Keeping you hooked in dread of what will happen next with a sweet girl who will be eight years old in six days in the play of things in all the end of the world and life within a cabin. There will be terror and blood with tilted minds in the unfolding events. Isolation thriller that had me thinking of the thrill and captivation of the movie 10 Cloverfield Lane. Clear flowing writing order with chaos, with a contagion of fear and theories, holding the reader with great anticipation and concern, with all the bat shit craziness you could possibly contain in a cabin at the end of something.
You just can't read this it's that bad that you want it to never exist this tale. Turtle, Turtle oh dear Turtle. Aka Sweetpea to her Grand Papa, your heart goes out for the man, in a scene with him seeing before him the monster in his true light come to realisation, the pain in the father in that one instant, all overcoming, all terrible, one that he had contributed to bring forth upon the land, the darkness, the evil, the species he raised, whom has infected and contaminated. Like every pest, the reader is hooked to the need for somehow his extermination with the many weapons, the guns that Turtle has hooked up upon her bedroom walls, ones that he had her religiously perfect in using, assembling, dissembling and practice daily with. Her fate in mind, will Turtle disassemble what has been, and is, who she is, what she can be, and how she can be free ? A name so fitting, turtles with hard outer shells kicked, bumped, maybe seen so much rough whilst within a soft creature. This is disturbing and caution to reading this in what lays in wait is some very dark tainted abuse in small town. The story sadly does keep you hooked even with all the terrible detailed disturbingly ugliness, he managed to give some light in the tale with some certain respite in the end. Other diamonds in the heart of darkness girls in books come to mind, there are in imagery on the screen adaptation, and characters written in a tale like that of Gather the Daughters by Jennie Melamed, Grace by Paul Lynch, True grit by Charles Portis, The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum, and Winters Bone by Daniel Woodrell, this one me thinking something just need to stay in books too brutal for the screen. The is in the vein of Daniel Woodrell, Jack Ketchum and Stephen King combined. The scenes visceral and vivid, he takes you to sense of dread and despair and some scene have you hanging on with the unfolding escalation of affairs with craft in writing and connection in empathy, a need for saving, for surviving. Turtle, a memorable character that will stay with reader for a time her plight, and her life described disturb you and unsettle your heart in quieter hours. Then it came to me in a thought, a metamorphosis this was of Turtle to a turtle she became, and then we hope something free a bird maybe. Like a turtle, topsy turvy one last time she deciphers the chaos, the horrors, then maybe becomes a bird and flees.
A horror that is not dressed in a clown suit, a horror dressed as a parent.
"When she was six, he had her put on a life jacket for cushion, told her not to touch the hot ejected casings, and started her on a bolt-action Ruger .22, sitting at the kitchen table and bracing the gun on a rolled-up towel."
"She is tall for fourteen, coltishly built, with long legs and arms, wide but slender hips and shoulders, her neck long and corded. Her eyes are her most striking feature, blue, almond-shaped in a face that is too lean, with wide, sharp cheekbones, and her crooked, toothy mouth––an ugly face, she knows, and an unusual one. Her hair is thick and blond, bleached in streaks by the sun. Her skin is constellated with copper brown freckles. Her palms, the undersides of her forearms, the insides of her thighs show tangles of blue veins."
"On wall pegs, her Lewis Machine & Tool AR-10, her Noveske AR-15, and her Remington 870 twelve-gauge pump-action shotgun. Each answers a different philosophy of use."
"Anna continues. “Julia, listen to me, you come to school, and you sit there and stare out the classroom window. You don’t pay attention. You don’t study. You don’t have friends and you don’t feel safe and you come to the first question on that test and you have this feeling of not know ing and you don’t push through it, you just stop there, and you think, ‘I don’t know it,’ and you sit there, hating yourself, that’s what it looks like. That’s my theory. But I think that half the time or more you do know it, and you would know it even better if you studied, and you’d be able to fill out those tests if you pushed through that moment of fear."
“You know how many throats he slit with this knife?” Turtle looks down at her plate. “Forty-two, isn’t that right?” “Forty-two,” Grandpa agrees. “Korea, kibble. And at some point they put him to work in the DMZ tracking down infiltrators, and these poor f***s, these poor f***s had no idea that a bloodthirsty f***g psychopath from a wilderness a world away, a man whose forefathers hunted Indians in the American West, was out there just waiting in the weeds. How could you under stand a thing like that? That was the most fun you ever had, I think.” Grandpa says nothing. His jaw tremors.
Portland The Rue The Weary Traveler Undertown incorporated The Mirage Spectrum Aperture Zero day Trojan Skulls Relics Blood Bank Lock and Key Human remains The shadPortland The Rue The Weary Traveler Undertown incorporated The Mirage Spectrum Aperture Zero day Trojan Skulls Relics Blood Bank Lock and Key Human remains The shadows Rituals The Red Priest Spiritual warfare Hitchhiker Cheston Cloven Babs Juniper Sarin Lela Cheryl Hannah Hemingway
Eyes wide shut Exorcist The strain Mr robot The matrix The ring Sixth sense
You seen all these and then you will be prepared for this tale. This author upon the page has created something that may bleed into the world, a take over of sorts, la Porte dell'inferno unleashed. Midway, the momentum, the author, has you in his vice, and in a triage of thrill, horror and mystery, the sum of all fears contained within, many layers of darkness contained within these pages. There are two hearts that are memorable within, Hannah a young special girl and Hemingway a courageous floppy-eared German Shepherd. It's fall, and in Portland, October 31st is fast approaching with echoes of Dan Brown and Stephen king, Benjamin Percy, the author, has really delivered a great supernatural tale of urban legends, just be rooting for the good guys whomsoever they may be. Please roll out the tv or movie adaptions screenwriters and directors.
"Cyberspace was a whirling codex, a living infinite."
"Right now there are thousands of transmissions streaming through our bodies. Emails, phone calls, text messages, Wi-Fi and radio and television signals. Right now there are billions of particles of dark matter swirling through this very room, millions of bacteria creeping across her hand, and she can’t see any of it. Right now there are thousands of smells that her dog perceives and she does not. Is it that much of a reach to believe that other forces might surround her? Not anymore. Not after what she has witnessed. This isn’t about chasing a story anymore. The story has found her. She is living the story. She is the story. Letters on a page don’t matter. Deadlines mean nothing. For the first time in a long time, she feels a singularity of focus. She isn’t researching old files and she isn’t dreaming up future headlines. She is firmly lodged in the blurred-edge present, where she is being hunted and her sister and niece are in danger because of it."
Planes, trains and automobiles..no.. Bicycles, Motorcycles and Cars..better… Raleigh, Triumph and 1938 Rolls Royce..even better… The Iconic mixed with drPlanes, trains and automobiles..no.. Bicycles, Motorcycles and Cars..better… Raleigh, Triumph and 1938 Rolls Royce..even better… The Iconic mixed with dread with some good versus evil in the mix plus some creative storytelling crafted by the capable writing skill of Joe Hill. These vehicles of transport are his modus operandi in telling this strange tale involving Christmas with a twist, there is definitely no ‘Here’s Father Christmas!’ but there is certainly ‘Here’s Charlie Manx!’ He writes with interesting characters, it reads visceral and gives you vivid imagery in scenes. If there is one negative it is the length , a little more economising on the last half would have been a more tighter story. I liked the Joe Hill storytelling of Heart-Shaped Box, it had more real horror and a haunting feel. All his novels have great artwork and book titles. The publicity behind this has been top notch great book trailer, the publishers have handled this release successfully and Joe Hill is savvy with social media, he listens and connects with his readers and has a great following.
Let a talented storyteller take you by the hand into the darkness, into the world of the Dark Society, A world where a man travels by the night, he bec Let a talented storyteller take you by the hand into the darkness, into the world of the Dark Society, A world where a man travels by the night, he become one not that of humanity amongst the plains of the confederate battlefields at the age of 27, Wounded on the battlefield at Shiloh on the sixth of April 1862 this marked his journey into becoming something else. His battle is aided by one friend a priest, he helps quench his thirst via the consumption of cattle blood. In the present he is A gunslinger. A man caught between two worlds with fangs but a very human pulsating heart dying to overthrow the presence of the inhuman. He is a hired gunslinger and his new job undertakes handing 666 dollars in ransom for the safe return of a woman, he soon discovers that more than a woman's safe return is in the balance. He battles with one in the world who he has not yet set his eyes on before, a shape-shifter of a different kind. Equipped with two guns a Colt and a Derringer loaded with 2 different bullets for 2 different species and wearing a Stetson he goes in search for la Nocturne city.
This story, is another example of the great storytelling capabilities of the author and his successful contribution to the writing world dealing with supernatural, he is a great writing force that i hope to remain for many a day to come.
The author has crafted a memorable character in the form of this vampire gunslinger who is with fangs but with a very human Heart battling and beating away against time. An awesome tale from a writer who knows how to weave a horror with a very human character at his core, with a twist the supernatural, Gothic and mysterious. Perfection.
"But he traveled by night. It said so on his business card, along with All Matters Handled. He had been a lawyer, a husband and father, a soldier, and now...a vampire fighting to hold onto what remained of his humanity, and by doing so putting himself in harm's way for many humans who needed his help, for he was truly an 'adventurer' now, to keep his wits and his mind sharp and what remained of his human heart beating."
"He slept in the way of vampires, one part deeply tranced and gathering strength for the night, another part on edge, senses questing, fearful of the pain of sunlight like a darktime insect. He'd had much time to think, and considered that this pain was as much mental as it was physical; it was the pain of a body losing its fluids and withering up toward the death in life, yes, but it was also the pain of separation from light and life, and the more religious the person had been the more the shame and agony of what he or she had become."
This is the third installment from the chronicles of sheriff Penny Miller. When I first learned of Sheriff Penny Miller in the first installment of TheThis is the third installment from the chronicles of sheriff Penny Miller. When I first learned of Sheriff Penny Miller in the first installment of The Hungry I said, “One strikingly hot lady in a white wedding dress and a shotgun to hand, a band of rednecks and bikers, the army and a mutated virus and oh the undead is the recipe for this fun fully loaded brain entrails explosion of a high octane charged zombie story.” Then there was the second installment The Hungry 2: The Wrath of God and I said, “This second installment involving Sheriff Penny and the zombie outbreak is more fast-paced than the first. Sheriff Penny is not in a wedding dress this time around, just basic apparel; a vest. And she is to be put through one of the greatest tests of her life. Her friendship with her comrades under test and she must know who to trust. Set in the unforgiving barren land of the Nevada desert.” This third installment has more of the same thing the setting is different a mountainous green landscape. The victims are a population of people unawares of the zombies at large. The story was fast paced and was read in not time at all, it had me hooked with just the right elements, I did want more, more from Penny Millers world. To the new reader I suggest going back to the beginning of the Sheriff Penny Miller story, as the first and the second installment was the best for me so far and this was an adequate addition until the next installment.
“When the final days came, it was said that Satan walked the Earth in the guise of a crow. Those who feared him called him Scarecrow or sometimes B
“When the final days came, it was said that Satan walked the Earth in the guise of a crow. Those who feared him called him Scarecrow or sometimes Black Jack. I know him as the Crowman”
This excerpt is from the very first line of the novel. With regard to this creature with black feathered wings and sharp lethal beak I have had many a harrowing encounter. There was, let me mention first, this movie The Birds by a master of the dark Alfred Hitchcock and then there was appearing of this black feather creature many times in The Stand by Stephen King a master-craftsman storyteller of the macabre. To top it all one day of a winter month driving my car, stooped at a red light, I see to my right on a patch of grass two crows attacking a beautiful cute squirrel mercilessly, it had no joy in escaping the onslaught of this creatures of death, these symbols of doom.
Now to bring you to the attention of this story aptly titled Black Feathers I feel a conspiracy brewing here and the markings of the darkness rising the Crowman cometh. This being a story of fiction I agree has no resemblance in the realm of the real world I know but low and behold I cant helpeth, I seeth the signs of the darkest days riseth upon us all.
Now to this wonderful captivating tale set in a world plagued and strife with unrest, social disorder, crime, and debt ridden. There are two gleaming diamonds among the rough from two different families who are to lead and have a part in the destiny of the earth and in its darkest days a key importance in the order of the world. One is a boy, Gordon, not yet reached adulthood that finds that he is on the run due to certain desperate and deadly circumstances, he runs from the Wardsmen, another menacing presence of the macabre.
The other main important character in that of a girl, Megan, she has been taken under the wing of Mr Keeper he is to guide her on a road, the likes of magic and the surreal.
Then finally the star of the show the Crowman when and how will he come the story shall divulge you of this knowledge, It is not often the denizens of a town have the Crowman visit, sometimes people refer to him by the name of Black Jack or the Scarecrow.
There are many images of the macabre painted with words in this tale land stricken terrified by disaster and the end of days ahead but there shall be some light for the people are in need of saving.
The author has done well crafting great characters and having the reader feel the scenes in showing the turn of events in his great writing. I still remember his successful tale of macabre Meat and as Stephen King said about that novel “Joseph D’Lacey rocks!” I am sure he would say the same and give a nod to this novel.
Megan and Gordon’s’ destiny is set in motion and to be fulfilled they are to see the dark days that befall the world ahead, the reader will learn of their part in the workings of this page turning unstoppable train journey of a tale to an unknown destination and end.
This story has epic qualities like that of The Dark Tower series by Stephen King that went on for many volumes, The Black Dawn Saga has plenty more to come in its next installment and I anticipate it to be just the right length and hope it to have volumes with the same quality of writing. The reader I hope will learn that the U.K has amongst themselves a very capable writer to paint with words and embed them amidst a realm away from the reality, of our daily trappings, a passage of time to escape to for a while the darkness sets aside into an equilibrium and balance.
“It was a man. At least, I thought it was to begin with. He was tall and thin with a proud chest. He wore black from head to foot: the black hat, of course, and about his shoulders a coat of black plumes, which dropped to below his knees. The coat was open, though, and I could see his tight black trousers over his slender legs. The bottoms of his trousers splayed out over his boots, making them seem huge. At his cuffs, too, sprouted sleek black feathers and the sun, gone cold somehow, caught them and twinkled there like quartz on velvet. The feathers obscured his hands. His black hair was long and silky, like it was wet. And his face…’
“When the Crowman returns to our land you will know that the dark times are at an end. For he will spread his wings across this nation and draw away the black veil that has covered it for so long. It will be a cleansing. It will be death and rebirth. Pray for his swift arrival that we may be delivered. Pray for the coming of the Crowman that we may be, at last transformed.”
Dreams and wishes can be magical and hopeful, irreversible and life changing. One boy in this story has himself been given a choice and he chooses a paDreams and wishes can be magical and hopeful, irreversible and life changing. One boy in this story has himself been given a choice and he chooses a path that puts himself amidst another realm, a realm of dark, mysterious and unkind creatures a world where the eye have not beheld before. He is pitted against death, Wild Hunts and mysterious mystic ceremonies. He finds himself in this new terrain not that of the natural world one of the supernatural and teamed up with another boy of a similar age for a certain reason, a certain fate shall befall many in this new realm with their lives in the the balance it will be a rocky road for survival for many. There is possible love in the air with a certain female that can really get her grips into you and have you inspired and ooze in endless creativity, for which the main character in this story, a musician, is greatly changed with for a period of time. There is all kinds of beings in this tale one particularly memorable and creative is a Changeling, this excerpt describes their characteristics.
“Changelings possess the ability to change their appearance at will, shrouding themselves in glamor to masquerade as someone they’ve met at least once before. Their natural state appears to be one of twisted mockery of the person they originally replaced. Their personalities remain their own, however, and changelings grow up as maladjusted, unusually cruel, hateful creatures who long for nothing more than to make others suffer.”
This was a enjoyable and entertaining read that kept you reading with right momentum up to the final page, well crafted with great setting and characters that interest and engross the reader. The Neil Gaiman, Robert Mc Cammon and Joe Hill reader would enjoy this tale. This is a great achievement for a debut novel for the author and instills a promising road ahead with tales of the dark, mysterious and supernatural kind.
This story has a captivating and engrossing will also elements of the haunting and scary on beauty that would have you either reconsider facial surgerThis story has a captivating and engrossing will also elements of the haunting and scary on beauty that would have you either reconsider facial surgery, for cosmetic reasons, or run to the phone to book an op. I love thew way the author has sculptured this main character a lover of beauty and an artist who loves to recreate the face. The story reels you in with the first person narrative of the voice of the character, he hypnotically takes you under his wing in a Humbert, from Lolita, like style. This was well researched a story of fiction, filled with references and musings on pre-Columbian art and culture, that could not be far from the truth, the real world we live today. Death becomes her fans would love this and The Fly come to think of it when considering the goings wrong side of cosmetic surgery featured within this tale. A real good story that leaves you with plenty of food for thought and chills in your spine.
Before you run to the knife think twice after reading Beauty by Brian D’Amato
“It’s just too disturbing for people. I mean, people can deal with knowing that you’ve had a lift, or whatever, but if they find out that your whole face isn’t really alive at all, it’s just plastic, they’re liable to get grossed out. 1 get grossed out by it myself sometimes.” They looked at me. “I mean, when I see the people I’ve done, sometimes it just flashes into my head that they aren’t really alive, and I get all weirded out by it.”
“But this was going to be one of the strangest faces ever. It really was abstract. All the time I’d put in as an abstract artist was paying off in this figurative project. I was working on such a basic level, with the basic sign of human existence. What was it about eyes, nose, and mouth that was so important? Eyes, nose, and mouth are some sort of basic metaphor for the structure of the universe—or did I say this before?
I felt I was going to be the last artist to relive that experience that Balzac was talking about, the experience of creating ideal facial beauty, in a meaningful way. I was going to be Leo, Mike, and Raph for the last time. I was the first to do what they did, in a twentieth-century way. A twenty-first-century way. Suddenly there was a reason for all the beauty lore I had internalized for so long and had then realised had no place in the art of the present. I’d made it a place.”
“A mole. Of course. What would Marilyn or Madonna or Cindy Crawford be without their moles? Nothing, I thought. Or a lot less. It’s interesting that moles are called “beauty marks.” What was it about them that made them so alluring? Are they like a sign that you can approach the goddess?
I spent a long time composing its position, but I finally decided the black spot would go nearly a centimeter above the left corner of her lip. A hair off to the left. The abstract element would round out her effect. It would make her unique and human and sexy and somehow pathetic. Because a mole is an intimation of death.”
“Socrates says: Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
I read a lot of Baudelaire. He had a darker take on the issue. He was good on the cruelty of beauty: I am beautiful mortals, as a dream in stone, My breasts kill each man in his turn, and they Were made to inspire in every poet his own Great love, as silent and eternal as clay. Because, to fascinate my love-slaves, I Have mirrors which make every object bright: My eyes, my giant eyes’ eternal light!
The eyes thing again. Eyes really were the seat of beauty. Like the Elizabeth Taylor thing. Eyes, large eyes, doe-like eyes, eyes are so weird, they don’t look like anything else to do with bodies or fleshiness or anything, they’re round and abstract, and they come in strange colours, white and black and green. What was so magical about large eyes? Maybe ever are just magical in general and bigger eyes are more magical. Of course, bigger eyes make you look younger. But they’re also the windows of the soul, you know, so when you have big eyes, you’re intimate with everyone, because they can see into your soul, I’d been reading too much.”
“I was elated, like I was on Xtasy. Imagine having the power to give people a second chance. To give them almost eternal youth. I could turn straw into gold. Something out of nothing. I could give beauty, fame, money, power—it was incredible. It was as though I were Ponce de Leon and I had discovered the Fountain of Youth. I was a God. And I was immortal, I was a shape-changer. A werewolf, a vampire, a skin-switcher. I could be anything I wanted to be, anyone at all.”
“Minaz is my design. She’ll be the first in a race of cyborgs, half-human, half-technology Uber-beings. The new order of man. The dawn of a new age.”
Eye-catching hardback edition that if your to judge a book by it's cover it would call you to its dark passages in the boundaries between natural and Eye-catching hardback edition that if your to judge a book by it's cover it would call you to its dark passages in the boundaries between natural and supernatural. There is a motley of stories contained within, ordinary people in ordinary places new dwellings, hospitals, and the sea to name a few, but what they encounter is of the supernatural and unexplained terrors. This did serve up some interesting reading into strange occurrences, there was a feeling for me that this territory that i treaded had been covered before in the world of stories. 3.5 stars...more
I felt i was amidst a scrooge tale of sorts, with a revisiting of the protagonists ills but the circumstances prove to be even grimmer with a stephen I felt i was amidst a scrooge tale of sorts, with a revisiting of the protagonists ills but the circumstances prove to be even grimmer with a stephen king twist on a story that has the main protagonist as an average guy whose a avid baseball fan. Was shorter than i desired but a nice little supernatural baseball story. Review also @ http://more2read.com/review/a-face-in-the-crowd-by-stephen-king-stewart-onan/...more
When the old system lets you down and kids don’t seem to come to fruition couples look down many avenues for a solution and solace. Adoption is one rooWhen the old system lets you down and kids don’t seem to come to fruition couples look down many avenues for a solution and solace. Adoption is one root or as like the couple in this story flying over to a dirty untidy strange doctor in the middle of a town unheard of to the masses to be guinea pigs in a new breakthrough in medicine is another. From the first impressions they had when they were introduced to this great doctor they should have fled on their heels for the exit door, his surgery and his whole persona was enough of a giveaway that he’s somewhat in the bizarre field of medical assistance. Alas as many desperate souls dieing for children they went for it and had children. Those children and they themselves then went through a somewhat bizarre change of circumstance physically and mentally. The time the you read past half-away mark you wonder was it really worth it? No! the amount of deaths that have occurred due to this one breakthrough treatment for having kids stay well away by all means necessary. The story was interesting and engaging with horror within. There was within this story some nice writing and good paragraphs. The horror that stays with you is the thought of parents eating their young, torn apart with this desire an alien one to their logic. A good old style classic horror you probably have seen the likes of in some horror movies.
Sheriff Penny Miller, you stole my heart when I first learned of you i “Uhh-huhh-hhuuuh.” You hear that? I hope not!
Those are the grunts of the undead.
Sheriff Penny Miller, you stole my heart when I first learned of you in the Hungry debut. Now you have rightfully brought it back again with some sweet justice in continuing to kill slobbering, rotting, stinky-assed walking corpses.
Miller was a unique specimen. The only living person to have received both the zombie virus and the antidote. She went to hell and back and survived. Her nightmares testify to the fact that the last thing she wants is to be back in zombie central to pick up dirty laundry, a place where she and her friends almost died.
She is given options: money and freedom for her band of men to get in and out before anyone knows. Back to the unforgiving and hidden violence of the desert plagued with the undead. They promised them greener pastures in return – and money. Will they be able to spend the money?
What people would do for money and freedom.
Has Sheriff Penny Miller bargained for more than she can handle?
“Hell no!” I say. She is one of the toughest gals you’re gonna find on this darn earth, and with plenty of heart.
One thing for sure is she and her band of men know what’s to be expected in the unforgiving barren land, and this time ‘round they’re experienced in killing the undead.
We also learn Penny’s heart is as big as the desert she walks on. She’s a wounded soul emotionally and needs some loving.
Oh yeah. Another thing is they are in a race against time.
There is a clock ticking from 26 hours and 36 minutes down to zero, the annihilation of the zombie zone. Which will then be known as a nuked zone!
This second installment involving Sheriff Penny and the zombie outbreak is more fast-paced than the first. Sheriff Penny is not in a wedding dress this time around, just basic apparel; a vest. And she is to be put through one of the greatest tests of her life. Her friendship with her comrades is also under a test and she must know who to trust.
In this installment, Sheriff Penny meets an equal of sorts in the shape of Major Francine Hanratty, dubbed Rat by her peers. Together they fight for leadership with Penny and her comrades and Rat’s comrades in tow. They must get through this together in order to survive.
Las Vegas had been abandoned and Nevada been placed under quarantine until the whole thing gets resolved.
They will find themselves outnumbered, under-supplied, and behind enemy lines again.
In zombie central they find life not of the undead but in the form of a strange man who talks of belief and minions of the evil one. He’s just what this story needs, an interesting addition to the already colourful characters within in this story. (For the newcomers, this book can be read without reading the debut.)
The already large following of Sheriff Penny Miller will be up in arms rejoicing this fun, fully-loaded, brain entrails explosion of a high-octane charged zombie story.
Miller still displays plenty of humour and common sense. For example: “Miller had learned a long time back that a man in lust was also unguarded and dumb as a fence post.”
Also, Rat, with an equal sense of humour: ” ‘What about them [the zombies]?’ snapped Rat. ‘They’re unarmed, unarmored, uncoordinated, and from what I understand, dumber than dog shit. Like I said, one headshot takes them out. That’s a piece of cake for a first-rate team of marksmen. What are you so worried about, Dale? ‘ “
Let me lay all the cards on the table and let me tell it to you in a straight and simple way of what we have here before us. In this story John Hornor Let me lay all the cards on the table and let me tell it to you in a straight and simple way of what we have here before us. In this story John Hornor Jacobs has put before us a case of the good, the bad and the ugly!
The Good = a mum, son and a father = courageous, survivors and fighters.
The Bad = the Slavers = enslave women and men, selfish and want to control the living.
The Ugly = the Shamblers = the undead, cannibals and ugly.
The scene is set the desolate earth the dark earth of ruin and destruction. The options are quite simply, the fates set before the characters in this story are
To lead, Follow, Be enslaved, Eaten,
Or be of the undead.
One thing or sure is only the ones that are wise or strong and have perseverance will survive.
The story opens with a scene of macabre and anarchy in an hospital clinic overrun by people eating themselves. We learn of one brave and likeable woman here Dr. Lucy and we walk with her for quite some time as she witness the world go to shit and fall.
The authors successfully leaves you hanging on at the end very sentence hooked and engrossed with anticipation on what will happen next right from the first page till the end.
His writing style is smart and really nailed the right words short and sweet sentences and immerses you right in the thick of the story.
New York. Chicago. Los Angeles. Atlanta. Miami. Mexico. Canada. Europe and more. They all fell victim to a virus that caused seizures and....cannibalism. Then there was an explosion and large mushroom clouds.
The has to be some people to rise and converge and preserve some humanity, goodness, community and a possible light in this dark earth that has arisen!
A new King, Queen and Prince shall rise from the forsaken desolate bloodstained earth.
To protect and serve those in need a monarchy of daring courageous and spunky individuals shall I do hope be preserved and survive the darkest days set before them in this story.
"They passed a pileup in the left lane. Mangled cars. People on the ground, some bleeding. Some contorting. Some spasming. Some were already upright. Revivified and shambling. Zombies."
"The cloud we walk underneath is the same. It's hideous and by turns. The mushroom rises behind us in the east. Before us, the setting sun smears the sky with color. The interstate is a long thread through burning pine-woods. We're higher up than the rest of the land, a little. A delta. Without the world being set afire, it'd be muggy and we'd be swarmed with Mosquitos. Chalk up one point in favor of nuclear annihilation. No more skeeters."
"The world loves the tomato because it is red. The apple is red too. But the tomatoes flesh is the flesh of mankind. Do the dead love the flesh of man because it is like a tomato? We will never know. But I have my suspicions."
"There are times and things you can never forget. Your first kiss from someone you love. The first time you have sex. Your first broken heart. An there's the first time you ride a steam locomotive through a horde of zombies. I'd rank it up there with first kiss. Maybe even sex."
3 good dark tales from a promising new writer. He makes you feel the fear and the darkness in his writing.
Room 118 A story of terror and horror. One man3 good dark tales from a promising new writer. He makes you feel the fear and the darkness in his writing.
Room 118 A story of terror and horror. One mans obsession with what lies behind room 118. Will there be any horrors behind those closed doors? Well done story.
Divorce and the Black Cat Alcohol and divorce destroyers of the soul. But hey leave the lovely cat alone.
Chemical burn A thrilling story of a home brewed liquid that you could experience highs from but the creator sees the dangers and needs another road in life. Written well again hooks you and engrossing.
They are soulless killers, zombies or Zee for short in this story. They were called "The Volgoroth" It all began nearly two centuries ago the decline tThey are soulless killers, zombies or Zee for short in this story. They were called "The Volgoroth" It all began nearly two centuries ago the decline the human race began to regress. The powers that be then felt the need to start pumping a psychotropic substance into the water. Cells. Genetics. Evolution. The population reached a point of no return all hell broke loose they were divide across the land, some of the players and pushers were called Traders, Keepers and Prospectors. A group of mercenaries are hired on a mission by Keepers and are about to relive the bloody horrors they thought was left behind and vanquished.
A zombie tale presented in a visceral fashion, the author goes straight to the action of the story and it all unfolds in your minds imagery quite well like a good movie flick. This was short I only wished he went on a bit longer before he stopped the story, I just hope he delivers with an equally good continuation to this zombie story. This story and The Hungry by Harry Shannon brings zombies in a clear cut style of storytelling in just the right balance of plot, characters, dialogue, description, thrill and horror.
"It's hard to say what drives men in desperate times, and harder still to judge the decisions they make. In his day, the world outside was swarming with the worst kind of loud thirsty monsters. Those must have been bleak times indeed, and thinking about it now, I'm still not entirely sure how humanity managed to pull through."
"Broken glass crunches under my feet as I clear the doorway. I'm not sure what Cartier used to sell, but it must have been worth a ton for pennies to run off on his own."
This was a really good collection of stories. You will find in these pages crimes, terrors, horrors and the bizarre. He has covered many types of storThis was a really good collection of stories. You will find in these pages crimes, terrors, horrors and the bizarre. He has covered many types of stories from zombies to the haunted. Jason has mixed them up well and not bored you with the same old style and theme in this collection. I like his style of writing its tense and engrossing he really makes makes you feel part of the thrill and terror. A writer to watch out for with a promising future that has got to be heard more of. Mostly all the stories here i was hooked and enjoyed them. He has potential messed up my thoughts for a couple of days. Jason's writing has all the hallmarks of a well schooled writer and reader of the dark tale. I believe in this writer really doing well a fresh new talent.
Isolation Haunting and an atmospheric story you will be hanging on every words meaningful mark and melancholic expression. Haunting story of loss and eerie homes.
Chemical burn A thrilling story of a home brewed liquid that you could experience highs from but the creator sees the dangers and needs another road in life. Written well again hooks you and engrossing.
Room 118 A story of terror and horror. One mans obsession with what lies behind room 118. Will there be any horrors behind those closed doors? Well done story.
Survival the fittest Is exactly as named suggests, the survival of the fittest in a world of the undead. A good little zombie tale i liked his descriptive writing he places you in the thick of it and the terror.
Serpent's Son A story of a serpent and a new birth. The news of missing girls and a rapist. Chilling and bizarre.
The Seminary If they are performing near you, the Seminary, stay well away. If you don't you best make sure you have faith.
Divorce and the Black Cat Alcohol and divorce destroyers of the soul. But hey leave the lovely cat alone.
House of Coal A mysterious fire in a home and an equally mysterious protagonist.
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