The Multi talented Ann B Author Brings Readers Three Exciting Books And All Three Are Vastly Different

September 11, 2009 at 1:19 am (Ann B Keller, dragons, fairies, historical, Magic, poetry, romance, scifi, Suspense Novels, western) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


BriggenIn the first book of this exciting sci-fi/fantasy trilogy, Briggen, the brawny warrior prince, is plucked from a hostile planet by the powerful wizard, Quinhelm, beginning his desperate plunge into the midst of an interplanetary war. Briggen and Quinhelm rush home as the powerful Xandoth and their allies surge across the galaxy, killing and laying waste to everything they encounter. As Briggen confronts the evil Sorceress of Endih, squabbling nobles and an assassin on his home planet, the great dragon Ephereon abducts the good sorceress, Telana, instructing her in the ways of magic. To her astonishment, Telana learns that she is the Chosen One, the one foretold by the ancients to lead the people of Mantasi to a stunning victory. Telana joins forces with Briggen as they battle the Xandoth for supremacy over the planet. Will magic and courage triumph over the powerful forces of evil?

 

Devils CrescentIn The Devil’s Crescent, hardened bounty hunter Diego Montoya descends upon a small Texas village in the midst of a cloudburst and boldly plunges into the life of beautiful, small time cattle rancher, Maggie MacNaughton. Diego is a man haunted by a past filled with death and disappointment, a nobleman fleeing from the dictates of his demanding father and an arranged marriage. When a U.S. Marshall asks Diego to infiltrate a gun runner’s operation, Diego reluctantly agrees, shadowing the powerful land baron, Morgan Lansing. Morgan’s efforts play into the hands of a group of Mexican nationalists, who quickly claim the land vacated by the terrified settlers until only one parcel stands in the way of their march toward the border — the one occupied by Maggie MacNaughton. Diego and Maggie match wits and wills as the danger mounts. Only their reliance upon each other has the power to save them from a swift and certain death.

CrenellationsCrenellations is a marvelous collection of poetry that will enchant and inspire the reader to the greatest of human emotions. This is a seamless journey from the mist-enshrouded hills of Scotland to the peace of the Cathedral at York, from the mysterious Stonehenge to the sparkling vision of a fairy bower, and from dragons and wizards to the simplest of Earth’s creatures. May this journey be but the first step as we stride the path of greater knowledge, embracing all that we are and all that we may some day become.

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Award Winning Author Dana Davis, Brings Her Readers The Mask of Tamirella, Desert Magick:Superstitions,Breach of Worlds,Deadly Fate:Book One of the Teadai Prophecies, Sage Truth,City of Gods

August 27, 2009 at 11:53 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


The Mask of TamirellaMask of Tamirella

by Dana Davis

 

2008 Eric Hoffer Award Finalist

2008 Indie Excellence Book Award Finalist

2007 Hollywood Book Festival Honorable Mention

 

Sixteen-year-old Caitlanna Mullen lives in a harsh world where technology no longer exists. In her post-apocalyptic society, she salvages priceless artifacts for trade. One artifact is especially desired. The Mask of Tamirella. Cait steals the Mask from another sanction, putting her own at risk. As punishment, the Elders send her to a hazardous dig. She must travel through a mutant forest without becoming a sacrifice and into Rotted City, where toxic ruins hoard an ancient disease. To complicate matters, the man she loves accompanies her group. Because of their age differences, an intimate relationship with him is strictly forbidden and would bring severe punishment, perhaps even exile. Cait’s life takes an unexpected turn when she uncovers secrets she never imagined.

Will this sixteen-year-old survive in a place where death and injury are daily concerns? Can she quell her feelings for a man forbidden to touch her until she’s older? Or will her confrontations with mutants and toxic ruins cause her demise? One thing is certain: the secrets Caitlanna uncovers will change her world forever.

 

“The magic of this tale lies in the straightforward narrative and the authentic, witty dialogue…enchanting, informative…a wonderful adventure story.” WriteWords.

http://www.amazon.com/Mask-Tamirella-Dana-Davis/dp/0595405053/ref=sr_1_1/102-7722398-5846514?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1181324506&sr=8-1

 

Desert MajicDesert Magick: Superstitions

by Dana Davis

2009 Next Generation Indie Awards Finalist

Daisy Hammel-Kavanaugh lives a perfectly average life in the Arizona desert, except for one thing. She’s a witch. Her relatives and ancestors consist of various, and sometimes colorful, paranormals. When Daisy is attacked by a mystical, ghost-like figure, she must enlist the aid of those she trusts in her quest to find and eliminate this enemy before he destroys her. 

There’s another problem. To ensure her success, she must somehow get her hands on a treasured and protected Native American artifact, without pissing off the entire Indian community. Desert creatures, ancient myths, sex and magick abound in Daisy’s world but can she trust herself to know what is real and what isn’t?

 

“Dana Davis is a skilled and confident storyteller. Her bold characters ignite the action with wit, intelligence, and just enough sass to win your heart.” Marilyn McGrath, creative writing teacher and author of All You Know On Earth

 

 http://www.amazon.com/Desert-Magick-Superstitions-Dana-Davis/dp/0595532950/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1229367271&sr=8-1

 

Breach of WorldsBreach of Worlds

by Dana Davis

 

How can a destitute orphan get an ordinary life? Seek out the valley sorceress, of course, a woman rumored to ride dragons and eat young men.

Armed with only her wits and a stolen map, Nara goes in search of the famed sorceress. At age fourteen, when her own powers begin to manifest, she becomes a target for evil. This adolescent girl must help defeat the shadow ones before they destroy everything she has come to love. Orphanage life was difficult, but her future terrifies her as she embarks on a harrowing journey fraught with magic and peril.

Nara’s life will be anything but ordinary.

 

http://www.synergebooks.com/ebook_breachofworlds.html

 

http://www.writeronlinebooks.com/book/breachofworlds.htm

 

 

Coming soon to Kindle, Mobipocket, Fictionwise and others.

 

 

Deadly Fate: Book One of the Teadai PropheciesDeadly Fate

by Dana Davis

Coming September 2009 from SynergEbooks.

What do a mysterious woman, a tavern wench who counts to calm her fears, and several annoying adolescents have in common?  They are destined for a magical and uncertain future together.  Whether they want it or not.

For millennia, Gypsies have harnessed the Energy, allowing them to perform incredible feats of magic.  Most die if not properly trained, and those few who manage to survive without guidance tend to lose their sanity.  Gypsy Haranda Banwidden and her kin must locate the untrained, many who come from backgrounds with beliefs that demonize them, instruct them in the Energy, and oath them into service.

Meanwhile, a tiny, yet potentially deadly, void has formed within the Energy and is expanding.  The only way to destroy the void is to locate ancient texts, which contain information the Gypsy kin so desperately need.  Unfortunately, no one knows exactly where these texts are hidden or if they’ve survived the ages.  Ready or not, the prophesied New Age is upon them, and they must succeed against a growing list of enemies or disappear forever.

 

Sage Truth: Book Two of the Teadai PropheciesSage Truth

by Dana Davis

 

Coming soon from SynergEbooks

 

Enemies seem to be growing with every sunrise, and when the Gypsy kin are captured, they fear they will weaken and die. There is hope, though, as they gather allies from unexpected places. But can they survive long enough to live out the Prophecies

 

 

City of Gods: Book Three of the Teadai Prophecies

City of Gods 

Coming soon from SynergEbooks

 

Grieving Gypsy and Sage kin continue searching for a way to save their world. But the yellow-eyed woman hides somewhere in the darkness, waiting, and she won’t be sated until she overpowers them all. The kin must get back home to the Land of the Goddess, where they will engage in a final battle for their world.

 

Dana Davis recliningAuthor Bio: Dana Davis is a four time award-winning author of fantasy and science fiction. Her published books include the adult paranormal fantasy Desert Magick: Superstitions, the young adult fantasy Breach of Worlds, and the teen sci-fi The Mask of Tamirella. During her college years, she had the good fortune to study with Nebula Award-winner Sheila Finch and received her creative writing degree from California State University, Long Beach. Her adult fantasy Deadly Fate: Book One of the Teadai Prophecies is scheduled for release September 2009 from SynergEbooks Publishing.

 

When she’s not writing, she loves to read and travel. Just try to keep her away from ruins and old cemeteries. Dana lives in the Arizona desert with her husband and two insane birds, where she is currently writing another book. She invites readers to visit her website at www.danadaviswriting.com.
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Joey Madia Presents Jester-Knight a book for young teens

August 17, 2009 at 8:34 pm (scifi) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


Jester KnightJester-Knight, by Joey Madia

 

 

Jester-Knight follows the teenage trials and triumphs of Alde, the son of the Jester of Glittereye, a kingdom barely three generations old. As the fledgling kingdom crumbles from within, Alde must balance the expectations of being named for the first and greatest of Jesters with the path to knighthood that is thrust upon him through the selfless and heroic deed of saving an Elf.

 

Filled with epic battles, fierce dragons, political intrigue, and grand adventure, Jester-Knight sets the stage for ever-expanding explorations of the world of Mynoweth in the 6-book series The Ambir Dragon Tales.

Review: 

“Joey Madia’s writing style in Jester-Knight, coupled with his imagination and depth of understanding, is precisely what our culture desperately needs: literature that empowers youth with the insight, courage, and wisdom much needed for undertaking the rites of passage into responsible adulthood where leadership is filled with heart and soul.” — The Fisher King Review

 

JoeyMadiapublphotoJoey Madia is an author, actor, and educator who writes in a

wide variety of genres and styles. His ten plays for young

audiences have been produced across the United States and his

series of books on using theatre in the classroom are helping

teachers redefine learning. His poetry, essays, and short stories

have been widely published and have earned him several awards. He

is working on several new books, including the next book of the

Ambir Dragon Tales, The Lost Stone of Ruenai. He is the founding editor of www.newmystics.com, an art and literary site.

 

For more information, visit http://www.newmystics.com/joey/jester-knight.html

 

To order: http://www.bookbinnj.com/

 

To hear a live reading of the opening chapter: http://www.wvwriters.org/podcast.html/episode14

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A.O.G.s are Here By Mike Houston

July 30, 2009 at 2:52 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )


AOG Are here

 

 

“Don’t you worry I’m just going to take a quick look around and will be back within thirty minutes.  Meanwhile you tell Donnie and Jeff to keep an eye out for that monster and if it appears get out of here.”

 “And leave you?” “Yes I’ll be better off in the water as it will try to attack you guys first.” With that said he dropped over the side to the ramp.  As he adjusted the tanks the porpoises started there chirping sounds and splashed water at him. So they were a bit frisky he thought as he finished donning his gear and stepped into the sea.  As soon as he hit the water the porpoises came forward and nudged him playfully then started swimming out towards the east. He dove to a depth of twenty-five feet and followed them.  All around him were sea creatures swimming north. Something had really spooked them. It had to be the monster. As he followed the porpoises they dove deeper. Keeping them in sight he stayed at the same level continuing in an easterly direction. Suddenly he felt something brush him from behind. It was one of the porpoises returning to him and beckoning him to go deeper. What the heck! He might as well he thought.  He kicked out and descended to a depth of one hundred feet before he saw the other porpoise. It was circling around some object that looked vaguely familiar. It dawned on him that it was one of the minisubs and from the looks of it; it was stranded on some kind of underwater reef.  As he swam closer he glimpsed movement in the front window area.  Dear God, it was one of the scientists.  He approached the window and tapped on it to get her attention.  As she stopped moving and looked at him he saw that she was wearing the emergency breathing mask and was trying to pry open the escape hatch.  He pointed to himself and motioned that he would try to open it from the outside and for her to remain calm.  She nodded and smiled at him as she gave the thumbs up sign.  Good Lord, It was Mel!  He swam to the top of the sub and surveyed the hatch cover. It had been mangled by the monster when it had lifted it out of the sea.  The only way he was going to get it open was by some miracle.  Two minutes went by when it dawned on him what he could do. Looking at his spear gun he came up with the idea to use the explosive shells and blow the hatch open. He gathered his spare shells from his dive pouch and started tying them to the hatch cover using diver’s tape.  He knew it was dangerous, but it was the only solution. After he had the shells firmly in place he took some detonating fuse from his pouch and wrapped the shells with it.  He then returned to the window and motioned to Mel what he planned on doing and she should get back from the hatch.  She nodded and pointed to the small desk in the forward area. She was going to get behind it.  He nodded and watched her as she climbed behind it. When he was sure she was protected he returned to the hatch cover and started the final procedure. He removed two flares from his pouch and attached one to the shells and with the other he lit the fuse. He prayed that it would work.  First there was a sizzle then a huge yellow light as the two flares caught and the shells ignited.  The blast was terrific knocking him for a somersault. When he recovered he swam to the sub and looked into the hole. Mel was trying to climb out. He reached inside grabbed her and pulled her up and out. As soon as he had her away from the sub he attached his breathing mask to her and let her have a few breaths.  At first she gulped the air then she slowed down and after a minute she smiled.  He took the mask back and took a couple of breaths and pointed upwards.  She nodded and holding on to him they started their ascent. They rose slowly taking frequent stops so that she could acclimate to the pressure changes

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The Warrior By Thomas Paul Sternerhowe

July 28, 2009 at 10:06 pm (scifi, Suspense Novels, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )


 

Warrior

 

The Warrior  is a novel of approximately 312,000 words.  It is set at the end of a cataclysmic five year global war.  The year is 2010 and the planet is in a state of chaos.  Wulf leaves his family and the beautiful Lylia,  descends into the Earth to seek a place of refuge for his People.  He is accompanied by his comrade-in-arms the Cajun, Angelo.

            Once in the “Labyrinth”, they are accosted by blood-thirsty mutant creatures and a raging assassin.  Wulf faces many perils, not the least of which is the truth about himself.  Is he a “Climber”, a soul thief, vampire victim of a four hundred year curse?

            The Patron knows, watching from his lair, “The Night Room”.  The naked ladies dance on his fiery stages as he watches and manipulates Wulf.  Lylia finds him there, on the wrong side of the one-way glass.  She is raped and beaten, cold as ice and forced to dance.  Still she stands proud and proves to be more than the wicked Patron can handle.,  He laughs as she makes her danse, gives her the tattoed skin of her raper as a gift, sends his head to Wulf.

            Wulf emerges from the Labyrinth with the sultry lady doctor, Jennifer.  She has saved him, shared the secrets of the Labyrinth and her brother, Hood.  He discovers “After Earth”, a ship buried in the Earth and surrounded by the Labyrinth. He and Jennifer join Wulf’s Children, find Lylia gone and a world gone mad.

            Wulf rides with The Lords of the Dragon into the stronghold of the United Republic of Allied Continents (YURASS) to seek peace, only to be attacked by the merciless assassin from the Labyrinth.  He returns to his home in the Great Stone Mountains, finds he has been betrayed by his brother and Boss Tongue, field commander of  The Lords of the Dragon.

            Finally he begins to listen to the metal voice from the Labyrinth.  He makes plans to go with Jennifer, his Children and a handful of faithful riders from the Lords, into the Earth.  The YURASS strikes and the enemy from the Land of the Rising Sun.  An exodus begins as people in the cities hear about the wolf man going to live with the spiders and snakes.  Wulf welcomes them and waits with his comrades and Children, one thousand feet under the Earth, for the final ending to begin.

 

Tom {WordWulf} Sterner

2360 Shining Star Way

Redding, CA  96003

wordwulf@gmail.com

http://pages.prodigy.net/sterner-howe/

{720} 890-7217

 

Madman Chronicles: The Warrior now available at:

http://www.publishamerica.com/shopping/shopdisplayproducts.asp?catalogid=3425

 

REVIEWS

A compelling read!   
Daniel Meyer
Texas
  (12/27/2004)

An epic and compelling adventure. An artful blending of motorcycles and the unique souls who ride them, clashing cultures, family love, the loyalty and honor of friends, stunning betrayals, and inconceivable evil all swirling in a land teetering between apocalypses. Join Wulf as he leads his people into the labyrinth, part of which is a futuristic underground habitation that just might be their salvation…or something much, much more.

Excellent!   
Sherry
Vero Beach
  (3/5/2004)

Immerse yourself in this voyeuristic world with a junket through a timeless labyrinth and an abyss of imagination. The book is like an all day multi layered tasty jawbreaker – very complex and delightfully mystical down to the very last bit. The story opens at the conclusion of the world conflict in the year 2010 with Wulf saying a farewell to his loved and trusted friend, Hood. The farewell is an elaborate high ceremony at the Stone Mountains behind the City of the Rock. Wulf is a descendant of the North American Peoples and a member of Lord of the Dragon. He created a community known as the Cave of the Dark Heart. With help from the ancient Book of the See, Wulf along with his staunch companion, genus Cajun Angelo, boldly search for a secure haven for his people. The reader will jump in and out of dreams into nightmares in a flash of a thundercrack. In one mad dream Wulf experiences an intense vision of “ a worm crawled out of her mouth, white and fat, burrowing itself between her bleeding lips, feeding.” Meet the soul hopping Patron who is “fueled by hate and a burning lust for revenge”. There is nothing cookie cutter about this book. It has a distinct style all its own. It is written with an elaborate herculean and provocative style. This book aggressively takes on in limitless futuristic action the very human elements of mistrust, fears, abuse, sex, tenderness, love, and the dynamics in all relationships. This is not a book you can skim. The author vibrantly interweaves creativity, intensity and exquisite detail. Mr. Sternerhowe also provides music that may be downloaded from his site that correlates to the chapters in the book. A unique concept that should not be missed by the reader. The Madman Chronicles: The Warrior offers an adult cerebral momentousness makings of a first rate epic. Sherry Russell Author/reviewer

Warrior,The Madman Chronicles   
Maggie
USA
  (2/10/2004)

Having read just three chapters, I knew I needed to add it to my collection. This is a fast paced, well thought out book with multi themes that require you to read slowly. I am looking forward to its arrival. The characters are not only drawn well, but have had flesh and blood added to them everyone. I am looking forward to the whole book.

Warrior, The: Madman Chronicles   
Christy
Arvada, Colorado USA
  (1/24/2004)

What a ride! I couldn’t put it down! The characters are so real that you feel what they feel as if you’re one of them (you definitely want to be). This novel keeps you on your toes anxiously waiting for what will happen next! You’ll ride a rollercoaster of emotions from cheering to crying! Thanks to this thrill ride I’ve been to the Great Stone Mountains, the family Wulf spiritual ground, and felt the hope of After Earth. Read this novel and you’ll have been there too! I can’t wait for the next one! To the author…Word! Wulf!

Madman Chronicles: The Warrior   
Paul
United States
  (12/3/2003)

” Madman Chronicles : The Warrior ” By Thomas Paul ( Wordwulf ) Sterner Howe Reviewer : Paul Berube, Author/Poet SternerHowe’s novel is a futuristic shocker containing something for everyone. This excellent work of fiction will keep you on the edge of your seat and glued to it’s pages from start to finish. Join SternerHowe in this wild ride through the bat and giant spider infested caves of THE LABYRINTH or the beauty of AFTER EARTH. Walk walls with Wulf and Andrew or leap into a soul or two with The Patron. Enjoy the cajun humor of Angelo or the eroticism of Lila and beauty of Jennifer. Cry, laugh, love and sing with the entire cast of characters or just fly through Vera’s world of Cyberspace. Whatever your preference you are truly in for the treat of a lifetime. This novel is definitely an outstanding read.

A true man   
Brandie
Illinois
  (11/17/2003)

You will absolutely marvel as you join Wulf in his action packed journey in the not so distant future. Witness the heroics as him and his comrade the Cajun, Angelo perform heroic feats and obstacles. This book is sure to keep you at the edge of your seat just waiting to turn the page. The details make you feel as if you are right there living this adventure with our new found friend Wulf. Thomas Sternerhowe shows great talent and skill in his writings. This is most definitely a book you will want to read again and again!!

 

The Warrior: Madman Chronicles    Saturday 24 of January, 2004 [21:11:39 UTC

I have just finished reading this extraordinary novel and wanted to let you know (and any others who read this) what an incredible masterpiece it is. For those of us who have read your writings and heard your music this novel represents a consummation of it all! I will (and have been) recommend this read to anyone who is willing to listen! Put the CD with it and you (the reader) will have an already awesome experience heightened beyond belief. There really aren’t words to express (especially to someone who says them so well) what I get from your words and music! Fist extended to you Wulf…Word!

 

Excerpt:

There was no air to breathe, nothing to pull into his tortured lungs. His internal organs screamed, his chest bound, ragged breaths coming in short wheezing gasps. Wulf was awake, fallen into a nightmare world beyond compare, where? A stinking odor of musk owned the rancid air. His body was bound by tens of thousands of sticky rope things. Tensing his muscles, he could break ten of them, a hundred, but there were hundreds of hundreds and they held his body fast. It was impossible for him to move.

Each time he attempted to escape, Wulf became further entangled, his movement restricted more and more. Each shortened and struggling breath made a tightening of the rope threads that held him bound. Once more he was forced to push away his mounting panic in an attempt to get his bearings. As he gathered his wits about him, his mind barely able to assimilate the information received from his eyes and body, he entered a realm of fear and disbelief beyond anything previously experienced.

The sticky strings bounced this way and that. A silent shadow inched its way toward him. Out of nowhere the horrendous Mother of all wolf spiders was hovering over him. Her spider feet picked their way nearer, touching him here and there, probing the outside edges of the form his body made. She was aware of his waking, examining the bonds of the prison she had created for him. She had him solidly wrapped in the corner of the web she had constructed around him, pulling him up from the floor in her spider way. As she moved he saw a fine silk sac hanging a few feet from his head. It swayed back and forth, a silken womb in a darkened room. He could only imagine the thousands of tiny round spider eggs in the sac. His body shuddered violently and tears ran from his eyes as he became acutely aware of his rightful place in the scheme of things. A shrieking in his head wailed, “Food chain…spider brain!”

Wulf’s mind careened out of control. He babbled incoherently as he felt it let go. He was gone and that was so fine, until… His body ached so terribly in forever places as he sensed a tugging on the strands of silk holding him in a mortal embrace. Ignoring the pain, he twisted his head around. His eyes came to rest on the dripping fangs of his captor. There was a wildly squirming
bat hanging from them. It was still very much alive. Through the fuzz of his vision Wulf could see she hadn’t yet begun the process of draining the life fluids from its flying rat body. Its small beady eyes were shock-glazed over. Its filthy little fuzzy chest was rising and falling rapidly, the trip hammer of its heart beating double time with the effort of its futile struggle.

Wulf giggled and burbled, “Die Mister Bat.” His body shook with his unwarranted and completely senseless fear of the tiny winged animal. The inside of his half-crazed mind exploded with the absurd command, “Just eat the fucking thing you spider bitch!” He attempted to close his eyes but they were fastened on the doomed creature, mesmerized by its death throes. He felt hate in his soul for the merciless glistening fangs that held the poor damned thing. He would soon bear witness his own impending death. His other mind spoke, “We are one, little flying bat.” The voice whispered in his head, “Our twin fates are sealed and so be it. You will haunt me no more. We will hold our eyes open in the face of eternity, at the feast on our mortality. You are fortunate to be first, then done and through with her spider madness!” As if she could read his thoughts, the spider inched forward, legs lifting high in her exaggerated spider-walking. She was smooth and then stopped in a strobe-light danse of evil. Wulf heard all the things she did in a halting slow motion, the monster sound of her demented movements, smooth and whispers… whispers… bitch!

The bat gave a terrified squeal as she hooked it with the mating claw of her front leg and sprang at Wulf. She was so much quicker than his horrified mind could assimilate. He felt himself freefalling into a lunatic void. She wrapped herself around his head, the stiffness of his filthy matted hair, the stinking scent of her musk assailing him. He screamed at her and into her as
she shoved the struggling and bleeding bat into his mouth. She held him open with her claws, entering him, shoving the pathetic creature down his constricting throat. His choking and gagging were of no consequence to her. Against every bit of will he had left, he felt his throat accept what she offered, his body swallowing.

She pulled herself from inside him, slammed his mouth shut, wrapped her body tightly around his face. She held him thus until his retching and heaving subsided. Wulf was a thing of her embrace, a necessary link in the chain of her evolution, mutation. He was an unwilling patient, a
prisoner in her bleeding hospital. He would eat when she decided to feed him. And feed him she did. He spent the remainder of the most terrifying night of his life being fattened up on bats and spider milk, whatever else she found trapped and squirming in her killing web. The fight had gone out of him but she held him fast. He drank of her with his lips, his tongue probing the sac of her juice, sucking her dry. She held his head in a warm embrace, tending to him constantly, taking no nourishment herself. She was preparing for the long sleep. Her purpose for living was nearly over, eternity close at hand.

Wulf’s hairy hostess finally decided he had been fed enough. Perhaps she had simply run out of squirming, fighting, scratching and bleeding things to shove down his whore of a throat. She busied herself with repairs to her web, strengthening it where it attached to the floor and the wall. Wulf stared wide-eyed, with a morbid sense of fascination and impending doom as she worked. He watched as her abdominal spinnerets spewed forth fine silk, wrapping unidentifiable things, patching rents in the web and tending to the cocoon-like sac of her young. Her eight legs never stopped moving. They were a thousand fold, scratching and brutally raping the mouth and throat of him.

Now that she had left him alone he teetered on the very fringe of madness. He was nauseated by the writhing, biting and body fluids leaking, filthy crawling things of the earth he had been force fed. That is very well and good, his mind told itself. You don’t have to accept her offerings like the whore of your body. Then he would see her sac of eggs hanging, swinging back and forth, slow/fast like her and his mind would take yet another turn into and upon itself.

She was so busy all at once, her womb sac swaying madly, touching the web at each end of its arc. Pendulum, Wulf thought, pendulum. For his new terror he imagined the tens of thousands of baby wolf spiders clawing their way out of their eggs. They would use their tiny egg tooth, sharp and already mean. Their spider legs would crawl up and out of the sac, through its thin wall of Mother’s silk. They would be hungry… no, starving… voraciously starving, injecting their tiny needle fangs into him, twenty thousand of their needles, fastening themselves to every available surface area on his body, eyes, face, genitals.. And inside, drinking the essence of his mortal life from the inside and out, the outside and in, eating him alive in slow painful little pieces.

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