Cocktails at Seven, Apocalypse at Eight

“THE ONLY PROPER PLACE FOR ICE IS IN A COCKTAIL . . .” I’m Derby Cavendish—that’s pronounced Derby with an “ar” sound, not an “er”: remember that for later. Ever since I was a boy, the forces of the otherworldly have been drawn to me like divas to a spotlight. But I’m ready for them. Bring it on, bitches. He’s the reason there are no zombies at Christmas, no fairy magic (the bad kind) at Gay Pride, and no werewolves (except one and he’s a dear friend) at Hanukkah. He’s Derby Cavendish, and for several years, celebrated author Don Bassingthwaite has been bringing him to life each holiday season. Now for the first time, these flamboyantly funny, supernaturally saucy stories have been brought together in one fabulous, long-awaited collection. (Fruitcake faddler sold separately.) If you like your chills with giggles and glitter, Cocktails at Seven, Apocalypse at Eight is for you!