Horror Story Collection #1, will be free on Amazon Kindle from March 10th to March 11th.
Just found out that there will be an audiobook of Shadows and Teeth Volume 2 - Exciting!
The victim waited in darkness and silence. It was faceless and formless, without past or present. Yet, the victim infinitely preferred the nothingness of the void to what it knew inevitably come after. Time did not exist here, yet the victim was aware that the void would give way, must give way, to the other world and that the time of the other world was passing. And so, it came and would come inexorably after. In the other world they were moving; they were living and thinking their dark, soul-born thoughts. They were plotting, whenever and wherever they were... they never stopped plotting.
Belle fixed her hair in the mirror, carefully tucking away any stray strands of wiry gray that had escaped her hair clips and pins. She had had such beautiful hair once, but the years had been far from kind. Still, what girl wouldn't have a few gray hairs after a lifetime of deathtraps, alien invasions, mad scientists, would be global dictators, time travellers, and other assorted supervillians? No, the years may not have been kind, but they had been magnificent.
Wade drummed her painted fingernails on the steering wheel of the car. She hated this; a darkened car park, waiting for a mysterious informant, grinding her teeth because this was the week she quit smoking. She could feel her life descending into cliche. She felt flattened out, two dimensional, as if she was nothing more than one of the grainy telescopic lens photographs that her newspaper would have printed, and not a real person at all.
Oscar and Meredith watched the cave people drag the carcass of the creature into the cave. They couldn't be sure what is was, something between a cow and a frog perhaps, it's face clearly bovine, but it's leathery skin and splayed back legs those of another creature entirely. One of the cave people sliced into the frog-cow-thing's belly, and a milky froth of egg-like spawn spilled forth. The cave people descended on it greedily, scooping up the warm, steaming mass and shovelling it into their mouths. It ran between their fingers and ran down their chins, growing cold and gelatinous in moments.
At one time the plaza had had shops on three sides and an open area on the other, edged with tended gardens and perfect for open-air art exhibits or street theatre. But that had been then, Before. Now the shops were gone, replaced by Liquid Refreshment Vendors, and the well-tended gardens had been concreted over too.
The bomber dipped, breaking through the clouds. They lit up amber, orange, and red, illuminated by the fires and explosions from the battle below. Searchlights stabbed up into the night sky, but the bomber flew through them invisibly, thanks to Cecil's carefully painted runes and sigils on the great metal beast's underbelly.