Depraved " by Bryan Smith - this is an awful book ! After all the praise it gets around here I was happy to finally start reading it , but how wrong I was . Every single chapter is a sex scene , and I mean every single ! It gets old pretty quickly , not to mention the rather unbelievable and unre...
Bryan Smith writes hard-core, grind-house horror at its bloody best. If you like your horror extreme (and I do), Smith is one of the must-read authors. "The Killing Kind" is about a psycho killer Goth chick named Roxie who kidnaps an all-American guy and forces him to drive her hundreds of miles ...
This would ordinarily trigger an immediate and involuntary shift to full-hound mode. There was just one exception to the rule--when the blood was his own. He coughed and more blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.He blinked his eyes to clear his vision and saw the tall fat man gearing up t...
That would be changing any moment now. Monroe hoped like hell their escape window would remain open long enough to get gone from this place before that happened. He followed Melissa at a fast trot through the parking lot, banging his hip more than once as they wove between the long rows of parked...
Maybe it meant something. Maybe it didn’t. But she had to know the answer. She didn’t like loose ends. “Why were you stopped?” Larry arched an eyebrow. “Say what?” “I saw you go blazing by me, like you were on your way to somewhere important in a big damn hurry.” Jessica’s thumb caressed the .38’...
Dim at first. Flickering moments of confused consciousness. The world was darkness, informed only by the grayest sense of existence, of being. Then smells, the first real sensory input from the world outside this cage of foggy consciousness. An array of pungent aromas assailed his nostrils, most ...
The door to the dining room opened and Horst entered bearing a small black case made of hard plastic. He set the case on a corner of the hibachi table near Kate’s head, flipped the latches in front, and raised the lid. Nestled in a bed of gray foam was a large syringe filled with a dark fluid. ...
Chapter Twenty-Four The Cleansing The guy ahead of him in line at the ATM was beginning to piss off Jeremy Stewart. He was taking forever to complete his transaction or check his balance or whatever it was the greasy asshole was doing. Navigating the onscreen menus of the typical ATM was so intui...
Time passed in a haze, each new day indistinguishable from any preceding day. Days accrued into weeks and then after a while it seemed as if enough time had gone by that he must have been where he was for months, maybe even years. In truth he was having trouble being sure of anything at all, ...
When its turn signal began blinking, Chad flicked on the Lexus’s blinker and glanced at Allyson. She looked disheveled and tired. They’d talked very little during their three hours on the road, with Allyson sitting very still the entire time and staring straight ahead at the unfurling highway. &n...
That thing I’d like to do. What it would be like. I think it would be sort of like turning out the lights when you leave a room, except you could never turn them back on again. Unless you had super God-like powers or something. But there is no God and no magic. So…yeah. It’s so trippy to think ab...
He was tired and distracted by stress related to his job. All he cared about was getting changed out of the goddamn security guard uniform, cracking open the first beer from his nightly six-pack of Old Style, and settling into his recliner for a night of mindless entertainment crashed out in fron...
It had taken on a peculiar, surreal tint. Paranoia colored every thought. He perceived dark schemes and conspiracies behind every word, and a threat in every glance. It was similar in some respects to the way he’d often felt during his brief cocaine period. He steered his Camry into Stu Walker’s ...