I’m Derby Cavendish-that’s pronounced Derby with an ar’ sound, not an er’: remember it 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 Hannukah. He’s Derby Cavendish and for several years, Don Bassingthwaite has been bringing him to life at much anticipated annual readings. Now for the first time, these flamboyantly funny, supernaturally saucy stories are brought together in one fabulous collection. If you like your chills with giggles and glitter, Cocktails at Seven, Apocalypse at Eight is for you!
