Books & Anthologies
~Stephen King~
Books
Fire and Ice
by Jodi Lee
Anthologies
The Parasitorium: Parasitic Thoughts
Spring 2008 - Purchase Link Coming Soon
Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds
Excerpt:
I waited on the other side of that door, only it wasn't really me. It was, but not. She looked like me and talked like me, but she could do horrible things. She knew I was scared of her. Her name was Maya.
I once watched as Maya took slivers of wood and slid them into the eyes of a bird she'd trapped. The bird didn't make a noise as the wood pierced its eyes; I hoped it was dead.
Vampires - In Their Own Words
September 1, 2007 - Llewellyn Publications
Vampires: Dispelling the Myths
Excerpt:
What are some of the stories you've heard about vampires? Surely, in this day and age, there isn't a person out there who hasn't heard of or read about Dracula. That undead, night-prowling Count of immense powers and unlimited appeal has caused quite a stir - and perpetuated the frightening myths that can make reality hard to live in.
Holy water, silver, sunlight, and garlic are banes to the Hollywood vampire. But being a real vampire does not give you an automatic allergy to silver. Holy water does not burn like acid, and garlic does not keep you at bay. The only myth that seems to hold some grain of truth to it has to do with sunlight. Sunlight will hardly reduce a real vampire to ash, but for myself, I do easily burn. I only burn once a year, though, and that turns into a deep enough tan that I don't burn again. However, I don't like being outside in the sunlight simply because it hurts my eyes, even when I wear heavy-duty sunglasses. I won't sit out in the sun for more than half an hour at a time. This is true for summer or winter. Cloudy days are often just as bad.
Fried! Fast Food, Slow Deaths
Fall 2007 - Graveside Tales
Clipped
Excerpt:
Norman hated Edgar; as much as he loved Michelle, he hated Edgar. Edgar was Michelle's boyfriend, and her boss. Norman knew the private meetings in Edgar's office quite often included Michelle bending to her graceful knees behind the old man's desk. A "bracing blow" one of the other guys had commented, standing around the coffee machine two days ago. He'd even gone so far as to jokingly ponder whether old man Edgar's pubic hair stuck in the mass of metal in her mouth.
That made Norman think of the lettuce, caught in the sparkling wires of her braces. Norman didn't stick around to join in the laughter.
Now, sitting here staring at the mess on his desk, he felt a justified, righteous anger begin to grow in his mind. Norman would rescue Michelle from the dishonorable grasp with which Edgar held her. He'd save her. Again, his fingers traced lightly across the desk, picked up another object which he popped into his mouth. After he'd swallowed, he repeated the motion.
Echoes of Terror
March 2007 - Lachesis Publishing
Interludes
Excerpt:
Somewhere in the darkness, Kaine heard a scratching sound.
Not long after, something touched his leg and he pulled back as far as he could. When the reaching, snatching thing pushed against him again, he stood and stumbled across the room. The scratching followed him, sounding like the scurrying feet of half a dozen rats.
The sounds came from all around him. Sinking to his knees, Kaine gave himself up to whatever it was that wanted him. It ripped and tore at his clothes until he was left naked and shivering. The hands brushed against his skin as though he were a favorite family pet. Petting him, stroking him, kissing him.
In his terror, the shrieks issuing from his mouth nearly deafened him. And when he could scream no more, he fell silent and became still.
