By John Shirley
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suffering Hollywood screenwriter Tom Prentice can hardly ever think that the emaciated and mutilated corpse mendacity at the morgue slab was his ex-wife. Then his roommate’s lacking brother turns up in a neighborhood sanatorium having sliced open his personal chest and legs for a few unwell, inexplicable cause. In Oakland, the Reverend Garner, a improving addict, leaves his ministry looking for his teenage daughter, who was once final noticeable within the corporation of her ghoulish kidnapper. And the la police are in the meantime baffled of their hunt for the elusive “Wetbones” serial killer who leaves not anything of his sufferers in the back of other than a humid, grisly pile of bones.
notwithstanding Tom, the reverend, and the LAPD are on separate quests for solutions, they're all being led into the darkest shadows of Hollywood, the place the debauchery by no means ceases and delight is a drug that devours human flesh, blood, and sanity. however the real resource of the all-consuming dependancy is the main scary revelation of all, for it isn't of this rational Earth.
From overseas Horror Guild Award–winning writer John Shirley, the acclaimed “splatterpunk” vintage Wetbones combines the massive inventiveness of H. P. Lovecraft with the beautiful way over Clive Barker. A actual masterwork of recent terror, it’s decidedly not for the faint of heart.
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Did a doctor—” She aimed a mottled finger at him. “I am now not telling you one other goddamned factor with no agreement. you're thinking that I don’t recognize what you are promoting? after all I do. Why I’ve written a screenplay! a part of one besides. i've got it in a computer. i will be able to get an agent and a lawyer—” She snapped her arms. “Just like that, my effective boy! ” Prentice nodded. each person in L. A. who spoke English, and a few who didn’t, had a screenplay someplace. He deserved this harangue, he intended. He’d lied to her approximately his curiosity. “If you need to are available and feature a drink we will be able to speak over a deal—” “No, uh, no thank you. I’ll—I’ll ship a consultant round. ” probably he’d ship Blume over to speak to her. “I don’t suggest to be impolite now yet a narrative like this—” “I comprehend. You’re, uh, completely inside of your rights. ” He made up our minds he’d realized sufficient. What sounded superficially like a morose and remoted previous woman’s paranoia may possibly good be real. “I’ll be in touch…” “You convinced you wouldn’t like a drink? ” “No, no quite, thank you. ” He subsidized away, smiling, nearly stumbled off the porch yet stuck a railing and steadied himself, became and moved quickly down. He heard the previous girl mutter anything, yet he couldn’t make it out, until the poultry echoed it for her: “Asshole! ” * * * Downtown l. a. Garner was once status on one other noisy, overlit, dirty road corner…Waiting for a payphone to ring. The codeine was once making Garner woozy, yet he was once thankful for it. It was once the single factor that had acquired him throughout the morning on the normal guidance place of work. The hours on the mixed meals stamp and welfare workplace have been humiliating; the tales have been precise: they taken care of you're keen on a puppy. No ask yourself there have been such a lot of welfare cheats—it was once the one revenge. And where used to be foul-smelling sufficient to make William F. Buckley sneer knowingly. yet Garner had gotten emergency nutrition stamps; he’d eaten and saved so much of it down. Now he stood within the smoggy overdue afternoon on a barren highway, below a highway overpass. The intersection echoed with the shriek of the large vehicles shaking airborne dirt and dust down from the monolithic slabs of concrete above him. He was once transferring from foot to foot, by way of the payphone subsequent to a hotdog stand, looking ahead to James to name him again. He considered the highway that had collapsed in Oakland, in the course of the October seventeenth earthquake; he considered how initially the media had rosily said that individuals have been “heroically pitching in to assist” till it used to be discovered that a few of them have been looting the our bodies; he thought of a lady he’d suggested who’d been pinned, by way of the cave in, in an overturned motor vehicle. males had come from the Oakland slums, clambered over her to rob the our bodies of her neighbors, then jerked her handbag from her palms and crawled away—one of them stepping on her damaged leg as he went. He thought of all this with Olympian disdain, in the course of the fuzzy clear out of the codeine they’d given him on the clinic. He’d crawled out of the damage of his personal own earthquake…crawled out of that basement, and a woman cop discovered him. Took him to emergency providers.