“It always comes as a surprise to me, too. I never know how I’ll look, especially when I move around. I sometimes take on the appearance of the most recently-dead rock star. Part of the enchantment.” He winked at me. “I’ve been Nikki Sixx 2 or 3 times, but it never lasts long. I was Keith Richards once, that was interesting.”
Damien leaned forward, stabbing an accusatory finger. “Keith isn’t dead.”
The Beast shrugged. “No, not any more. He was lucky. He passed while they were in New Orleans. He knows people down there. They managed to bring him back. But I think the mambo might have rushed the ceremony a little bit. You can see the spell is already starting to slip. I predict that in a few years, he’ll start to look like one of the walking dead.”
Extract from Burning Roses, a decadent tale of sex, drugs, rock n roll & magick. Available on Amazon. Also available in paperback.
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Till next time.
Cheers.
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