Growing up, my favorite holiday was always Halloween. There is something about this season. My favorite would be snuggling on the couch with my cat and a good horror novel.
I can’t think of a better symbol for the halloween season than the Black Cat. As my religious views changed, I also viewed this season differently. During this holiday, I honor my ancestors and the pets that I had that passed on. Many were cats.
“I don’t know why you always have to hold these meetings at night, Vincent,” Charles scoffed before he sat down before the large oaken desk. Charles Middleton was the editor-in-chief of Dark Sky Publishing, a publishing company that published Gothic horror.
Vincent Delacroix sat back in his ebony leather office chair and folded his hands on the desk. He stared at Charles, feeling angry at the man’s suggestion. To him, Charles was a weak man, unable to perform the smallest task that Vincent needed him to.
Vincent was the CEO and founder of Dark Sky Publishing. He built the company up from the ground, attending to it much like he would a lover. The company was Vincent’s baby, and he preferred to hire only the brightest individuals in the publishing field. It was one reason that his company was as successful as it was. He knew the economy and the needs of those authors he represented—and the editors.