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“When someone takes what matters most, ‘fuck it all’ is a reasonable reaction,” Ethan says, fixed on the Beretta in his hand. “Especially when death feels like a relief.”
— Ethan Carson
Blurb:
Earthquakes tore through the land. Cities vanished. Order collapsed.
What remains are fragments of a broken world—scattered survivors clinging to faded authority, hollow symbols, and lost ideals.
Ethan Carson walks among the ruins, a man hollowed by grief. He no longer fights to survive. Death would be easier.
But revenge refuses to let him rest.
Because Ethan knows the truth.
He knows what shattered the world. He knows what stirs beneath it. And he knows what is coming next.
Soon, those who took everything from him will learn what hides in the shadows, waiting to feast.
“My story is meaningless if not for the man who brokered my soul.”
Jon Jacob – The Salesman (Stories of a Condemned Soul)
Blurb:
Jon Jacob sits alone in a dim pub, a bottle of whiskey pressed to his lips as grief drags him ever deeper into its grip. Haunted by the loss of his daughter — a pain too sharp to face — Jon chooses numbness over memory, surrendering to the slow pull of despair.
On the edge of oblivion, preparing for what feels like his final act, Jon is interrupted by a cunning Salesman. Smooth, unsettling, and impossibly persuasive, the man offers him something unthinkable: revenge.
The bargain is simple. The reward, irresistible. With nothing left to lose, Jon reaches for the deal, never questioning the cost hidden beneath its promise. But once the terms are sealed, he learns too late that vengeance is only the bait, and that the debt owed is far greater than the soul he bartered.
“Oh, trust me.” He eases onto the steps, lowering himself with a groan. “These old bones felt every tremor through their joists.” Flopping onto his ass, he adds, “Which makes me question the stability of our so-called shelter.”
“It’s brick and steel versus flesh and bone,” Denise exclaims. “It’ll hold—”
“- until an earthquake brings it down . . . And, my dear Denise, the ground is already shaking.”
Chapter Seventeen – Evolution A200: A Bubonic Apocalypse
Blurb:
Centuries ago, a forbidden plague was sealed beneath Rome— not cured, not conquered, merely silenced. Time buried the truth. Faith guarded the secret. But hunger never dies.
When the tomb is disturbed, the sickness that wakes is older than empires and far less mortal. It spreads like a whispered curse, raising the dead in its passing—yet not mindlessly. Some infected learn. Others remember. And one mutation rises with the patience of a wolf wearing human skin.
In the ashes of the outbreak, one thing becomes unmistakable: Someone wanted the plague freed. Someone prepared for this. And someone is still watching.
But the plague is evolving. And what it becomes next may spell the end of humanity.
I have drenched this soil in the blood of my enemies. I have killed warlords and condemned their tribes to death, without hesitation or remorse. I have lived, died, and been resurrected, reborn to serve his purpose. I am the hunter, a beast cloaked as a man. And I have only one calling: to kill. ~ The Legionnaire
“I was delivered unto this land a warrior, and here, in my finality, I will indulge my ancestral instincts and embrace the unavoidable sacrifice of its call.”
Jonathan Armand – Creatures Rule the Night
Blurb:
The hunted, that is what Jonathan Armand has become. Generations have died before him, many by the shape-shifter that taunts him now. It is his curse for carrying the name and the burden of being the strongest of those before him. He is the last Armand, and as he stands in the void ready to lead his army, he realizes that, hunted or hunter, the blood of one will change the fate of all.
