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Denizens of Watami are more human than human. Though ‘normal’ citizens hysterically fear them as obscene chimeras, the pastoral Nascosi way of life embraces principles of passivity and altruism to selfless… some would say ‘suicidal’… extremes. When a deviant dictator determines to exploit these deep-seated genocidal animosities for political gain, he finds the peace-loving Nascosi ‘morphs’ to be easy targets and convenient scapegoats in promotion of his sinister designs. This, an ancient conflict writ large in tomes of human history and often inked in blood, if only because such injustice generally resolves in warfare.Since the Nascosi refuse to take up arms to defend themselves, however, they will ultimately disappear into the vaporous anonymity of extinction with the grace of smoke billowing into vast, uncaring heavens. Although the Nascosi must inevitably perish, their canny biological technology will evolve. As with all modern leaps of evolution, Anzian-kind will subsequently rise on a gush of gore, but they will descend upon a galaxy drastically altered – afterward, humankind will be unknown.

He returns to keep their lawn year upon year, from his youth to middle-age, and never a charge or missed appointment. Their lawn is immaculate, their hedges invariably neat and trimmed, their fall leaves absent, and their home well-kept. Is it a labor of love... or is it something darker... something terrible and secret?It's a burdensome debt to repay. He's choking up every last cent.

A contemporary incarnation of Janus, the two-faced god, Mordrake is not one man, but two, for he lives with a conjoined, parasitic twin. He is both Adonis and demon, gentleman and lunatic, and he has eyes in the back of his head. He is Mordrake and Mordrake's Whisper, the former a handsome young gentleman of renown and refinement, and the latter a silent, sinister mask fixed to the back of Mordrake's head. Though speechless, the mask of this parasitic twin frowns when its master laughs and it rejoices when Mordrake weeps, while hideous, vile and hateful, it incessantly whispers unspeakable ideations into its master's thoughts, ever pushing Mordrake to the limits of madness.He is not one man, but two. Angel and demon. Master and monster. Which will you meet?

If the trials of childhood form the adult, then Stanley Newberry is growing into a grotesquely misshapen lump of a thing. All the popular people tell him so. Since he first met his classmates in grade school, Fat Stanley has singly borne the brunt of their endless insults, taunts and abuses. Passing from eighth grade to their first year in high school, purple-nurples and Indian-burns have long since given way to chocolate-swirlies and blackened eyes, but Fat Stanley has grown wiser and warier, too.Bastard twins born of terror and torment, fear and cynicism render him increasingly aware of their malicious overtures. Each year, his tormentors must develop evermore elaborate pretexts to draw the fat kid out of his shell, but each summer also returns him to their academic fold, fatter, uglier and weirder than the season gone before. Thus, when eventual bouts of suburban boredom inevitably turn their heads, Fat Stanley will always be his classmates’ most fascinating social obsession and their greatest sadistic challenge.This school year, his dedicated torturers have fabricated their most elaborate ruse to date. Epic in its scope and intended effects, Fat Stanley’s detractors will relentlessly promote and prosecute their malign project through the course of the fall, and then long into winter. Each progressively humiliating and destructive prank will build to the next, until the entire community ultimately reels from its bloody climax. Fat Stanley will not survive it and, in the aftermath, a guilty few will envy the dead.

Portentously born, his is a dark history of shining nobility and blazing empire. His heritage long since withered pitifully beneath shadows of boastful legend and shades of neglectful disregard, he will claim the familial patriarchy many years before his dying grandfather can fully prepare him for its dangers and demands.Upon ascension and despite his lack of an inherited powerbase, he must somehow regenerate neglected family fortunes or perish violently with his bloodline. Throughout these travails, ominous and disturbing, a mysterious female specter will stalk his childhood with all the steadfast tenacity of a luminous moonshine shadow, her wicked smile the promise of all things impending and evil. Indeed, few of his family’s ancient allies forecast his success, while formidable alien adversaries collect in the old man’s wake the way sharks will trail a desperate, dying leviathan through cold, uncaring seas. Consequently, his reign will begin as it must end, with violence and a vast letting of blood. Between these mortal bookends of his life, expect a torrential flood of gore, all of it bound to follow the swell of a first, single drop…

Tired of the endless lies of youth and the unfulfilled promises of adulthood, one man decides to put reality to the ultimate test. Standing in line at a bank to make a final withdrawal with a handgun in his pocket, he remains unconcerned when a gang of criminals burst into the lobby. After all, they still believe in the lies he has long since abandoned, and he is of the violent kind.He's bound to snap and today is the day. Sometimes goodness spoils the bad.

I have never seen so far into anyone’s eyes as I saw into yours that day. Ever green, I had expected to find them. stagnant pools long left to lay, still and tepid. Yet, they were filled to astounding depth with colors I had not hoped to see, and movement that shimmered the deep far beyond my measure, far beyond my reach, lucid as noon shallows, clear as summer seas, verdant in the distance like impossible meadows we never touch, but dream to see. Troubled as they were and unfocused, in them, still and crystalline, reflected me… and my own eyes liquid, reflecting you. There in the mysterious grips of your waste, struggles this wretch where he so longs to be, for I could guess where your focus was lost to endless, vacant leagues, as I stood there beside you that day on the shores of your unfathomable seas. Reduced to nothing, I saw you on the far side, staring back at me.Spoken aloud, poetry is the ultimate masochistic mouthwash. Used regularly, it will sponge your brain and fire your breath. So, crack these covers, sip, swish, and rinse. In time, your silly sense of well-being will slip away, and your brain germs will never feel the same way, again.

After he follows a wealthy runaway debutante from Boston to the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico, an American investigator must hire a local guide to lead him into the dense jungles of the Mesoamerican interior in search of her. As they penetrate deeper into the forest, civilization disappears and they find themselves lost amid a mysterious land of bloody legend and savage myth. Within the ruins of a forgotten Mayan city, they ultimately encounter a contemporary death cult and discover the old gods reawakened.Five centuries ago, countless Mayans perished atop the chacmool, their beating hearts ripped from their bodies. Who will make sacrifice tonight when contemporary witches resurrect an ancient religion amid Yucatan jungles?

He has perfected the necessary skills, collected the requisite equipment, and buried the resultant bodies. Like a grotesque human hermit crab, he periodically sheds one shell for another, gutting the original to make it his own, and no regard whatever for previous ownership. Fluid and untouchable, he stalks the nation, forever in pursuit of his next lifetime, and nobody knows his name.A ruthless master of disguises, he lives many lives. Maybe one of them will be yours.

Every man who murders his wife and every wife who murders her husband does so with the firm belief they will never be caught, although this belief belies the inevitably obvious suspect. From time to time, however, chance mates with fortune to present the perfect crime.She's worth a life and the price of a bullet. He will risk all for one selfish act of violence.

During the final years of the Soviet Union, the government started building an ultra-secret airbase in the center of a vast wilderness. Its secrecy outstripped its management such that construction continued despite its abandonment. Occasionally, an errant aircraft drops somebody on its tarmac, and they are never seen alive again.At the end of a late night international flight from India to Russia, a weary traveler finds himself deposited in a lonely gate of an empty terminal. As he navigates its endless gates and corridors, the hapless traveler begins to realize he has landed in no ordinary airport.

Insomnia is a special kind of torture. Its short-term effects are something everyone experiences from time to time, but its long-term effects are known only to an unfortunate few. These effects include panic attacks, paranoia, and phobias. Eventually, hallucinations and convulsions become noticeable, followed by symptoms of dementia, coma and then death. Inevitably, the difference between waking and sleeping dissolves and the two become inseparable.After months of restlessness, a chronically sleepless man loses the ability to differentiate between nightmares, daydreams and reality. While wandering a slumbering city in this dysfunctional condition, he discovers a sinister secret.