Legion of the Damned Excerpt


As the stranger lifted his head a pointed beard emerged, carefully groomed, hanging like a pendulum beneath the thin line of his narrow lips. Ever so slowly his lips spread into a wide smile that covered the lower portion of his face, threatening to split his head in half. Window formed a brief mental image of that smile spreading all the way around until the strangers head tilted back. As if it were hinged in the back, the top part of his head flopping over to reveal what lay at the heart of his dark, and sinister soul.

He didn’t want to see what might emerge if the stranger’s head did flip all the way open, and he was relieved when the smile remained bound to the strangers face. Above that emotionless smile, situated on either side of a slender nose, the strangers eyes sparkled with a dim light that were like distant stars shrouded in the mists of time.

“You’ve come home to me,” the stranger whispered, the words distorted, ricocheting through Windows mind like a mad pinball banking crazily from one bumper to the next, gaining speed with every change in direction, awakening memories that emerged from the rocky soil of his soul.

He saw his mother on the day of her death, that electric cord twisted tightly about her neck, reaching for him with claw like hands as her mouth opened and closed in greedy anticipation. He saw his father staggering towards him, groping through the twilight of his death, destined to be trapped for eternity in that shadowy place between life and the peace of the grave.

As the words echoed through Window’s mind, the timber of the stranger's voice like that of two boulders grinding against one another in the bowels of the earth. Window understood with a clarity that had so far been absent, that he was gazing into the face of eternity, a manifestation of something far greater than anything he could possibly put his mind around. He was without a beginning, or an end, one that has just, always been.

“No,” Window shouted, clamping his hands over his ears as he took another step back, the images of everyone he had ever loved filling his thoughts, their faces cast in the shadow of death, their eyes alight, begging for an end to their misery.

“Leave me alone,” Window said as he staggered another step back.

Was that nine or eight?

He had lost track.

End Excerpt!


Hell was coming to Paradise!

In a remote desert world that bore little semblance to their own, the boys corner and kill Nickoli. Unfortunately the act fails to release Window from his curse, and they discover that a much higher price must be paid to free him.

Struggling to silence the voices from his past, Billie-Bob’s drinking results in his capture by the family of cannibals he once escaped from. This time he is taken to Paradise, a small compound along one of the many tributaries leading to the Chesapeake Bay. For those who lived there it was truly a paradise on earth, for its captives it was a different story as they were reduced to nothing more than livestock to feed a growing population.

While following the trail left by Billie-Bob’s captors, Meat, Window and Einstein come upon the shattered remnants of the church that had given them shelter on their trek north. Many of the church’s inhabitants had perished in the attack, but most of the children had been able to escape. They join the boys on their journey south to rescue Billie-Bob, and exact their vengeance on those who had shattered their peaceful existence.

Hell was coming to Paradise, and there would be no denying its vengeance.

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Dreadland Chronicles

There are worlds beyond our own, existing for purposes outside of our understanding, where gods roam unfettered by the earthly restraints placed upon us. Where right is wrong, where the laws of physics have been turned upon their ear, and not everything that goes up, comes back down. Places where magic rules, and technology is but a faint memory from a distant past.

Fourteen years ago a cataclysm shook the realms of this multiverse as a rising tide of evil rose up to battle those in power. Many of the worlds ceased to exist in the blink of an eye. On our world the dead walked, bringing society to its knees. The technology we had taken for granted stopped working as a new dark age filtered across the land. An age of unrestrained brutality where the only law was the firepower one carried, and the only hope was for a quick death followed by a dreamless sleep.

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