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This week I share the fifth of sixteen stories from my next release Love Scenes From the Black Market, a dark anthology.
This week’s snippet is one I shared before back in 2015, the opening 8 lines from Carnivore, a chronicle of the end of the world as seen through the eyes of a survivor named Lena. After an uprising of Cthulu-like undead creatures, survivors like Lena are forced to band together in the ruins of the old world just to stay alive. Unfortunately, their time is running out…
Blood on the glass, frosted and dark. She struggled to stand, struggled to breathe, but the cut in her neck was deep. Fluid trickled down her throat and painted her chest.
The world loomed close. Smoke clung to the ground. Writhing black forms hung just at the edge of sight, chaotic and blurred, vagrant edges floating in the murk. The ruins of the city stretched away, torn streets, time-blasted hovels, twisted jags of rusted steel and grease-stained doors. Bloody sunlight sliced through the half-decayed structures like molten swords.
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