EVELYN DIEDZ There’s fire everywhere. And I really do mean everywhere. All around. Covering Rick, me; even the sand beneath us is burning, and all the dunes…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
EVELYN DIEDZ There’s fire everywhere. And I really do mean everywhere. All around. Covering Rick, me; even the sand beneath us is burning, and all the dunes…
EVELYN DIEDZ Rick’s bleeding hand grasps at my bleeding wrist. I have about half a second to watch as Rick’s bloody fingers cut through Cameron’s…
EVELYN DIEDZ And then I hear screaming. My screaming. Which means I have a mouth again. I watch Hilda cringing as I scream. She’s bringing her hands…
EVELYN DIEDZ Well, this hurts. My head would be a mess, if I had one. But I quickly realize that I don’t. Not yet. Still…
CAMERON STYE and just like that the string is inside of me again and the book is taking what it needs his blood rick’s blood and…
HILDA LEEK “Praise Bellbrun!” I cry. I mean it more now than I ever have before. This inhabitance will be the last, I know, and…
HILDA LEEK And then, at long last, the branding iron is hot enough. I lift it from contact with the heating element, holding it out…
HILDA LEEK I hear the TK Wanderlad movie reel end as I exit back into the hallway. Flip-flap. Flip-Flap. Flip-flap. My bones hurt as I…
HILDA LEEK It’s this time more than time so far past time. We who gather under the stars are blessed and we are ready and…
JEFF ARMANDO I’m eating a tuna sandwich. Made by a Satanist named Hilda Leek. Or, well, a spiritualist, Father Salat said. Someone who just might…