction!

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Undead Drinks for the New Year

A while back, I asked folks to come up with their favorite drinks based on Vampire: The Masquerade and Vampire: The Requiem. I got a lot of responses. I decided to compile some of my favorites for people to help them with their New Year’s celebrations. End your year on an undead note!

(Note: I haven’t tested any of those, so I have no idea if they’re any good, but I did try to weed out obviously dangerous recipes.)



  • 1/3 oz Jack Daniel’s
  • 1/3 oz tequila
  • 1/3 oz peppermint schnapps
  • 3 oz chilled Coca-Cola

Pour whiskey, tequila, and peppermint schnapps into a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a cocktail glass, fill with chilled Coca-cola, and serve.


Incredible Hulk

  • 1/2 oz Hennessy® cognac
  • 1/2 oz Hpnotiq® liqueur

Stir together the Hennessy cognac and the Hypnotic tropical-fruit liqueur. Serve.


Daeva’s Kiss

  • 2 oz citrus vodka
  • 1 oz Cointreau
  • 1/2 oz deep red fresh pomegranate juice
  • Dash of rose water
  • 1/4 oz fresh lemon juice
  • 3 pomegranate arils

Place the arils into a chilled martini glass. Shake the rest of the ingredients well with ice and strain into the glass. Garnish with a flamed blood orange peel and serve.

Follower of Set

Path of Corruption shot

  • 1/4 shot Whipped Vodka
  • 1/4 shot Citron
  • 1/4 shot grenadine
  • 1/4 Blood Orange Soda
  • 1 glass rimmed in raw sugar

Add citron and whipped vodka to bottom half of shot. Add a dash of grenadine, then layer the blood orange to the top of the drink. Drink.

Gangrel (V:tM and V:tR)


  • 2 oz whiskey
  • 10 oz beer

Fill shot glass with whiskey. Drop full shot glass into beer. Drink immediately.



  • 1 oz Bacardi light rum
  • 1 oz Bacardi dark rum
  • 1/2 oz creme de almond
  • 1/2 oz triple sec
  • sweet and sour mix
  • orange juice
  • 1/2 oz Bacardi 151 rum

Pour light rum, dark rum, creme de almond, and triple sec into an ice-filled hurricane glass. Almost-fill with equal parts of sweet and sour and orange juice. Top with 151 rum. Add a large straw, and serve unstirred.

Malkavian/Ventrue (V:tR)

Mind Eraser

  • 2 oz vodka
  • 2 oz Kahlua
  • 2 oz tonic water

Pour vodka, kahlua, and tonic water into a glass. Serve with a straw.


The Lasombra

  • 1 oz Grey Goose
  • 1 oz Black Cherry Grey Goose
  • 1 oz Chamboard
  • 2 oz Cranberry Juice
  • 1 oz Cointrou
  • 3 drops Eristoff Black

Chill a martini glass with ice. Build the drink in a shaker, and shake until ice cold. Once the drink is ready, dump the ice out of the martini glass, and use an atomizer to atomize Violet Liqueur on the inside of the glass. Pour the drink, then just as you serve it, drop three drops of Eristoff Black into the glass. Watch as tendrils of black moved through the blood colored drink.

Nosferatu (V:tM)

Dirty Toilet

  • 1/2 oz Bailey’s
  • 1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps
  • 1/2 oz coffee liqueur

Pour all ingredients into a glass. Add a handful of peanuts, and serve.

Nosferatu (V:tR)

Bloody Tears

  • Ice
  • 4 Raspberries
  • 1.25 oz Gin
  • 1 splash Chambord
  • 1 oz Lemon juice
  • 1 oz Grenadine

Muddle the raspberries and add all ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake and strain into a coupe glass.



  • 1 part vodka
  • 1 part Bacardi white rum
  • 1 part Midori
  • 2 parts Blue Curacao
  • orange juice

Add all ingredients and fill the rest of the shaker with orange juice. Add ice and shake.


The Eternal Rose

  • 1 maraschino cherry
  • 1 oz rose water syrup
  • 3 oz champagne

Add cherry and syrup to champagne flute. Slowly add champagne to layer over the syrup. Serve.


The Nectar of the Bitter Rose

  • 2 1/2 oz gin (Death’s Door if you can get it)
  • 1/2 oz St. Germain elderflower liqueur
  • 1/4 oz Luxardo liqueur
  • 2-3 dashes of orange bitters
  • Luxardo cherries to garnish

Mix in a glass and serve.


Bleeding Vampire Nazi

  • 4 oz Jagermeister
  • 4 oz tomato juice
  • 1 dash Tabasco sauce
  • 2 dashes Worcestershire sauce

Add the tomato juice, Tabasco, Worcestershire, and Jager into a cocktail shaker with ice cubes. Shake and strain into a highball glass. Garnish with a lime wedge if you like, and serve.

Ventrue (V:tM)

Vampire Martini

  • 1/2 oz lime juice
  • 1/2 oz vodka
  • 1/2 oz Chambord
  • 1/2 oz cranberry juice

Shaken over ice.

Excerpt from “The Strix Chronicle Anthology”

We are like you. We live in your cities, we laugh at your jokes, we share your good times and your bad ones. We meet you in clubs and back alleys, at glamorous parties and dive bars. We need you, to sate our endless hunger. We are your Kindred.

They are the smoke and the darkness, things that could have been you or us, creatures of hunger that humanity stole the night from. They are the Strix.

The Strix Chronicle Anthology is the second World of Darkness anthology I’ve contributed to, and it contains my longest short story to date: “Second Chance.” It’s a noir story about a vampire criminal given a second chance to track down a murderer.

It’s available now through DriveThruFiction.com. If you’re still on the fence, here’s a very small except from my story.

I was dreaming of shafts, of vanes, of the calamus and the rachis when I felt them pull the stake out of my chest. The rough wood snatched and dragged at my skin, and a large splinter stuck to the wound. My back ached from laying on a hard, cold surface. My stomach knotted and my mouth felt as dry as the desert. I could sense a thin trickle of blood diffused through my body. I was hungry. Not so hungry that I would have to murder someone, but hungry enough that it seemed like a really good idea. I opened my eyes, and the situation didn’t get much better.

The meaty hands still holding the dripping wooden shaft were scarred and knobby, as was the bald face leering over them. Poor fucker clearly wasn’t Embraced for his looks. Mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes, although it was hard to tell if this was a half-assed protection measure against Domination or a half-assed attempt to look intimidating. The worn, black trench coat hung loose as he leaned forward, revealing a knife in a scabbard at one hip and a pistol in a holster in the other. I pegged him as a Hound, and one who probably learned more from bad fiction than actual fighting.

The ceiling was gray concrete, and a single bulb swung right over my eyes. Glasses tossed the stake aside, and the bounce echoed hollowly in the room.

“Sit him up,” a man said off to my right, and Glasses moved towards me again. I put my hand up to protest, but he grabbed me anyway and pulled me into a sitting position on the metal table. I noticed I was naked, and my pale skin was covered in small cuts and tiny wounds. I didn’t go calmly before I was staked. Glasses grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look.

The speaker sat in an ornate chair completely at odds with the sterile concrete room. Long, dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders, and his clean-shaven face was flawlessly beautiful. He brushed imaginary dust from the knee of suit trousers that looked simple, but probably cost more money than us mere plebes would ever see in one place. To be fair, the Invictus pin on his lapel may have biased me on that point. All hail our lord and master, the Prince.

Next to him stood a woman. She had blonde hair cut into short spikes, with long pink tips falling over one eye. She wore a black dress in a 50s style, sleeveless with a high scoop neck. One bare arm was covered in colorful tattoos, swirling images of cards, dice, and chance that danced as the light in the room swung back and forth. She leaned lightly on the Prince’s chair, but with a regal grace that made her look like a punk rock queen, not a piece of arm candy. Her lipstick was as dark as her eyes, which stared at me with… what? Anger? Need? Probably just reading my aura, or maybe my mind. I dropped my eyes, closed my mind off reflexively, and started thinking about pointless trivia. There are more than 325 species of hummingbird in the world.

“My dear Master Davis,” the Prince purred in soft European syllables as he steepled his fingers. “So good of you to join us.”