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On a brilliant fall afternoon, a powerful blast of energy erupted from the cosmos, burned across the solar system, and laid waste to every living thing on Earth. Notice was short and defense impossible. From the lowliest to the loftiest, none survived. This phenomenon, they called the Radiance. Curiously, however, none died, either. Instead, thereafter the hapless victims of that unavoidable catastrophe wandered the planet in a discorporate, ethereal state of existence. This, they called The Lingering. In time, as the effects of the apocalyptic radiation dissipated through the course of untold centuries, a mysterious collection of bizarre artifacts would reveal the truth behind their curious circumstance.When a powerful, unavoidable cosmic apocalypse irradiated the entire planet, every living creature succumbed. Yet, all were spared a natural death. Why?

Raised in an automated environment maintained within a mysterious spacecraft, they know their unseen caretaker as Dangy, which manifests itself before them as an ethereal pair of hands. Can they survive a long and perilous journey across the cosmos to arrive at a paradise that they are engineered to re-populate?They are the last hope of a doomed world. Dangy's hands will keep them comfortable and safe during their long voyage to sanctuary.

Incongruity, in all its fine, reeking regalia, found a place in my young, fertile heart, so all the while thereafter my struggle was one of difference, for the greater scheme of things is an endeavor to know that which is unknown. On having come to understand a thing previously incomprehensible, luster fades, its draw recedes, and that thing, like a coin in a collection, is put away, to be occasionally admired but mostly forgotten; so, it is named a possession, and is no longer counted among desires.Song is either the progenitor or most favored partner of poetry; either may be spoken or sung. For better or worse, the vast bulk of it is scat, the mere fodder of time, which already piles miles deep beneath our feet. One day, it will inevitably pile high above our rotting bones.

Take away all a man has. Burn away every sense but that of pain. Blow away the ashes of everything he once was and will no longer be. What remains? Something deadly. Make a man into such a thing, and you make him into something worse than an animal. Such a creature is capable of anything, since it is willing to do anything. Become anything. Anything it has to be to end its suffering and die properly.After a terrible crime, Maxwell Deem chooses the divergent pathway of revenge. With a laser-beam focus, he identifies his targets and then cuts straight to the kill. Sun hot. Blinding white. Unstoppable.

This particular corporal served all four years of the bloodiest war in European history, many of them as a message runner - one of the most dangerous and elite jobs of trench-bound combat. By all accounts, he was a strange young man with many strange ideas. He loved the war and thought it the best time of his life. To be sure, he would survive when so many around him perished, but how?He should have died a thousand times, but nobody could kill him. Only he could do that for himself.

In a utopian future, humanity divides itself into two kinds. A vast majority of citizens represent the first kind, and they are as physically flawless as they are psychologically perfect. Second-kind live apart, confined to the Deviant Compartment. They are the last damaged remnants of a primitive past defined by genetic ambiguity and reproductive anarchy. They are also humanity's last hope.Where “separate but equal” transforms from innocuous fringe slogan into accepted social norm, the resultant peace becomes a fatal disease of compromise and inadequacy.

Mothers no longer name their sons ‘Adolph’. Almost everyone knows why.Though all innocent babes do not develop into monsters, all monsters develop from innocent babes. We prefer fiction to reality, because thoughts of the former easily yield to denials of reason, while the latter only reminds us of our common origins in the primitive.Steal a private moment now and listen to your inner voice. It whispers. Of rising mutant domination amid apocalyptic wastes; of grotesque human chimeras practicing ancient arts; of despicable capital criminals kept in unbreakable cages and of the flawed human beings who hunt them; of original sin and practical modern curse, and of chastisement before perverse gods; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of depravity, here find endless expositions, and of monsters, seven.

A city viewed from a jet liner is eerily indistinguishable from a vast, sprawling anthill. Both are industrious mounds riddled with innumerable burrows and endless trails, which endlessly crawl with toiling creatures, all bound from one mysterious errand to another.Amid the daily crush, a hapless drone occasionally awakens to question the drudgery of its existence. Within the hive, none can help him differentiate himself, man from ant.

He is Hate Equinox. She is Loathing Solstice. He is dark of eye and complexion, while she has ivory skin, white hair and a diamond blue gaze. Though they both come from the same community of pagans, they are polar opposites. Growing up together in public schools, each strives to outdo the other, but neither manages to successfully dominate. In time, they graduate high school and then attend different universities, enjoying a parting of ways. Many years later, however, their fates converge and the sparks fly.Given the conspiracy of proper circumstance and much time, mortal enemies may occasionally become violent lovers. When Hate and Loathing collide, will the result be love or war?

Damon Blackley is an angelic, tow-headed five-year-old boy with an idyllic home, loving parents and well-adjusted siblings. He has a pet cat and a secret friend named ‘Boda’, his alter ego and constant companion. Increasingly tangible, this mysterious and hidden entity leads the child on an escalating series of disturbing adventures, which have broadly devastating consequences for the people who love Damon Blackley.As Damon’s family mysteriously disintegrates around him, the five-year-old remains strangely untouched by the tragedies that engulf him. From catastrophe to catastrophe, his imaginary friend, Boda, teaches him all the carnal lessons of life that his parents have long denied him, and the boy eagerly proves himself to be an adept apprentice in crime. In time, theirs proves to be a partnership writ large in the accounts of evil and, together, they will boldly stamp its many entries paid-in-full, their currency as blood and their profit in torment.

In the not-so-distant future, human beings are reduced to commodities; components too easily replaced. Everyone has their place and life is at least livable, provided the machine encounters no errors or glitches. This is the story of one such glitch and the horrifying freedom it produces for a simple human cog.We're all consumers. Cogs in a vast machine. Let's hope we remain a vital, integral part of it all.

An unknown client contracted him to assassinate a quirky, unassuming middle-aged man with no apparent enemies and no violent tendencies. After the first attempt fails, the distraught hitman determines to learn what went wrong. During his covert discussions with his target, he hears an unusual story of astounding survival and astonishing physical endurance. How can one man survive so many attempts on his life?Is it a curse or a blessing? No matter how he tries, he cannot kill the Forever Man.