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About Gerald Dean Rice
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Gerald Dean Rice is hard at work on something right now. Whether it's vampires, zombies, or something you've never seen before, he's always dedicated to writing something unique. He's the author of numerous short stories, including the Halloween eBook "The Best Night of the Year", "30 Minute Plan" which is free on Amazon, the anthology "Anything but Zombies" from Atria Books and the Kindle Scout selected "Dead 'til Dawn". Visit his Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/GeraldRiceFanPage/ for details about upcoming works.
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Out of a need to figure out what is the next classic monster, publisher and lifelong horror enthusiast Gerald Dean Rice has assembled this fresh and downright disturbing collection of short stories featuring some of the most clever and imaginative horror writers of the day including Tim Curran, Jeff Strand, Armand Rosamilia, Rebecca Besser, MontiLee Stormer, Lee Moan, Tonia Brown, Jake Bible, Faye McCray, and Jimmy Pudge. Inside, the diverse cast of contributors introduces new breeds of monsters such as sentient sex dolls, anti-zombie terrorists, suicidal cultists, the woman who can smell sin, and more. These monsters come alive within the pages, and they are blow-your-mind frightening. They are just what the horror world needs. They are Anything but Zombies!
Includes an excerpt from "Dead 'til Dawn".
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
That noise in the dead of night. The shadow that slips by almost unnoticed. The fear that pulverizes your sense of reasoning and pushes you deep down under seven layers of covers. There is no escaping it, and when the dark forces of the universe come after you, the world will know exactly what you are made of. Will you run? Will you fight? Maybe you’ll join forces with the darkness that rips through your quiet little life. Everyone’s dying to find out.
The Better Off Dead series delves into the farthest corners of your mind, where your deepest, darkest fears lurk. These masters of horror will haunt your dreams and stalk your nightmares, taking you to the edge of sanity before pushing you to the brink of madness!
With stories by R.E. Sargent, Steven Pajak, Jane Alvey Harris, Red Lagoe, Kayla Krantz, RJ Roles, Peter Rocha, Mike Duke, Cassandra Angler, Matthew A Clarke, Gerald Dean Rice, Alan Derosby and L.K. Pinaire.
Includes the short story "The Dead Child".
Nick is a loner who walks a narrow line between legal and illegal to make ends meet. He begrudgingly shares his home with a woman and her young child and finds work doing odd jobs suited only to vamps. When a chance encounter seems like it could lead into real work, Nick discovers he’s in more danger than ever. The military is trying to kidnap him, and something old and hungry has begun to roam the streets preying on his kind. To fight this ancient evil, he has to reach out to his own kind for help–and decide how human he is after all.
A second after the elevator nearest the old man dinged Lazarus knew something was wrong. He drew his Glock, looking at something that wore clothes and had human skin.
What looked like a squid had burrowed into the person's chest, tentacles lashing wildly about. Lazarus raised his gun, a second and a third figure emerging from the elevator before he could fire. One had a cone-like head with a collar of thick flesh encircling it at its base that pulsed like the throat of a frog. The other had the parts of a woman in the wrong orientation. She was hunched over, her head and neck reset on the top of her upper back. Her knees were bent backward like a goat's.
The first figure turned its upper body back and forth. The third figure leapt upon a heavyset woman, bashing its narrow shoulders into the fallen nurse like a battering ram. The woman screamed, her breaking bones loud enough to be heard across the room. Lazarus aimed and shot the conehead right between its compound eyes. Its head erupted, a spray of thick reddish purple hitting the wall behind it. It went down, its body flopping violently on the floor.
Tentacle man got down on all fours and began galloping in Lazarus' direction, violently shouldering fleeing people out of his way. Lazarus fired, certain he'd hit him, but the man-thing just kept coming. Lazarus shot him again before realizing too late that he should have been running.
Someone shoved him aside just as the creature leapt at him. Alice seized it beneath a nest of squiggling tentacles and yanked it back to the floor. Something appeared wrong with her hand. Her eyes were blank as the man-thing kept reaching for Lazarus, scurrying after him in vain. She opened her mouth wide and something definitely not a tongue shot out, lopping off one of the creature's eyestalks and piercing the squid-like mass.
The man-thing slid to the floor, lifeless. Alice turned to Lazarus. "Maybe we should stick together," she said.
The third creature stood as if on cue and whipped a purple tongue around before leaping the nurse's station and charging them. Lazarus aimed for one knee, clipping it twice. Again Alice stepped in front of him and her hand did something he couldn't see. The creature squealed briefly before going still.
Lazarus didn't want to think about what she had done. He didn't want to see her hand, now slick with grayish chunky gore from the body of that unholy thing on the floor. His bullets weren't enough, giving him only a peace of mind that his fists wouldn't.
As he stepped around the nurse's station his thought was confirmed. He hadn't killed the first one he'd shot. It was gone, crawled off somewhere and they were going to have to deal with it. He looked up at the old man by the elevator who seemed calm as ever, smoking his cigarette. He gave Lazarus a thumb's up as he puffed away with oxygen tubes up his nose.
Lazarus shook his head as he walked over to the old man. "Old timer, those cigarettes are gonna be the death of you."
"I hope so, y'know?" the old man said. "Got any?"
"Nah, I don't smoke."
"Wasn't askin' for you, y'know? Wanna suck down as many of these as I can before they get me."
I'm Rick. AKA, Beelzebub. AKA, Mephistopheles. AKA, Old Hat. AKA, Mr. Scratch. AKA... AKA... AKA.
You may think of me as the Father of Lies, but for the record, I'm also the Daddy of Mammon and Steve. But both of them are b-holes. In fact, all my hellspawn are.
So, I got this idea. I wanted to have a kiddo with a human. I had it all lined up for this adult film star to carry my seed, except the demon who shall remain unnamed screwed up and impregnated the wrong person.
A male wrong person.
And now I'm gonna have to go up there to fix this mistake myself. But, it's going to be a chore. He's got a wife who is pretty savvy, and I think his roommate is a serial killer (Hey, I'm only half omnipotent!).
I guarantee you, though, I'm gonna see my junior before this tale is done. If I have to eff every bee in the City of Detroit and Wayne County, my little one will be born - or my name isn't Louis Cyphre, or Sy Tan, or Deb Billings, or Burl Ives...A brilliant new bizarro book to rival the greats, with a foreword by Jimmy Pudge