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« Reply #25 on: October 02, 2011, 12:08:49 PM » |
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A sample . . . .
The jeeps stopped.
Nolan looked ahead. He didn't see any semblance of a village. Just a haphazard stack of long, cleanly cut trees laying across the road, long enough and high enough to give any travelers pause to continue. So these people up here had enough to trim trees for barricades and to kill each other.
Nolan gripped his rifle until his knuckles ached. He sensed they were close. Those members of the death cult. Rosalo's men. Henchmen was more like it. His stomach felt emptier than it ever had before, but he wasn't hungry. Behind the empty was a bloating. His head started to hurt. He knew he wasn't getting sick. No, these feelings went deeper than the physical.
He looked to both sides, past Jacoby, whose attention was drawn to the roadblock, and dreadfully wondered when the rocks would rain down on them. Would he and these policemen suffer the same fate as the ten in the road a mile back?
The men tensed up as well. The brief incident moments before with the man with the machete stirred their anxiety. With what they experienced and heard about recent events, they knew anything could happen, especially this close to the village. A relief for sure. However, like Nolan, they didn't want to end up like the dead men they saw earlier.
Raymond hoped his men wouldn't let their anxiety make them trigger happy. He wanted to complete this mission, successfully or not, as soon as possible.
Jacoby kept scanning the jungle on his side, fighting through the dark of night. His mind was on that task, not on the d*mn priest anymore. He wasn't about to be caught unaware. He rested his meaty hand on his holstered pistol.
Two men from the front jeep eased towards the roadblock. They held their rifles up, aimed ahead, slightly shaking. They didn't need Raymond to tell them what to do.
That's how it was here. Everyone knew their place.
Sweat coiled in the creases of their foreheads. The jeeps' headlights offered scant illumination, but it was enough to see there wasn't anybody lurking near the fallen trees. They didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, just some insects in the distance chirping a chaotic melody.
Their fingers were stuck to their triggers, not slipping. Their senses were in overdrive, taking every little detail of their surroundings in. From the humidity that soured their lips to the dirt that sifted under their feet, the pair experienced it all. They didn't mentally log everything to use tactically; they weren't that well-trained. They knew that if they saw trouble, they were to shoot it.
Before they knew it, they stood at the debris. The stack of trees was chest high. Peering over the barricade, the men saw the rocky path continue and curve a hundred feet or so up. They didn't spot the two cult members crouching just beneath their lines of sight, their backs to the barricade. Or the jagged tree branches they held like gallant swords.
The two policemen had no idea that the dirty pair were about to spring up and attack them.
And that's what happened.
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« Reply #26 on: October 10, 2011, 08:53:56 AM » |
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A priest protecting a woman and her child.
A police chief protecting himself.
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
The dead rising to collect revenge!
Hell of the Dead is unrelenting horror action at its best. Invincible zombies. Steamy jungles. Tons of bullets. It's like an 80's Italian Horror Movie in print form!
The author of The Creeping City dares you to survive the 20,000 word assault!
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« Reply #27 on: October 19, 2011, 07:03:22 PM » |
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A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. At stake, the fate of a baby -- the cult's next sacrifice. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers.
This is only the beginning.
Soon the death cult's victims will rise from the dead to exact revenge!
Caught in the middle are Father Nolan, a kind priest trying to save the cult's next victim, and Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.
From the horrifying encounter between the cult and armed soldiers on a dark jungle road to the final showdown between the living and the dead, Hell of the Dead will not make your blood run cold; it will drain you of every drop!
NOW AVAILABLE for $.99!
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« Reply #29 on: December 06, 2011, 05:48:54 PM » |
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« Reply #30 on: December 24, 2011, 04:37:34 PM » |
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A priest protecting a woman and her child.
A police chief protecting himself.
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
The dead rising to collect revenge!
Hell of the Dead
NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!
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« Reply #31 on: January 09, 2012, 05:45:28 PM » |
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The 21st century. The new millennium. Man has progressed far in his time.
This was not supposed to happen.
A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers. At stake, the fate of a baby; the cult's next sacrifice.
Father Nolan tries to save the baby from the death cult, but is thwarted by the psychotic machinations of the cult and by the only law around, Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.
Priest, lawman, soldier, and baby are all in peril as those hurt by the cult exact revenge; a revenge from the grave!
Run. Hide. Pray. There is no escape from the Hell of the Dead!
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« Reply #32 on: February 07, 2012, 09:04:41 AM » |
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EXCLUSIVELY FOR THE KINDLE! A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers. At stake, the fate of a baby -- the cult's next sacrifice. Father Nolan tries to save the baby, but is thwarted by the psychotic machinations of the cult and by the only law around, Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own. Priest, lawman, soldier, and child are all in peril as those hurt by the cult exact revenge -- a revenge from the grave! Click here to experience Hell of the Dead ---> http://www.amazon.com/Hell-of-the-Dead-ebook/dp/B0041VXDMG/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1284084644&sr=1-8 |
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« Reply #33 on: February 17, 2012, 03:44:08 PM » |
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I've raised the price of this book to $1.99.
However, this upcoming Monday (Feb. 20, 2012 -- President's Day), it will be FREE!
Check it out!
Erik
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« Reply #34 on: February 26, 2012, 12:58:12 PM » |
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A priest protecting a woman and her child.
A police chief protecting himself.
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
The dead rising to collect revenge!
Hell of the Dead is a non-stop ride through the steamy underside of morality. Taking place in a third-world jungle on the cusp of modern civilization, a mother runs to freedom from the deadly inclinations of her husband, the leader of a death cult who wants their newborn child as a sacrifice. Her escape brings her to Father Nolan, who attempts to help her, but is thwarted by the psychosis of the cult and the inaction of the local constable, Dan Jacoby, a coward only out for himself.
When those who've lost their loved ones to the cult raise their dead to exact revenge, no one, priest, soldier, or child, can escape the feverish horrors of Hell of the Dead!
$1.99
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« Reply #35 on: March 04, 2012, 03:31:51 PM » |
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The 21st century. The new millennium. Man has progressed far in his time.
This was not supposed to happen.
A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers. At stake, the fate of a baby; the cult's next sacrifice.
Father Nolan tries to save the baby from the death cult, but is thwarted by the psychotic machinations of the cult and by the only law around, Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.
Priest, lawman, soldier, and baby are all in peril as those hurt by the cult exact revenge; a revenge from the grave!
Run. Hide. Pray. There is no escape from the Hell of the Dead!
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« Reply #36 on: March 18, 2012, 10:45:00 AM » |
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Death cults do exist. Sacrificing the young and pure for unholy gains is their purpose. They worship Death itself. But nothing can save them from Hell of the Dead!
The dead rise to exact revenge upon those men who put them in the grave!
Caught in the middle are Father Nolan, a kind priest trying to save the cult's next victim, and Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.
From the horrifying ambush upon soldiers on a dark jungle road to the final showdown between living and dead, Hell of the Dead will not make your blood run cold; it will drain you of every drop!
Hell of the Dead. Hell does exist.
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« Reply #37 on: March 28, 2012, 06:31:33 PM » |
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Hell of the Dead will be free this Friday, March 30. Check it out!
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« Reply #38 on: April 09, 2012, 05:59:24 PM » |
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A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers. At stake, the fate of a baby -- the cult's next sacrifice.
Father Nolan tries to save the baby, but is thwarted by the psychotic machinations of the cult and by the only law around, Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.
Priest, lawman, soldier, and baby are all in peril as those hurt by the cult exact revenge -- a revenge from the grave!
Hell of the Dead. Hell does exist.
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« Reply #39 on: April 24, 2012, 04:20:20 PM » |
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An excerpt:
The front jeep.
The soldier in the rear seat on the far left. Fritz.
Fritz was daydreaming about being home watching soccer on television with his two sons. And holding his wife, nuzzling her soft neck. Making her moan softly.
His head jerked to the left, smacking his neighbor's shoulder. Shocked and concerned, the other soldier, Stansley, checked on him.
He regretted doing so.
The daydreamer's left eye was pulverized. A mess of running red.
And that was the least shocking feature of what was once his face.
Fritz would daydream no more and if Stansley got out of this alive, he would never want to dream again.
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