Meh. It was okay. Once again, it needed a much stronger editing hand, and the protagonist simply had no meaningful growth. It felt like a paint-by-numbers sequel, with the love interest conveniently kept off screen for most of the story. In many ways, it felt a lot like Larry Correia's Monster Hu...
Think back to the worst relationship you’ve ever been in: the one where your family and friends tried to warn you that the person you were with was cheating on you, or partying a little too much, or a control freak, or secretly gay, or whatever. Remember how you were convinced that no one but you...
He was attached to her hip, sprouting dark, well-groomed hair and pretty enough that he would have looked feminine if not for all of the gym muscle. His clothes were skintight, expensive, and faux-casual, probably made by some designer with a name like Rutger Hauer. I decided to surgically remove...
It was one A.M., which is generally a pretty good time to be naked, but not if you’re walking on the side of Route 44 outside Suckhole, Tennessee, or whatever the hell the name of the next town was. The man was middle-aged and white, the demographic most likely to be crazy or doing drugs, and he ...
Ronald Stewart was a large man, muscled and fat, but despair had cracked open his shell and ripped out his center. The nutless husk that was talking to us barely knew we were there. “Courtney was…I mean is…”He began to cry, ragged, high-pitched sobs that shuddered through his whole body.His wife ...
Well, no, that’s not exactly true. She smelled clean, like fresh snow and air after a lightning storm and something hard to identify, something like sex and butter pecan ice cream. Honestly, I think she was the best thing I’d ever smelled. I was inferring “wrongness” from the fact that she wasn’t...