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On a daily basis Is Doomsday. each Hour Is a persons inner most Armageddon. during this selection of 22 little Apocalypses one will stumble upon: - An Earth buried below unusual blue ash, and overrun with the blue-encrusted undead - The lifeless of a number of wars, returning on one Halloween evening - Puppet beings made up of human trash, dwelling and loving in a mystery nation - A ghastly graveyard cherub that may not remain positioned -A vast model of ourselves, published from a parallel size and bent on our destruction Haunted factories, a haunted zoo, worlds either surreal and nightmarish, stalked via phantoms, murderers, and monsters...sprung from the wealthy mind's eye of Jeffrey Thomas, the acclaimed anuthor of PUNKTOWN, LETTERS FROM HADES, and VOICES FROM HADES. With brutal beauty and chilling Subtlety, Thomas pulls his reader into his darkish visions instantly from each starting line.--Paul Di Filippo, in Asimov's. Jeffrey Thomas is a author to observe. i simply cannot positioned down his books as soon as I commence them. --Douglas Clegg, writer of THE PRIEST OF BLOOD

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Maybe even carried from space. ” He was combining theories his companions had previously run through, and why not? “The fungus is symbiotic. Like millions of tiny parasites that need to live on a host. So they smother their host animals, and take over their bodies. ” “Science,” Tanaka said, simply. ” “I’m not primitive, Josh. But science comes up empty-handed this time. Science was taken by surprise; it wasn’t ready. And now it’s too late for it to catch up. Now we can see how little they truly ever knew for sure.

Refusing to die, determined to survive at any cost, but without quite realizing why they should do so. Just like Noon. This spider-webbed lattice, this living weave, became so tight in spots that Noon could barely squeeze himself through it. He didn’t want to draw his machete and hack at the roots, because he didn’t want to leave a trail the Foeti could easily follow. Yet who was he deceiving, in that concern, but himself? Though the floor of the Tunnel here was of uneven flagstones, not dirt as it had been some miles back, he knew he was leaving plenty of signs of his passage for the Foeti and other denizens of the Tunnel to follow.

It was like a hairless skull, thickly encrusted with what appeared to be a blue mineral so vivid in color it almost seemed to glow. There were no lips, so the yellow teeth were exposed, the only other pigment hinted at. And there were no eyes: even the skull sockets were filled with crust. How the Blue could see him, they did not know, but it had plainly sensed him somehow—for the glass of the window was already shattering in his face and two pairs of blue-caked hands thrusting in to briefly scratch at his head in an attempt to grasp his close-cropped hair, and tug at his ears, before successfully clutching handfuls of his shirt.

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